Marriage Proposals

There is a time in life when your parents start to ask you the most dangerous question which most of you dread to hear the whole life and those are:

1.       When are you planning to get married? 

2.       Do you have any bf/gf or should we look for a boy/girl for you?

3.       You know Mr. XX son/daughter got married. When will be your turn?

And these are the times when you want to just run away from home and look for solace. The worst lots are person who do not stay with their parents but visit them after every 3 - 6 months and your conversation are on mostly about when you are going to get married.

Now fast forward a bit...you buckle down to your parents regular questions and start to look for a girl/boy (this is for who do not have bf/gf during that time)

Step 1: Create a profile up on websites or your caste has a matrimony group. Your parents duly fill up the form. With all details and an amazing profile photo of yours *smiling*. Parents tell all relatives and friends that you are ready for marriage. 

Step 2: Ok for the lucky few, you get 1000 proposals and you have to select few where you can meet them. The order in which person (from now on guy and girl will be referred to as a person) is shortlisted are

1.       Looks: Fair gets most views, darker people lesser until the person selecting is dark they are not much of a chooser.

2.       If the person is shortlisted in looks then comes studies, it is similar to job market MBA's in finance gets higher priority then comes other big education CA, Doctor, Engineers, then BCom, MCom etc

3.       You then shortlist yourself into what does the family do well the parents are more interested in that. 

4.       Then next part where does that person work or is in a business, in real world person likes stability and first priority goes to the person with a job. 

And after the full short listing you come down to 10 or more.

Step 3: Your parents will start to get connected with the friends who know the family of the shortlisted person and try to find the history and geography of the selected person and family. Now the number comes down to very few.

Step 4: Now your profile goes to the person who you liked and selected. Now the waiting part starts, you are not guaranteed that person will approve of you. But let us talk the best scenario, that person approves to a meeting.

Step 5:  Parents decide to meet at a neutral location such as a restaurant and you reach there all ready decked up to impress. The person walks in and almost you get the first impression and in your mind you decide what to say, what not to say. This is mostly like a date where you come to know about a person but with interruptions from parents if they decide to join.

Step 6: Best case scenario, so the person likes you and you that person, you continue talking on phone and meet once or twice a week to know that person better. Now here where the family are getting happy that yes there is hope. And some in few weeks and some in few months decide to slide the ring in the finger.

Now here comes my point, it is all so amazing and interesting but then we are playing a roulette betting on a number and hoping that ball lands on that, some are very firm that they want that number only while some are ready to play between the colours making them have more options. 

But in the above process what we miss to see is that a BCom person is a much better than a MBA person but what is written on paper makes us go woo before even meeting the real one. And I am a believer of you know the person the best if you travel with them, take them to some resort with common friends different rooms everyone is happy but take them for some rough terrain trip and the real person is alive. This is where you know how that person will react in a real life scenario with you and friends. And 1 trip is not enough no....you will need more than one, like some are good judge people and some just take time (like me). 

I seriously hope my parents make me go through the above process.......

Agra - Tourist and Touts Delight

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It was nice sunny Thursday afternoon when we confirmed on the plan of going to Agra from Gurgaon (this is where i have being staying for sometime now). Come saturday morning we wake up with our general laziness and pack our bags for the big trip to Agra and Fatehpur Sikri.

We reach Faridabad/Ballabhgarh Bus Depot which is on the Delhi Agra highway and we were on a budget trip we get a Madhya Pradesh Parivahan and we enter we see no place to sit. Never do that by mistake, never take a bus which is going to another state from your preferred location you will never get a seat. The ticket cost Rs. 120 till the outside gate of Taj Mahal after a smooth ride and good lunch at Baanke Bihari hotel which would not be my first choice to stop but note: this is where all the State Transport Bus Stops. We get down from the bus @ 5 pm after some time we realized we were a bit too late. Read below to know more.

Taj Mahal is open till 7 almost but last ticket is at 6 pm and it gets dark and no point in going inside. Well let me move back a bit, we got down from the bus and there was a smiling rickshaw (auto for Delhi people) wala waiting for us.
Now comes the best salesman pitch you can ever hear.....(let me call him Bunty)
Bunty: Good evening sir, where do you want to go?We: Taj Mahal, how much?
Bunty: Sir, only Rs. 10
We: Cool, lets get in,
Bunty (after getting into the rickshaw): Sir i would like to say that no bags are allowed in Taj Mahal. Where are you staying?
We: A friend of us told us some place (saying the hotel names reading from the sms which I had received)
Bunty: Sir, those place are not good, I will show you a better place and then you can go to see Taj Mahal once you put the bags away.
We: How much will you charge?
Bunty: Sir only Rs. 30We drive in some bylanes, mini lanes of Agra and reach a place Baluganj where we find Lavania Vilas in our budget well over our budget but in our effort to reach Taj we made the deal, put our bags and then on our way to Taj Mahal.
Bunty: So sir, Agra is a very beautiful place and there are so many things to buy and see such as Saris made from Banana and Bamboos
We: ohhhh! (we were delighted because we have never heard of saris made from banana and bamboos)
Bunty: Sir, Agra is famous for Leather shoes, there is a small market for shoes also.
We: Ohhh! (shoes, that too leather all men like it)
Bunty: Then I will take you for dinner. What would you like to eat?
We: Well, what is famous in Agra?
Bunty: Sir, everything Indian, Mughlai, Chinese etc etc
We: mmmm we will think about it.
Bunty: Now sir we have reach Taj Mahal but as the line is too big outside, I shall take you to a person who will give you the tickets but you have to pay Rs. 5 extra.
We: Rs. 5 no big deal ok.

We did our Taj Mahal trip and awwed in wonder, stories from the guide (who give exams to get UP Guide License). Tool lots of photographs and then, sir you should buy mini Taj Mahal, we go in UP handloom shop just outside Taj Mahal and bought 1 mini Taj Mahal for Rs. 100 and after just 10 steps the same product was sold for Rs. 50 (note: do not buy anything in the first store check out other shops compare and then buy)

Bunty: Sir, how was the trip?
We: It was nice. Bunty: Now sir the famous sari store.
We: Bunty, how much is the whole trip going to cost us?
Bunty: Sir, only Rs. 250



Well if you read from the second line of Rs. 10 we paid Rs. 250 and if we had taken rickshaws stop by stop it would not have cost us Rs. 100. Agra is a small place, decide a place and get down there and say bye bye to your auto rickshaw wala. Because it is like a spider web, but the spider is a smiling rickshaw driver who with good talks will take you to places which he intends you should see. If you want to read we ended up buying Saris for our near and dear without us having any knowledge of it coming up in the next post.

So as my title says, Tourist and Touts delight, there are so many things to see in Agra which millions website have shown but there are only few who write the real thing and this is the real thing.