One for the bride
‘Look at this one! Sounds formidable.’ ‘Here’s a techie working in an MNC, just as Father wants.’ ‘I like this one – he’s a chartered accountant – they can start their own firm.’ ‘I’ll call this local number. Age and qualifications fit.’ ‘He has a dosha* in the seventh house. I’ll download this horoscope.’ ‘Jyoti, do you like this face? Come on, be free and frank.’ We wassailed in the umpteen comments merrily doing the rounds. It was all part of a suitable-boy-hunting spree for a dear sister-in-law on the www by her twin brothers and the co-sisters. ‘I am convinced he is there, biding somewhere in cyberspace waiting for her’, I had said, when gifting her a paid registration with one of the flashiest cyber ‘broking’ sites, with option of ‘automatic’ match-making activated. And the mailbox was inundated – and how! Some invisible computer code written most likely by a well-meaning novice ensured that we received the history and geography of all types of self-proclaimed eligible Keralite b