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18/04/2014 – I had hit the quarter life crisis. While Google tried to convince me that turning 25 wasn’t all that scary, the reality was rather different.
“Am I a loser?” I asked myself. Between pesky bosses, unreasonable work hours, combatting societal pressure to get hitched and scrambling for some time to socialize; had I kept my life plan on track? The answer was a clear NO.
Not having flat abs, a wardrobe full of statement pieces, a comfortable bank balance and an amazing work-life balance was still okay. What sucked the most was that, I was still single. I hadn’t found love.
For the longest time I felt like, I was looking for love…but could never find it. I wanted it, craved for it, but was also scared that I might lose myself once I truly fell in love.
I had seen a little glimpse of myself in relationships and people hated the person I had become. The more I tried, the more disastrous the dates turned out to be. So, I lost all hopes and agreed to the fact that love wasn’t my thing.
After all, who would want a girl who fought to pay her own bills on a date, who was a mean cook in the kitchen and a fearsome diva at the workplace, who thought that sweet talks with a boy were irksome, who liked her opinions to be heard loud & clear, who was self-sufficient to pack her bags and go on solo adventure trips, and who never wanted a ‘Knight In Shining Armor’ to come to her rescue. No one right?
Nothing bound me…no clichés defined me. Yet, something was missing, that made me feel incomplete.
Mom had come over to celebrate my 25th Birthday with me. I walked up to her. “Maa, most of my friends are in serious relationships and a few are married too. Not that I feel jealous, but do you think I need to be with someone as well?”
She looked at me and smiled. “Komal, if you think you’ve failed miserably in your ‘finding love’ business, I have a suggestion. It may not sound as the most romantic thing ever, but would you like to give arranged marriage a try?” Mom said.
There was an awkward silence between us…
And then the next moment we were staring at the laptop screen, setting up my matrimonial profile. We giggled incessantly as we filled in each field. We looked at each other and let out a loud laugh, when the prompt read ‘profile created’.
The next few months was a fun family drama. We came across all sorts of crazy, funny and whatever-you-want-to-call profiles on the matrimonial sites.
After slogging myself through the long day at work, visiting these profiles in the evening used to be my reward. Some of the so called eligible bachelors’ expectations, used to leave us in splits.
Mr. A wanted me, oh wait no! The prospective bride to be “very well worsed in English”, because he clearly wasn’t.
Mr. B’s life was “so much full of fun”, that I wondered if there would be any place left for me.
Mr. C wanted only a “civil engineer, dental surgeon or admin professional”. Hats off to him for being so specific. Like really!
Mr. D “got born and bought up in the heart of India”. I suffered a mini heart attack when I got to know.
and…
Mr. E who wanted “an overtly friendly life partner”. I just couldn’t stop facepalming!
So, after months of these traumatic hilarious experiences, shit luck and sheer absence of guys who fit the bill, I landed to the conclusion that this whole allure of arranged marriage was also a hoax.
And I resumed to my normal Bombay life. Rising at the crack of dawn, eating off khau-gallis, playing Spartan in crowded locals, getting stuck in traffic jams for hours, monsoon packing myself and leaving from work when rest of the city was retiring to sleep.
The slavery-demanding days came to a pause with a 4 day long Dussehra weekend. While the Twitterati and Facebookians were busy updating their plans, I was clueless of how to make the most out of this holiday.
On day 1, I did nothing but majorly erased the sleep debts of the last few months.
It was a nippy autumn evening in Mumbai. I stood in my balcony.
Mom pinged me on WhatsApp
Mom: Komal, did you get enough sleep beta?
Me: Yes Maa
Mom: What do you plan to do now? Go out, have fun.
Me: Naah. All my friends have gone out of town with their boyfriends and girlfriends, where will I hang out alone. I’ll stay home.
Mom didn’t reply for a few minutes. I suddenly felt uneasy…
I’m independent, carefree and live in the moment…but there’s something missing in my life. The absence of love – which I’ve been yearning for. I was lonely, had just forayed into womanhood, am facing hormonal imbalances, wanting to be loved and desperately searching for it. I felt the void just grow…
I pinged her again…
Me: Maa
Me: Maa, when will I find him?
Mom: When you least expect it and when you’re not looking, is when he will come in your life.
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