Deranged Marriage

aka
What Men (should) Want

Foreword: I have always considered myself an expert in most matters. My natural genius lends itself to the cause magnificently. Recently, I was forced to direct my formidable mental faculties to a rather widespread phenomenon popularly known as arranged marriage. It so happened that a colleague, while on vacation, was surprised into “seeing” a girl for the purposes of matrimony. He had been conveniently single all his life and had looked upon marriage and relationships as what the venerable Douglas N. Adams referred to as SEP (Someone Else’s Problem). Hence he was unsure of what he wanted in a first mate in the place, or a mate in the first place, as the case may be. Now, someone once said, “Experience is the name we give to our mistakes”, somebody else said, “We only learn from experience” and yet some other guy said, “Life is too short.” From (1), (2) and (3) we have, “Life is too short to commit all the mistakes oneself, so we must learn from the experiences of others.” To cut a long story short, I took heed from his experience and decided to seriously examine my preferences in a mate. This is an account of my mental meandering.

Lets get the facts right. It is not possible to “know” a person in the time allotted by the Institution of Arranged Marriages. Hell, no amount of time is enough to know another person. How else would you explain the failure of 30-year old marriages? So, in marriage, what you are really subjecting yourself to is the gamble of your life. This is not only about arranged marriages, it is about all kinds! Yes, I’ve known of 8-year old relationships ending with one half catching the other half in bed with the third half (one of the halves once described his life as “my cup runneth over.” I couldn’t agree more) resulting in a few shortened half-lives. I also know of people marrying and staying married for over 40 years after 6 weeks of whirlwind romance. The point is there is no point. In doing too much of research into your partner’s personality, that is. How, then, would I approach the problem? What would I look for (and by extension, what you should look for) in a life partner?

Age: That is the number one factor. Salman Rushdie and Padma Lakshmi’s marriage does not prove that tits can save a marriage. All it does is say that famous men like trophy wives, almost literally, since there aren’t many wild oats left by the time they become famous. Take the thumb rule: 3 years is a generation gap. You cannot connect with a person who is more than 3 years your junior or senior at the same level. Unless you are looking for your marriage to fulfill your needs of a rebellious teenage daughter immediately on solemnization or your wife is looking for a father cum husband rolled into one, I would suggest stay bloody away from the kid, you freaking paedophile!

Interests: Do you know why Einstein did not marry Bachhendri Pal? Because they lived (and Ms Pal still lives) in different times (for all that relativity crap, even Einstein couldn’t travel in time). But even if they were contemporaries and were adventurous enough to marry each other, I doubt if one would have known them as the ideal couple. To break the idea down so that it can be digested by the moronic intellects of my intended audience, make sure you and your partner have similar tastes. Notice, I say similar and not identical. You don’t want to live with a carbon copy of yourself (for the simple reason that there is room for only one asshole in your life), at the same time you do not want to live with your antimatter, either. Leave all that crap about “opposites attract” where it belongs- in the Electromagnetics lab. Opposites attract, and then there’s a lot of fizz and then they go there separate ways with hardly any of the original attraction left. Of course, the entertainment they provide to their fellowmen is superb, so I wouldn’t recommend it, except for purely altruistic artistic reasons. That means that if you are brooding, intellectual type (I know you wouldn’t be reading this if you were, but lets take an example) you don’t want to marry a tennis champ. If you are the tennis champ (then I doubt if much of this would make it past your thick skull, but what the hell), don’t go near the lab. Extrapolate as needed. Note to the champ: call a friend, NOW!

Socio-economic status: I know this isn’t the most politically correct thing to say, but I’ve never been accused of being politically correct, consider the social and economic background of your spouse. By that, I don’t mean start tracing her caste to 1500 B.C. What I do mean is, look at her house, if it has twice the number of rooms in yours, you may have a problem there. Look at her family friends. If her Dad gets invited to Rashtrapati Bhavan on state dinners and yours cant make it to the guest list of the local residential colony’s annual event, you have a problem. Look at her friends. If she is on first names basis with Tom Cruise, stay away. When you’re hungry, love may keep you alive but you need some stuff to keep the love alive. I reiterate, this has nothing to do with her caste or religion. Like someone once said (if they didn’t, they better consider it said now), money is religion enough.

