Honestly, do TNC members think anyone can make choices for life in two days?? Am not sure I can at least and especially for something like marriage? Marriage is a gamble. How the hell can anyone guess the odds of a gamble before the set of events actually takes place? And for people like me, the ‘if’ always lurks around the corner. Some people argue that, you still may not be able to know a person even if you spend the rest of your life with him/her. Then you don’t make ‘dumb choices’ obviously...
It may click for some you know, but it can’t click for the entire group or for even half, can it? IMPOSSIBLE.(to be read as 'eempossible not i'm possible'... how lame can I get?? LOL) . It's like the ideal being the real.
In reality, the probability of success would be about 5 couples in 10 Taaruf programs! What more can you expect? Yeah everyone knows 'someone somewhere is made out there for ya' but am not sure me bumping into someone I really wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with at the Taaruf is a highly probable event. But hope does indeed survive against all odds. (*wonders*)
The only spectrum of society, I think, where the Taaruf can succeed would consist of once bitten twice shy types or those who realized that they don’t really like living with themselves anymore! Or for the widowed.
Well back to me again!! I thinks I cut myself a good deal anyways. The food was good, the weather was just right, me got a chance to improve on my Gujarati language skills immensely, and for a normally picky and choosy person, made quite a few friends!!! The other purpose with which I had started out (*hunt for the One*) got lost, somewhere along the way for lack of...
Anyone interested in fun-filled weekends/ parent-approved speed dating events or for pure, unadulterated time pass or for whoever thinks matches can be made in two days, I can gladly contact the TNC at my community's local Mosque on their behalf!!! (*chuckles*)(commission payable directly to me!!!)
Cheers
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Express Dating Services- Day 2
Next morning dawned sunny and clear. Breakfast was followed by group activities, each group of about 5, played a series of ‘tantalizing mind games’ which turned out to be quizzes about brand logos and capitals and currencies and what not. Phew... That was some brain exercise!!! (*smirks*)
Now was the most important part of the weekend--The ‘behind the purdah’ meetings or closed door meetings which would apparently decide the fate of the people involved- whether or not any matches would be made. We were all supposed to write names of people who we were interested in and wanted to meet up with. And then our counselors would act as mediators. We could go and meet someone on our own too but I guess most of us were too shy since this was chiefly a socio religious event. I looked around again and again hoping to catch a wink of someone, anyone who was interesting. Couldn’t single out any guy. I sees this one cute guy except for the fact that he had a beard which quite suited him. So I thinks “ok, here’s the bakra!!” My counselor had a long list of guys who wanted to have a chat with me, so I was like “Never mind, it’s good time pass. Let’s go!”
The first guy- was this total desi types who spoke in the bhaiya hindi (dialect of Madhya Pradesh/ Bihar/ Uttar Pradesh). He was pretty ok looking but language was Da Problem. He was of the opinion that time and place wait for no man and that every man whether he accepts it or not has to live by the times. Dude! Do you mean to say that although, you know murder is a serious crime and an immoral activity, are you still gonna do it coz that’s what the time or place you are in demands of you???
The second guy- was totally Gujju. From Ahemdabad but spoke pretty normally considering his background. Bearded. But read books, and had an open mind. Nice guy but not what I had in mind.
The third guy- was a Civil Engineer from Amravati in Maharashtra. He looked half dead. Lanky and extremely shy. He just repeated what I said. Not at all impressive, Next please!!
The fourth guy- was from Al JameatusSaifiyya and well he was a male chauvinist. Over possessive, nice looking though.
Maybe you need to learn to trust dude! Also, I think someone should teach you the fact : “Men are such dogs” :P
We as women have such difficult a task in life because it principally involves dealing with men (now this part ain’t my own. I lifted it from someone’s nickname on my msn list!) And men come in so many breeds and different sizes. (*sighs*). Wonder what men would have done without women… (Be thankful guys!! Am not sure homosexuality would be that much of fun ya know!!!)
Afternoon prayers, lunch and then the cruise. This last part of the day was the most boring event. They took us for a boat cruise on the sea. We played the worst game of the century. Antakshari. It’s like a period game now. So I was listening to my mp3 player. About a few seats away from me was this guy who looked Normal. So I was just gonna ask about him when this counselor comes and tells me: “Beta, aa dikra tamare see waat karwa chahe che”; meaning that guy wants to speak to you. So I was like cool. He seemed nice and belonged to a rival college so it was fun talking to him. We exchanged numbers and email addresses.
Anyways, I was dead tired when I reached home. But the program was pretty good. Not to forget the sumptuous meals!!! A lot of hard work was put into this by the volunteers of the TNC but I don’t think the results were worth the effort. They must’ve spent a bomb on this. Thank you TNC members for organizing it wonderfully.
Now was the most important part of the weekend--The ‘behind the purdah’ meetings or closed door meetings which would apparently decide the fate of the people involved- whether or not any matches would be made. We were all supposed to write names of people who we were interested in and wanted to meet up with. And then our counselors would act as mediators. We could go and meet someone on our own too but I guess most of us were too shy since this was chiefly a socio religious event. I looked around again and again hoping to catch a wink of someone, anyone who was interesting. Couldn’t single out any guy. I sees this one cute guy except for the fact that he had a beard which quite suited him. So I thinks “ok, here’s the bakra!!” My counselor had a long list of guys who wanted to have a chat with me, so I was like “Never mind, it’s good time pass. Let’s go!”
The first guy- was this total desi types who spoke in the bhaiya hindi (dialect of Madhya Pradesh/ Bihar/ Uttar Pradesh). He was pretty ok looking but language was Da Problem. He was of the opinion that time and place wait for no man and that every man whether he accepts it or not has to live by the times. Dude! Do you mean to say that although, you know murder is a serious crime and an immoral activity, are you still gonna do it coz that’s what the time or place you are in demands of you???
The second guy- was totally Gujju. From Ahemdabad but spoke pretty normally considering his background. Bearded. But read books, and had an open mind. Nice guy but not what I had in mind.
The third guy- was a Civil Engineer from Amravati in Maharashtra. He looked half dead. Lanky and extremely shy. He just repeated what I said. Not at all impressive, Next please!!
The fourth guy- was from Al JameatusSaifiyya and well he was a male chauvinist. Over possessive, nice looking though.
Maybe you need to learn to trust dude! Also, I think someone should teach you the fact : “Men are such dogs” :P
We as women have such difficult a task in life because it principally involves dealing with men (now this part ain’t my own. I lifted it from someone’s nickname on my msn list!) And men come in so many breeds and different sizes. (*sighs*). Wonder what men would have done without women… (Be thankful guys!! Am not sure homosexuality would be that much of fun ya know!!!)
Afternoon prayers, lunch and then the cruise. This last part of the day was the most boring event. They took us for a boat cruise on the sea. We played the worst game of the century. Antakshari. It’s like a period game now. So I was listening to my mp3 player. About a few seats away from me was this guy who looked Normal. So I was just gonna ask about him when this counselor comes and tells me: “Beta, aa dikra tamare see waat karwa chahe che”; meaning that guy wants to speak to you. So I was like cool. He seemed nice and belonged to a rival college so it was fun talking to him. We exchanged numbers and email addresses.
Anyways, I was dead tired when I reached home. But the program was pretty good. Not to forget the sumptuous meals!!! A lot of hard work was put into this by the volunteers of the TNC but I don’t think the results were worth the effort. They must’ve spent a bomb on this. Thank you TNC members for organizing it wonderfully.
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