Horoscopes and match making...

Well, its just an obsession this minute. As I struggle to start my next weekly report which I have to submit in less than 12 hours from now, my mind wants to type some random crap in the blog. So here I go...
Hmm....indha rendu jathagamum nanna porundhirku, 90% poruttham, aana idhu vendaam, ivvalukku kalyanam panni vechelnaa eppomey sandai pottundrupaa... So rambles on the astrologer (not that I've seen him do this, but I'm sure my karpanai is right!). I can almost picturise the scene perfectly. My mom and dad exchanging looks, nodding vigorously, noting everything down, putting back the horoscopes into that green bag specially set apart for this purpose....boy, I can make a whole movie with this script!
And as they return home to tell my grandparents whatever the astrologer said and start discussing the possibility of an alliance with that "90% porunthina boy", I groan. What a business! The whole prospect of getting my sister married off to a guy, with good qualification, "decent" background, in India, "proper" background, blah blah....god only knows when they will change. Ok, see all these things to a certain limit, but when amma comes back and discusses with patti saying the boy will be a -------- engineering student, will be based in -------, I think why the astrologer left to mention his name so we can easily filter the horoscopes which flood our way. And boy, look at all those endless prospects we get every day! Pakkathaathu mami, melaathu mami, paatu mami, and who not! Horoscopes which didn't match for one girl exchanged with ours, height differences, weight, did the boy's parents get back, how they sound....oh my god, I feel dizzy.
And no offences meant, as though these troubles aren't enough, there is this "boy's side" which sometimes adds fuel to my irritation - "Can you please send the girl's photograph with the horoscope after you match it with my son's?"Bloody, why can't they send the photograph of their son with his horoscope? On top of all this, a statement like "Oh, glasses? Hmm..my son doesn't prefer glasses.." The glasses are hers and not your son's, sir. If he will be that bothered, why not he get her lenses after the marriage? Again, I know there are girls who could get this fussy too, but its just from another girl's view so it'll be biased, so forgive me, and don't get offended! :) The one thing I can't understand is why parents put up with all this trouble even though they don't like such comments too. Then there is this culture of the "boy's side" not getting back even after the horoscopes match. It ultimately takes a number of calls from home to actually know that the horoscopes have matched and that they have to ask the boy if they can proceed. Heck, if they don't get back, isn't it a sign that it's something they are not interested in? And surely my sister doesn't need a home which will not take the initiative and interest to pursue a simple thing as horoscope?
Well, I try to get all these feelings of mine across to my parents, but all that their looks tell me are "Your opinion is not asked for in this matter; you may go to your room." Boy, I'm old enough to give my opinions on these matter, I tell them. No effect. My next retort is to threaten them that they better not try all these gimmicks with me. If you do, I warn, I'll bring a chapta boyfriend home and marry him!
That's enough.
INTO YOUR ROOM!
Well, the door closes...
And it's high time this blog does, too.
Back to Influence of transnational television on Asian culture.
Bye.