Physical Compatibility: Ahem! Again, this is rather thin ice, morally, but when have I given up in the face of adversity? You and your wife need to be physically compatible. If you are five feet tall and she is six, she wont look up to you for long. If she is shaped like French curves were created using her body as the benchmark, and you like a beanbag full of beer, you have a problem of geometric proportions here. If she looks like she would inspire inferiority complex in Cindy Crawford, and you could cause panic attacks in kindergarten only by smiling, you may not have a very charming ever after. Despite all the modern disregard for physical appearance, at least in public, it remains a prominent criterion and don’t you forget that, shit-face.

Intelligence and Common Sense: This is my favourite! Intelligence goes beyond the apparent in that a tennis champ might, after all, turn out to possess more sense than a college professor in practical matters. It’s a tricky thing, made even more complex by our rather inflated pictures of our cerebral abilities. It can be simple, if she appears in the acknowledgements in an acceptance speech at the Nobel and the closest you have ever been to college is when you took a wrong turn in a locality you’ve been living in for twenty years. It may not be so simple when both are software engineers. If you are gifted with my incisive ability to spot retards, this presents no problem; otherwise you want to watch out! This becomes even more important since ultimately marriage increases the number or parameters (people) in the equation (family) and the idea is to balance it and keep it that way. One false step and your paradise is as good as lost. If the person you are dealing with thinks “Coz I said so” is a perfectly reasonable explanation for you to shoot your mom, marry her and take her out of circulation before she spoils someone’s life. On the other hand, if she thinks “Coz your mom said so” is good enough for her to stand in a tub of boiling oil, marry her before you wake up.

Sense of Humour: A sense of humour saves lives, families and face. If that is the one quality that your wife to be has and fails on all other counts mentioned above, marry her and you’ll at least laugh for the time that it lasts. If she can manage to show you the funny part in your getting kicked out from your job, your dog or your in-laws dying or her walking out on you, note down her number and send it to me once she’s dumped you. Again, you have to be in the upper echelons of the intelligentsia to really judge a sense of humour, so keep a few things in mind:
Her laughing her guts out when you spill ketchup on yourself does not constitute a sense of humour. Her laughing when you spill ketchup on the seven-footer on the next table does.
If she finds a Mr. Bean episode funny, stay away from her. If she watches “Snatch” through tears in her eyes, she gets extra points.
If she finds your boss’s accent funny, she IS the one, period.

Those are the qualities one should look for in a “marriage material”. But while we are on the subject of what men want, I might as well tell you a story.

There was this rather rich and lonely man who was sick of women scheming to marry him for the money. So he places an ad in a local newspaper inviting women to participate in a competition to win him (Sick, but bear with me here). Three women make it past the screening. He gives each of them a certain amount of money and asks them to see him after a week. When he meets the first one, she’s got a nose job, a boob job and a botox job done and is looking smashing. She tells him that she got more beautiful for him. The guy is impressed. Then he meets the second one and finds that she’s bought him a load of stuff- a lifetime subscription to Playboy, a Sony VAIO laptop (powered by Intel Duo) and a Harley Davidson Fatboy. She tells him that she did all that to make him happy and nothing makes her happier than his being happy. The guy is speechless. Then he meets the third female, who hands him an envelope of hand made paper. He opens it to find a statement of accounts of how she’s invested the sum that he had given her. It has grown ten times in a week and is extremely liquid. The guy is completely blown away.

Then he goes home and announces his marriage to one of the women in the same newspaper the next day. The question is, which of the three did he marry?

The answer, if you’ve been paying any attention to what I’ve been yapping about so far, should be obvious. He married the one with the biggest breasts.