I went to fill up my gas tank and started chatting with the Indian woman at the counter. Upon finding out that I was unmarried and could speak quite fluent Hindi, she popped the question - for her brother. I am Indian, BTW.
This makes a grand total of five proposals I’ve received at gas stations from Indians. Seriously, my daddy was a gas station attendant and I love him but you’re not exactly boasting your credentials here. And what makes you think I’m easy anyway???
And people wonder why I avoid other Indians. :smack:
Thank you, but mostly it’s because I’m still fairly involved in my culture and more importantly, I’m a citizen and I can help get a green card for them. I know this because they’ve told me.
I (vicariously) feel your pain. As soon as any desis find out that my SO is a citizen, she gets a proposal - for themselves, a brother, son, cousin, etc.
And if they’re Maharashtrian and find out that she is, she’ll get double the proposals.
So there’s a “nice Indian girl” thing like the “nice Jewish girl” one? I’m not surprised. Give it a few generations and it’ll die out, and being Indian-American will be about as big a deal as being Swedish-American.
Which doesn’t help you right now–hmmm–maybe pepper your Hindi with low-class curses that no decent girl would use, or say that you’d “love” to “meet” her “son”, and start to mention your hourly rates?
I wouldn’t want you to let it die, it makes me smile every time, too.
Seriously, sometimes I just want to say yes and make some outrageous demand, like, “He has to turn his entire wealth over to me. Reverse dowry, please.” may as well make a profit on the deal, right?
Having seen a picture of you in a Russian hat, my guess would be: yes.
The last time my mum and I went to India, a lady whose son was a London dentist asked my mum if I could cook and what I was studying at university, and then decided we would make a good couple. :smack:
weighing in on the Indian thing, which Anaamika is of course more versed than I in;
My dad was an engineering professor. Two of the other gentlemen on the faculty were Indian. Both were in marriages which had been arranged. (My dad is 74).
One couple was very happy, seemed very suited for each other, and their love grew stronger over the years.
The other couple seemed to have been married for money. The man was well-to-do, and a beautiful woman provided for his bride. The problem: their personalities did NOT match. They were … and are … still unhappily linked.
I had a friend from India, who came to work at the engineering firm I went to. He shared that while he was in the States working, his mom was interviewing ladies to be his bride. While it seems strange, he had faith that his parents would find a young lady who would suit him.
And they did. Like the couple I mentioned who were very happy, neither saw the other before the wedding day. Sirish (my friend) and Mrs. Prasad (the happily married lady) mentioned that: if your parents really know who you are, they can pick a suitiable mate for you.
Strange for other cultures, apparently in India this is a long time custom. So that is what **Annamika ** is up against; folks still trying to find the right one for their boy.
[nagging mother’s voice]
Why can’t you find a good man and settle down? You’re not getting any younger, you know. Why, when I was your age, I was pregnant with my 6th child and had been married 14 years, happily I might add…
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You must be marriage material Anaamika. After all, 5 gas station attendants can’t be wrong
