2. Comprehending the arrangement
Now before going any further, let me explain to you what a typical arranged marriage scenario looks like.
It needs two parties, to begin with - the groom’s family and the bride’s family.
This can also become a tri-party agreement in case there are relatives or matrimonial agents in the mix.
But for the sake of keeping things simple, let’s keep them out for the time being.
The prospective bride and groom create eloquent one-pager write-ups about themselves, highlighting their best traits as if to seal the deal through that tastefully written biodata itself.
And please don’t confuse it with your regular sexting app bio.
This one has some “real” details, about your house, your previous house, your father’s house, his father’s house and so on.
Now that our dear old groom is ready to be auctioned, I mean married, his biodata is circulated far and wide through all possible traditional and non-traditional channels - matrimonial websites, local priests and newspapers, to name a few.
Once the two biodatas - please note biodatas, not the people in question - seem to match, the families decide to meet to take the discussion forward (read close the auction with the best possible bidder. And just to be clear this works both ways.)
A befitting venue and a convenient day - almost always a Sunday at a hotel coffee shop near you - is chosen for the meeting.
On the other hand, the so-called protagonists of this story - the prospective couple go through varied emotions at this point - from secretly and/ or visibly desperate to get married, to passively and/ or evidently shy, and everything that comes in between.
But this is my story so coming back to me.
My time had come and on one eventful day, it happened.
I was, as some would say, the ‘Chosen’ One.
It needs two parties, to begin with - the groom’s family and the bride’s family.
This can also become a tri-party agreement in case there are relatives or matrimonial agents in the mix.
But for the sake of keeping things simple, let’s keep them out for the time being.
The prospective bride and groom create eloquent one-pager write-ups about themselves, highlighting their best traits as if to seal the deal through that tastefully written biodata itself.
And please don’t confuse it with your regular sexting app bio.
This one has some “real” details, about your house, your previous house, your father’s house, his father’s house and so on.
Now that our dear old groom is ready to be auctioned, I mean married, his biodata is circulated far and wide through all possible traditional and non-traditional channels - matrimonial websites, local priests and newspapers, to name a few.
Once the two biodatas - please note biodatas, not the people in question - seem to match, the families decide to meet to take the discussion forward (read close the auction with the best possible bidder. And just to be clear this works both ways.)
A befitting venue and a convenient day - almost always a Sunday at a hotel coffee shop near you - is chosen for the meeting.
On the other hand, the so-called protagonists of this story - the prospective couple go through varied emotions at this point - from secretly and/ or visibly desperate to get married, to passively and/ or evidently shy, and everything that comes in between.
But this is my story so coming back to me.
My time had come and on one eventful day, it happened.
I was, as some would say, the ‘Chosen’ One.
