You know what.. marriage ceremonies have always fascinated me. Grand decorations.. lots of people coming and wishing you.. delicious food... non-stop shopping.. days of tiresome celebrations... and beginning of an extremely exciting era of your life. Even during my childhood, I used to think about the decorations in my wedding ceremony. I have a good collection of wonderful wedding invites. Once, I even told my dad about the kind of double-bed I expect him to give me as dowry, bringing him a huge embarrassment for he has always maintained that giving or taking dowry is a crime.
So, when your best friend gets married and you find her enjoying life soo much.. you just feel a sudden urge ki mujhe bhi shaadi karni hai.... and this urge is so intense that the reality bytes, revealing that this excitement continues for just a few days and then the life is back on a mundane track, do not seem to dilute your enthusiasm much.

Usually, these are the parents who bug their daughters for marriage, once they are out of their colleges. But in my case, it was vice-versa. When I was in third-year graduation, I used to hint my parents so much that look-look, I am quite old now. I just love watching saas-bahu serials. I also talk about what kinda guy, I"ll prefer etc etc. But they never took my case into consideration.. instead, I was scolded for wasting my time on emotional sagas usually meant for moms and aunties of the family.

So, with a heavy heart.. I started looking for other options that could give me some happiness.. things like career etc. However.. the proposal of a bank manager, brought to my dad by a realtive, threw me in a state of extreme shock.

ME????... getting married to a BANK MANAGER?????? NO!!!!! I was disillusioned. No falling in love.. no family issues... caste problems.. late night phone calls... cheesy romantic songs.. crying.. senti talks... NOTHING! How can I get married in such a boring way. And that too with a BANK MANAGER. Not at all. Since my dad is a bank-manager, only I know how much I dislike this profession. I do not intend to express any disregard for somebody, but you only think.. at this age, who will prefer a government employee as her husband.. and I too am not an exception. Thankfully, dad refused to carry on with this proposal at the very initial stage. But, the episode made me a little serious about my career. Since.. I never wanted to repeat that whole thing, where some relative brings some proposal.. kundalis are matched.. then the girl gets herself snapped sitting straight, looking at camera with an insane smile.... while her hands lie in her lap one above the other.. and she herself gives the look as if she will be a better bahu than Tulsi.

Anyway. I have now given a break to this idea for sometime.. but indeed, the craze is still intact. I am still obsessive about bangles.. about the heavy maroon shaded sari.. mehendi covering your hands above elbows.. honeymoon destinations.. invitation cards.. the charm when your surname changes... and the thought that you belong to someone now.

Okay.. enough of fantasy.. have two long and boring years of studies, lying ahead... gear up Cinderella.. you have to continue living like a moron for two more years :(