I am a post graduate from a reputed college in India holding a job in a multi-national company living in a fast growing city. My matrimonial profile had nothing less but for the “picture perfect” looks. I am dark skinned, over-weight with absolutely no fashion sense. I could not maintain a sexy body and was extremely bad at painting my face. I chose over-sized clothes just not to shop frequently.
However, almost for two and half years, I managed to visit a beauty-parlor, tried to fit in and looked beautiful whenever my father would call me for a “potential match-fixing meet”. My parents love me, I knew it and know it for sure. They struggled to tell me to get in shape to be accepted by “potential grooms”. They would have gone through a lot more agony than I did during this process of “match-fixing”.
I’ve always had thousands of questions running in my mind when I thought of “match-fixing”. I met “potential grooms” who were so-called obese, pitch-dark-skinned, alcoholic, bald and short, but wanted a “picture perfect” bride. It deeply hurt me and broke me when I met these “potential grooms” who wanted to know everything about the outside-me when they should marry the inside-me.
I remember my dad saying, ‘In this emerging market of matrimony, where all the brides and grooms are for sale, people are picking up the flawless ones’. In the pursuit of finding that flawless person, we lose on time and age. So, we need to move on accepting the fact that none on this earth are flawless.
While fighting this battle of rejection, deep hurts and frustration crept in. At last, I ran to my last resort, “God“. The interesting thing about God is that He is always prepared and waits for us to go to Him for help and comfort. This God, who loves me and cares for me, placed me amid wonderful people who constantly reminded me of my self worth and my identity in God. As the ‘potential grooms’ dried my heart, these people kept filling it.
The God I believe, works in ways I cannot imagine. I come from a very conservative Andhra family. I haven’t seen my family members getting married to people outside our native district and community. And me, out of the outflow of love towards my loving parents and because of my promises to the God I believe, have decided that I’ll never marry a guy whom my parents would not approve of.
While the demands of the ‘potential grooms’ are sky-rocketing, I got a call from a family among the bunch of wonderful people I spoke about earlier. They asked me to think about this man, Joshua as a ‘potential groom’. I already knew in my mind that it’s a NO in every angle because this man does not belong to my region, caste or creed. But I told my parents and it was a NO. Then, one of my favorite brothers reminded me of the capabilities of the God I believe. We prayed and asked this God to intervene and BOOOOM !!! Couple of weeks later, my dad calls up and asks me more details about this man and our families met on one fine day. That very day, our wedding was decided. And now, I have a husband, Joshua.
