Hmm.. Marry.. Why?

I had the "find someone for yourself else I'll have to do the honors" conversation with my dad a couple of days back. "Aaah I don't want to" I said. "You have to" he said. "We'll have the rest of this conversation after another 3 years" I said. He agreed.

"You have to" he said. Why? Why do I have to.. Why do almost 99.9% of the Indians think it absolutely necessary to get married. A friend of mine had a similar conversation with her dad. This was her argument (this is hearsay, so these might not be her exact words): girls generally get married for financial support, emotional support and physical intimacy. She is able to support herself financially, her friends give her all the emotional support she needs and physical intimacy isn't hard to find these days. So why does one need to get married. I don't completely agree with her. Maybe once your friends get married and have their own families they won't be able to give you the same kind of emotional support. But then again maybe having emotional support is another one of those over-rated things. Go for long enough without it and you'll get used to it.

Maybe that's not all. Maybe you also get married for companionship and children. Maybe it is the maternal instinct in us that drives us towards marriage and consequently having children. But marriage isn't necessary for that. If one wants to have a child adoption is always an option. Not to mention having children outside of wedlock (I can almost hear the tsk tsks). We could live life the Sushmita Sen way. Buy our own diamonds and adopt a child.

Me. I'm a skeptic. I don't believe in the concept of ever lasting love and being made for each other. I believe you can have a fairly comfortable marriage with almost any guy (provided you give it your time and energy) and that no guy can give you the perfect marriage. But why marry when you can have it all (at least most of it) without the trouble. Maybe. Just maybe it's about finding "the right guy". She once said, "the guy who'll make you want to sacrifice the familiar for the "maybe"". Don't think it can be expressed any better than that.

All things nice and overrated

1. Conversation, for starters.
Whatever happened to comfortable silence.
2. Self-discovery.
Know thy self and waste a lot of time in the process. You are who you believe you are.
3. Being normal and sane.
What's the point. If you aren't a little weird or messed up you aren't interesting enough. Normal people are boring.
4. Useful utilization of time.
Define useful. Stop utilizing. Start living.
5. Being a Roman in Rome.
This theory has already lost ground. Be who you are and maybe pick up a couple of Roman qualities you admire. Like the way that cute Italian guy smiles..

PS: I know there exist valid counter arguments for each of these statements I have made. I myself am not a staunch follower of these theories. I just believe all this stuff is overrated :)
PPS: When I say "you are who you believe you are" I do not mean you go on to believe you are superman and jump off the cliff. Actually, if you manage to reach such a conclusion, you probably should jump off the cliff. The average world IQ would make a huge leap.

Conversation of the week:
Me: I sort of maintain a blog.
Person A: Blog?
Person B: Blog. Where people write stuff because they don't have friends around to talk about it to.
Me: [Sigh] Probably.

Me misses...

Hindi music. (You have no idea how good it sounds until you haven't listened to it for months together.)

Grandma's tea and pointless channel surfing after a tiring day at college and a good evening nap.

Friends dropping in and insisting on making conversation while you are having the evening nap.

You trying to convince them to sleep as well.

Sleeping like there is no tomorrow after an exam well done.

Non-stop, rapid speed messaging (Oh how I miss my Nokia) because phone calls aren't free.

Slight drizzle and good company on the walk back home.

Sitting behind the canteen with 20 other people and mugging for an exam.

Treks through leach ridden paths.

Traveling on a truck because the bus broke down.

Bending out of the truck as it makes sharp turns.

Watching Kannada movies in the theaters of Majestic.

Road side Pani Puri.

Hanging out in college bus having pointless conversations.


Yes, I'm an emotional fool.
Yes, I find it very difficult to move on.