a government babu", declares
the neighborhood auntie.
It would be a banker one day,
a low-key state government
official the other-
Her pride would hide behind
a high-paying manager
in a MNC sometimes, and
on the other, behind a
businessman with a big
enterprise in the city.
And years down the line,
finally, when this
"Beaut-force of a girl",
is married off to the only
son of a big landlord-
Within six months, it's found
that he's a drunkard.
Then our princess returns
to her mother after a big big
fight within a year.
There is nothing to hide
by now. The secrets are
out in the open.
The landlord tag was just
"erstwhile", and what's
left now is just 1.5 acres.
The sunk cost fallacy of
Indian marriages starts to
play out well after that-
series of blame games,
retaliation, negotiation,
and inevitable settlements.
Both the families thrust
the pact of marriage down
the throats of these two
imbeciles, and within the
next year she comes
bearing a child.
Then another,
then another, and another
till penury wakes up
and slaps on them with
a contraception.
But yes, after that,
They Lived Happily Ever After.