While Amrita Thapar is going through the "swimwear" round, The Times Of India has organized "swayamvars" throughout Delhi today. At various appropriate locations, Malayali, Andhrite, Bengali and Punjabi prospective brides and grooms can check out each other, with family in tow. It is a remarkable effort on the part of this selfless organization to promote holy matrimony among people of similar backgrounds, for these are the only kinds of relationships that can last, no matter what these brainless youngsters of the twenty-first century think.
So I am putting on sequined red salwar kameez and going with mummy and daddy to Laxmi Narayan Temple in Lajpat Nagar, with my degrees and horrorscope in a pretty Nalli Sarees paper bag, and we will meet nice Punjabi boys there. Mummy is also carrying hamper with my needlework sample and a dabba of rajma prepared by me this morning only. Dad is carrying bank statement and Income tax return papers. I am not taking sister because she is prettier and in any case she has to wait till I am married. God willing, my brand new hubby and I will carry the hamper in our Maruti van at the next swayamvar when we go to parade her.
Ok ok. Now I am getting late. The beauty parlour lady is waiting. I have appointment. Wish me luck. Bye.