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Confounded II: The Perfect Car


There comes a time in everyone’s life, when you begin to see the other side… and life as you know it is changed forever. “Marriage”

After you’ve grown up to be a certain age, suddenly everyone’s obsessed about marriage. Then begins the “Big Search” from matrimonial sites, to random suggestions from family n friends, you undergo one of the most grueling phases of your life, sometimes even worse than job search. I used to laugh at the old movies where the girl comes with a tea tray in shivering hands to sit coyly in a corner infront of the “ladkewale”… sadly it still happens. I thought times had changed, yes they have, they don’t ask you to sing any more. That’s it …. Rest all, observations, speculation, analysis, goes on just as before. “Wedlock” is reduced to a well calculated choice… like buying a car.

1.       You wanna buy a car, you check up for various models. You check snapshots.
2.       You shortlist some, check those with comparable specifications.
3.       You go checkout the car.
4.       You take someone who already owns a car for a test drive (an expert in such matters).
5.       You go check some other cars to compare performances
6.       You take your friend to test drive the other cars.
7.       You compare…cross check…
8.       Deal!!!… and she is at your doorstep! (You have now made a well-informed choice, and are all set to believe that you have brought the perfect car home)

That doesn’t sound half as bad… but any insider would tell you the worst steps are 2, 5 and 7. 
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