For folks like mine who have been living outside our homeland for years and never got the luxury of attending hundreds of weddings of people they didn’t even know existed ( just in case you didn’t know - a lot of Indian matching making goes on at someone else’s wedding), online marriage portals came as a boon (especially when they have looser kids who didn’t manage to find a single person on their own). My folks hopped on the bandwagon when they realised their only daughter has attained what is called ‘The marriageable age’ according to the Indian standards.
One of my first brushes with talking to random potential suitors started with a certain guy, who for some reason thought he was the gift to mankind and an Einstein in making . I wouldn’t be surprised if Einstein himself would feel a little demurred in front of this stud’s so called ‘Wit’. No points for guessing the person was found on the usual suspected place. After doing the horoscope matching bit and other background checks my details were passed on for further interactions (in this case just read as one).
One day I get a random friend request on my gtalk. Since my parents had given me an heads up, I was expecting this. I start chatting with some general questions about what you do your hobbies etc.. All seemed fine initially. Then came a sudden question which is quoted at verbatim “ Do you defy intellectually thinking which made you take up arts?” I said “ I probably enjoy creative thinking as it gives me an edge to think bi-laterally.”
This further turned out to be a heated debate as the person thought this people who couldn’t think logically have no rights to exists as they contribute nothing to ever-growing dependency of humans to technology. Little did the genius realise that it was the people who couldn’t think logically lured the fellow humans to get themselves enslaved to the inventions people sitting in the ivory tower make.
To make things worst he even thought my musical inclinations were a waste of time and my investment of 15 years to learn something that nourishes my soul a waste of my folks resources. I wonder if he actually did his homework right and found out how much a even b-grade singer makes. So much for thinking logically I guess he wouldn’t have had the time or rather invest on time to find out about the same I guess.
After waging a war of words and possibly exhausting my vocabulary on proving to a filtered idiot the importance of a career in media I ended the conversation with a much relieved good-bye and the still optimistic me thanked for my stars that it was not a one-on-one meeting. After all, I didn’t want to end up in jail charged with an attempt to murder a stranger who had the potential of a would be if he could have been a bit less stuck on proving his worth.
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