Forgive me in advance,

I plan to get a bit soppy

There’s much reason you see

And even more rhyme

As I’m going to talk about time

Passed, gone, three years to the date

When by chance, or perhaps fate

I opened this site and gave it my name

And with the click of a mouse, became

The blogger you all know and read

With patience and tolerance indeed.

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It’s kind of hard to believe that I belong to the same culture whose women were blessed with a pre-marriage custom, popularly known as “the Swayamvar”. Be it Indumathi, Sita and Draupathi; all they were expected to do was look pretty and walk down the aisle with a bulky garland in hand, while the prospective bridegrooms were put through various tests in order to prove their worth in the eyes of their desired princess. Now whatever happened to the after-marriage lives of some of these women (vanvaas, agni pariksha & polyandry), I shall ignore for the convenience of this post.

But as it is often said, “all good things come to an end” similarly the time-honoured practice of Swayamvar went through drastic changes, slowly and gradually tilting more and more in the favour of the opposite sex. Garlands got replaced with “chai ki thali” and instead of the man; the probable bride is the one who gets checked out by the groom and his entire khandan. The eligible bachelor has the liberty of interrogating as many potential wives before selecting the one. My cousin brother zipped through 39 finally settling down with my sister-in-law, the 40^th arranged proposal on his list. Whereas for my bhabi, he was the first and the last.

And this number game according to me is quite skewed.

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Well he is nick-named "Dirty Old Man" for no reason.