Hmmm, I don’t know, are we being a little harsh on this girl? Loose morals… really?? She’s 25, which as we all know in desi years is ancient, so already she’s got the family on her back, “you leave it any longer and no one’s going to marry you”…“for crying out loud, by 26 you should be popping out your 3rd baby” …and so on.
So there she is, she knows she should have got married at 23 but she’s been pushing her luck, holding out for “Mr Right”. Only trouble is “Mr Right” hasn’t shown up yet and now the neighbours have started to talk… “Aw-haw 25 and still not married, do you think she’s one of them you know whats??” …“A vegetarian?” …“No you bloody fool, I mean lesbian!”
So eventually she crumbles under the pressure and decides instead of Mr Right, she’ll settle for Mr Maybe, who happens to be the best of a bad bunch. She doesn’t really like him that much but at least now people have stopped questioning her sexuality. They have their nikkah, which considering it’s the MOST important part of the whole of the wedding process, turns out to be quite an underwhelming affair lasting about 10 minutes. So far it’s all been a bit of a disappointment but never mind, they can have some kind of honeymoon next, right? Give the newly-weds a chance to spend some quality time together… well not exactly, hubby decides to go to Jeddah for a year and leave his wife behind. So that first year… the best he can offer her is… Skype!
So there she is, sat there, twiddling her thumbs (yes, just her thumbs) and eventually Mr Right shows up, a few months later than expected but time keeping was never his strong point. However what he lacks in time keeping he makes up for in other ways… the guy is a charmer and she realises he is the man for her… like the song goes… Gotta be true to myself, no point in lying, know how I feel ain’t no denying, when I’m in his presence I can feel my heart flying…
So there you have it… has she been a little bit silly? You could say that… A little immature? Sure… Loose morals? Oh come on! If this was a trial and I was her attorney, which I’m not, cos she couldn’t afford me, but if I was… I’d argue she’s a victim of the system… the desi system. The system that pressurizes a person into an unsuitable marriage for fear of being left on the shelf. The system that says it’s ok for a hubby to jet off to another country the moment the girl says “Qubool Hai”. The system that expects her to sit there waiting for him while he’s living la vida loca in…er…ummm… Jeddah!!
Having said that I don’t actually know the girl, maybe she’s a complete doofus, maybe… maybe not… but look at this way, at least we know she isn’t a lesbian… that’s gotta count for something, right?