Beauty lies in the heart of the beholder

Beauty lies in the heart of the beholder

Finding a suitable partner for your dear ones is a mountain hill task, especially for a groom. On a mission of searching a bride, I and my sister-in-law entered a grand marriage celebration. This was our first yet compulsive and emergency task. Emergency because we were going with a popular notion of being aware of bride snatchers (first come first). 

The hall was glittering with ghagras and designer sarees. Not to forget the imitation jewelry. With eyes wide open we geared up for the mission impossible, err…, possible. We struggled to get a glance of the probable brides as they were busy giggling and setting their hair style for every minute. Meanwhile, we got an idea! An idea changes a life. 

We straight away went near the mandap and switched on our radar. People were staring at us as being the center of attraction. The mandap was empty. The Baraat was yet to come. Ignoring the people, we were busy in our task. Suddenly we could trace a group of beautiful lasses having a gala time. For a second we looked at each other and yelled (silently), "attack" (with eyes). 

One girl was fair, tall and had beautiful hair. Please note that these criteria are mandatory. But we found some miss match. Maybe, it was her nose. Well, another had a normal complexion with average looks with less height. The third one was fatty. The fourth was very young, maybe in her teens. My eyes loved this teenager compared to others, and they followed her wherever she went.  

Our aunt, who joined us along, introduced the whereabouts of each girl in a low voice. Though she was talking to us, her eyes were greeting the fellow guests. This was to pretend or mislead them. Probably, to hide our mission. The girls and their relatives were looking at us with doubtful minds. It was embarrassing, but the noble cause made us stand tall. All is well in the marriages and alliances. Noted!

With all the confusion, we went to have our sumptuous dinner. The diet consciousness contained our hunger pangs. Though we were eating, our eyes were on their dedicated job. But we were afraid, as they were guests from other community too. Out of the few possible ones, many were ignored due to some allegations heard about them. 

After a thorough filtering, we settled for the tall and fair girl we saw in the beginning. As I was about to go close to the girl, our aunt appeared in front. Sensing my intention, she warned that the girl could not speak. I was silent for some time. Meanwhile, my sis-in-law came with a high volt-face. She expressed her positive views about the girl and asked me to ignore the aunt's version as the girl can speak well. With a sigh of relief, I followed her. Somehow, my sis-in-law begin the conversation with the girl, but that could not last for long. 

With more confusion, we left the place with some vague conclusion. Ultimately, the decision lies with the groom. The criteria we assumed may or may not be on the list of the decision maker. We were only the mediators or channels, to help him make a choice. The beauty lies in the heart of the beholder. The others have to obey with the final choice with empathy. Adieu