Increasingly, I’m told, women are going in for live-in relationships in urban India. Really? How come I haven’t seen even one such case in my entire circle of friends and acquaintances? Perhaps because you don’t connect with the ‘right’ kind of people, is the comeback. Oho, so people living in sin are the ‘right kind’, are they? Okay, let’s not get into social politics.
Coming back to the original point. Live-in relationships. I would term it slightly differently. I would call it ‘know-him’ relationship. And most of us don’t have that privilege. We only know him on our ‘first night’, the night of the date rape.
A woman of my acquaintance was very anxious to get her twenty-six year old daughter married off. In this woman’s opinion (though she didn’t exactly express it like this) her daughter was way past her sell-by date, and needed to get married quickly in order to escape permanent singlehood. She had arranged for her daughter to see several men, all of whom the young woman had rejected on purely rational grounds. Now, finally the right guy had been unearthed. He was the right height, had the right qualifications, was from the right family and was, most importantly, willing to enter into the giant hoax that we in India call an arranged marriage. Now, she said with an air of finality, there was no reason for the erring daughter to reject the ‘boy’. Oh no? How about the fact that perhaps there might not be that vital chemistry between the couple? That the right height did not necessarily mean the right hormones kicking into action? But I didn’t say so to the mother. I knew she wouldn’t understand. Chemistry is what is taught in those filthy, smelly labs in school.
I might have suggested that before the young woman is badgered into seeing the various advantages that the prospective groom has, she should be allowed to be dated by the said man, properly dated, as in starting with a drink in a public bar to ending with a tangle between the sheets at an undisclosed location, the whole thing taking its own time, depending on the inertia built into the relationship. Then, and only then, should the man be allowed to flaunt his other ‘assets’.
Thank god nobody asks me about how to get their daughter married off. I’m sure they won’t like the answer. In this case, the young man declared his undying devotion to the girl within a week of knowing her, knowing her as in taking her out to a couple of restaurants and admitting her to two family celebrations. In another week the engagement was celebrated. The date rape is scheduled for two months later. In the meantime, the courting couple is busy getting each other’s measure, sorry, I mean measurements, for the trousseau, of course.
What does all this have to do with CNMO? I’m not sure. Except perhaps Ruts would endorse everything that I’ve said.
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Shefalle... 26.Aug.2009 10:18 am
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Rama Tadepalli 27.Aug.2009 9:29 am



