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| Author: | Simran Kshirsagar | | Title: | THE UNSUITABLE BOY | | Content: | The very ancient India observed a tradition; which was continued even in the present times. Normally every girl in India faced, barring a very few exceptions i.e. the selection of our soul-mate & life partner on the basis of brief tryst with a boy; in the presence of her friends & relatives. It was not as if love matches were not acceptable, since very few girls were very lucky to find a soul-mate on their own. But I was not categorised amongst the exceptions. So I had to pass the process of selecting my soul-mate through recommendations & suggestions from my dearest friends & relatives. So basically this story belongs to me & a boy named Neerajoy Sahaah from beautiful state of Goa.
This match was recommended by my cook to my mother (through recommendation from one of his customer) & the tryst with this Gujarati Goanese boy was fixed on a particular day of 14th of August, 2009. The boy had gone to visit pilgrimage place & on his way back to Goa; this tryst was conveniently arranged with mutual understanding from the boy’s relatives in the city & my dearest mother. However from the very beginning, I was aware that boy could not complete his formal education on account of a very serious love failure. But I was halfway through a very qualified course form a very recognised & reputed Institute. Initially I had problems with my mother regarding boy’s lack of education but somehow my mother managed to convince me that not everybody needed formal education training to earn money, e.g. set were the industrialist Dhirubhai Ambani , Bill Gates& many others to follow. So reluctantly I went to see the boy at his relative’s home.
The boy was supposed to be aged 38, but he looked far too young for his age. I could not term him handsome in the strictest sense of the word but he had that ordinary next door boy looks. A very annoying surprise was awaited. The boy’s sister-in-law was someone I knew, when I was working as an apprentice in a very well-known Chartered Accountancy firm. After the introductions & revelations were over, I half-heartedly began gearing up to face a very disheartening & undesirable situation of my life. The boy’s Mami very enthusiastically accepted me & so did my acquaintance. I felt like a doll on the mantle-shelf of very attractive & a beautiful shop, where the commodities were dressed to divulge their best & immediately selected by the curious shopper. Unenthusiastically, I made funny faces at my Mom, who was subjecting me to such a painful situation. I got up to face the tryst with Gujarati Goanese boy, alone in a room where had to discover & disclose the basic facts about each other.
Thus, a very common set of general question-answer session began with the boy. The boy’s first that was posed to me was about my work. I did not bother to give him a direct reply & instead asked him, if my acquaintance had not briefed him about my life. Since the boy was from Goa, I asked what made him settle in Goa. He answer was that “Goa’s a beautiful state devoid of pollution & very sparsely populated, since the main economy was tourism & mining. During his teenage years, he had a Goanese friend, who a property in Goa & they visited every year to celebrate the New Year. As the conversation progressed further on, I discovered a few things about the boy, which were found to be utterly disgusting. I was expecting him to be a little honest & forthcoming, since we were likely to end up being together. But this boy projected a very wrong image from the initial stages of our tryst. The reasons for doing so are still unknown to me. I realized our interests differed & the talks almost centred on his precious friends. He asked me about my work, since I loved my work so passionately, explained in detail the esteemed position, I enjoyed in the firm. He gave a very brief idea about his line of business & since I am a daughter of a businessman, I became interested in his business. He was in the business of making bottle caps for pharmaceutical & liquor producing companies. He owned a sole proprietorship firm named ‘YONINI CAPS’ He further explained how the name of his firm was inspired. The first two letters were taken from his father’s name, next two from his mother’s name & the last two letters belonged to his own name. I thought what a over-imaginative name! The whole conversation was conducted in English; I could sense that he was not very comfortable in conversing in that language. Just as we discussed about likes about the food, a very funny anecdote arose. I told him about my addiction for that 10 o’clock flavoured tea, where either mint, lemon grass or ginger are to be added to enhance its flavour. He told he had a lemon grass plantation in Bombay, which I considered a little strange. Since Bombay is considered to be a very expensive city, in terms where land was concerned, a lemon grass plantation in the city of Bombay was not contemplated to be economically viable. So I cross-examined him to get to the crux of the matter. So I posed my question about the whereabouts of the plantation, the reply I got was very hilarious. What the boy meant was that he grew lemon grass in a pot at his Bombay residence & he erroneously termed it as “lemon grass plantation”! He was excessively obsessed with religion & he called himself a religious fanatic, even though he did not have in-depth knowledge about any religion. His thinking, imagination & actions extremely differed form me. Another funny question he asked was “How’s your nature?” Initially I could not figure out as to what he was trying to ask me. Then realization struck me, he was asking me to describe my personality traits & temperament. Since during the conversation, I concluded that he was not going to be present in my imminent forthcoming, I decided to portray my best. First of all, I contradicted that it was left up to him to judge, analyse & find out my way of conducting myself, if he seemed so very keenly interested in knowing my true “nature”. I replied that I have a very positive approach towards anything that happens to me in my life & a very firm believer in that axiom, “Everything happens to every individual for the best;” a very fun loving, romantic, sensitive & honest individual. I deliberately hid from him about my fiery temper. Not that it was going to matter to him in the future, since my decision about not taking this ill-matched was taken during the first & the briefest of the conversation. He further added on, a few things about his own personality trait, which I no inclination of being acquainted. He told me, he was a very lazy as an individual, often let his mood dictate his movements & had a very short- temperament. As the conversation switched over to other issues, I expressed my further likings. I told him that long solitary walks were something I enjoyed, which often entailed a visit to a temple. My favourite poet was obviously William Shakespeare but could not account the fact that I loved writing & had written so many poems. Another disagreement occurred; he was planning to diversify his business by adding an altogether different product to his present line of business. So obviously this action was termed to be diversification of his business & not the expanding his present capacity utilisation. But as a complete Gujju, who believed that he was always right, wrongly corrected me “That it was called expanding his business & not diversification,” as I had accurately vouched for. He was going to import machine for making potato wafers from China. So my next question was how were the marketability issues to be deciphered, since there were many other players in the market producing the same product under such established brand names. As usual he was very vague in his answers. I concluded that he might not have done his groundwork properly before revealing his plans. Lastly, I knew he was discussing his friend’s marital problems with me, somehow I found that very boring, since neither I knew his friend nor was I inclined in knowing his friend’s personal problems. The problem was very droll & boring. His friend suspected his wife was cheating him, so he decided to act on his friend’s advice. His cronies advised him to stop his wife’s monthly allowance until she stopped cheating him, since the divorce was out of question. So a second chance was being given to the lady in the discussion. I was of the opinion that nobody should be given a right to interfere between a man & wife’s personal problems. I considered his friend to be deficient in resolving issues on his own, since he was the very first person who knew & understood his soul-mate so well.
Since there was no point in continuing this conversation any longer, I terminated this funniest & amusing tryst, with a hope that our future was never going to be entwined, since we were unsuitably matched to suit each other’s temperament, wave length & comfort & compatibility levels.
The moment I came out after completing the tryst with this unsuitable boy, immediately my acquaintance, who became my friend in this short space of half an hour asked me about the outcome of the interview. Untruthfully, I had to answer her questionings & out of sense of gratitude, I found myself agreeing to a second tryst with the unsuitable boy.
This made me decide against forming of an alliance, which appeared unsuited from the very first tryst. The vibrations & the sparkle that should have bonded a relationship were missing. From that I vowed to myself that never again in my life would I subject myself to such irrational & malevolent behaviour from other individuals. I would never be used as a pawn to such manipulative act performed by total strangers.
Still my search for finding my real soul-mate is going on….
When, Where & How, I will find him to enliven my life are only answerable by Times, Destiny & God.
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