This blog is a mirror of The Last Indian Girl (unmarried). Her quests to find the Mr. Perfect or Mr. Right.
Her sometimes dyslexic and paranoid but otherwise lovely family and relatives, friends who when in doubt don't know whether to support or make light of the situation.
All in all...its a diary of the unmarried Indian girl.
The quest (for a handsome man in possession of a large fortune) begins at quite an early age really speaking.
Right from during the pre-puberty stages, where the girl starts becoming tall and gawky (in her braces), the elders start saying, "That's enough! Don't grow any taller or we won't be able to find a boy tall enough for you!"
To the quintessential 12 year old, the story of a horse-drawn carriage and Prince Charming is still wonderfully pure and not contaminated by the real life experiences she'll soon face when she enters her college years so to speak.
She starts planning that by the time I'm 23years old, I will be married to a tall handsome guy (remember we're Indian; so we don't really have a fixation for dark in either of our sexes), living in a beautiful home and having tea-parties with friends.
As she grows older, her dream starts having lesser characters. Ambitions and aspirations begin to take root and all too soon the happily ever after is pushed to farthest corner of her mind.
NOT the same case for her family mind you.
Come 21 and everybody is fumbling in their own way to try their hand in match-making. Proposals (rishtaas) start pouring in, but none seem to click or go beyond a certain stage.
Poojas, yagnas and suggestions begin to play on the family's mind.
Nobody's advice is ill or unheeded.
Soon the Indian Girl is called the Unmarried Indian Girl.
This is her journey to the Wedding Mandap.
R.S.V.P if you wish to....