My mom was quite disheartened after the previous zero meet. She was looking for possible reasons. Probably my looks were not so impressive. Hence she did ethnic wear shopping for me. Good for me. I thought to make it a trend. So for next two years, whenever we had a meeting, I did shopping. Few of the ethnic dresses were finalized and kept for meeting purposes only. THE MATRIMONIAL DRESSES. Mind you, the red suit which I wore in the last meeting, was discarded, as it was considered bad omen.
After initiating the same cycle of mails and phones, again a meeting was fixed in a restaurant. This time, my mother was after my life to wear Saree and not suit. I was very much uncomfortable in Saree. We had a fight for attires. Finally, as I told in the previous part, my mom won the battle. I wore a beautiful peach colour Saree. No doubts, it a very elegant dress and you look graceful in saree. My mom put a little makeup this time. She do not want to leave any scope of rejection this time. First impression is the last impression. First impression is of looks only. I am there with my parents at the restaurant earlier. We have to check the preparations also. What preparations? Preparations of what will be served in food to prospects and his parents. Yes, it was my parents responsibilities. In Indian atmosphere, the girl’s family spend money on each steps of life, whether it is a meeting or marriage. A thing which I used to hate. Whenever, I questioned my parents, why they are doing so? their only reply was,”You do not understand, how delicate these matters are”. Despite me fighting, the results were nothing.
So the arrangements were made. The family and the prospect came. He was short height, fair, good looking men. The first impression was impressive. Some preliminary interview questions happened from both ends, my parents to him and his parents to me. After that, we were given a separate table to talk and know each other more. Thank God we got reasonable time. We talked about hobbies, careers, movies, life approaches and enough to know, if we can spend our life together. I had always thought, how can we judge whether to marry a person or not in just one hour. But slowly I realized, we can. You easily get a perception of a person in an hour. You might get wrong perception, but it is your presentation in that one hour. Similar to what happens in job interview. Sometimes you crack the interview with your presence of mind and sometimes you screw up.
This time, I rejected the guy. You want to know the reason. During the talks, the guy conveyed, he don’t want her wife to be working. No doubts he said, he believes, women can do good jobs and he completely respects the women. It is just, he thinks that once there is family, one member of the family should take care of house. Totally respect his thoughts. But I do not want anyone to pressurize for my career. It should be my decision or might be a mutual decision, to do job or not and that too as per the situations. Probably after having family, if things could not be managed, I will leave the job. But I could not assure such things. No body could rule my career.
Hence. THANKS, BUT NO THANKS.
More were in queue. First happened.
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