Positivity syndrome

It’s been long that I wrote something. Or let me put it differently it’s been long that I was in frustration or I felt lonely. Off late I had tried to put myself into a positivity disease, don’t know if it is right to put the word disease, let’s call positivity syndrome, yes I was into it!

Thanks to people close to me, who brought me down to earth. I lost the positivity syndrome that I fell down shattered to earth back. The first thought that came to my mind is “it is Sin to be born as girl”. And yes today’s topic is again going to be on the topic I write when I am utterly frustrated, Yes the TOPIC of marriages. A thing that suddenly came to my mind now is “marriages are made in heaven”. Right they are made in heaven to make the girls’ parents reach to a state of hell.

Let me start from the scratch. It is a problem if I don’t want to get married. My parents are not going to spare me. All emotional dramas on scale, dad has retired, he is a heart patient. In few years “mehengayi itni badh jaegi “, we won’t be able to do a decent marriage”………………all crap, but I have to take them, because they are a part of “Emotional atyachar by parents”

I say a Yes forcibly to get married. All bigger drama’s starts now. A funny looking guy would come and I am supposed to say what? Of course I am not going to say a yes. Parents please, you have lived your life, let me live my life. I want to take a right decision. Believe me these funny looking guys won’t be just one, but many that one has to see and say a bloody “NO”, and you have to do lot of Emotional scenes to say that because every time one has to say a no, an easy question posed would be “why not”. What an easy question. I don’t have an answer but I only know it’s a NO-NO!!!!!!!!!

Ohk finally assuming it’s the right person. Two scenarios, either you find the guy yourself-a love marriage or an arranged marriage. I have already discussed the difference between these two in my earlier blogs, so not going to discuss on that lines.

These days bloody love marriages are equal to arranged marriages because as soon you talk about marriages to a guy “I can’t do a marriage without acceptance from my family”. “You bloody A**, why did you love me when you wanted an acceptance from all?”
Who don’t give acceptance? When it’s a love marriage, believe me the tantrums thrown by guys family is far more than arranged, because they know ultimately the marriage has to happen because of so called “LOVE”. Well arranged marriages are no less. No I am not criticizing anyone because everything happens in the name of “ sharstram and sampradayam”.

I wish I get the person who ones started, would like to kill the person so that usse kabhi mukti hi na mile. Bhatak bhatak ke uski aatma dekhe what are the results of bloody traditions they created and how people are misusing them.

Forget about the in-laws, it’s more often the own family that creates the problem. Go and beg to each family member “mere beti ki shadi hai, please aajana” . and aaj kal it doesn’t end at aajaiye pls, it goes like,” for when should I book your tickets for”, requesting them the dates.……………..I freak out at such things?????aakar phokat ka khana khaayen, and we got to book their tickets also for that?????Forget it man. If you want to come, please come or get lost. No my mom would scold me at this thought. Scoldings would be irrelevant. Something like this. “You need people”. Why? So that they come 10 days before the wedding to their shopping’s and site seeing and our house becomes their guest house, where they get food also for free. All this because they have come for the daughters’ wedding.

And of all the things the funny looking guy doesn’t know anything that happens. Yes funny looking; only difference was I would have said a bloody yes for him, which I didn’t for others. And after all the begging and cribbing happens, at the wedding, all those who would have come and would be hogging like a pig. Go and ask them name of the bride or the groom, hardly twenty percent would know, yet they are hogging.
The ending of the story, my parents would have shelled lakhs of money, or rather their entire savings to make me a slave of this funny looking guy. Why wouldn’t he be happy. He has got a maid for lifetime dude, PHOKAT me kaam karne wali bai jo mil gayi, phokat for him but not for girls parents. A maid who would look after his family, his house, his kids and of course him


Ohk after putting down all my frustration, I am back to my positivity syndrome “marriages are made in heaven”.