Marriage.
The word rhymes with rage,
And so does my emotion towards it.
Where a girl and a boy are cuffed together to bear the
punishment for the sins they are going to commit.
Blaring celebrations, coloured sweets, overbearing rituals,
the shehnai's shrills,
Suddenly appearing Cousins to unknown guests - all enjoy
while the fathers pay the bills.
Marriage is nothing but a license to sex,
And ofcourse not to forget the high society's ways of asking
for cheques.
No, it's not dowry, it's the love they shower,
For our dainty little girl who was raised like a flower.
Symbols such as 24,25,26 are not just numbers, they are
famously known as 'marry'age,
Movies, fairy tales, or matrimonial mails- all talk about
the Prince Charming on a carriage.
Parents, the best advertisers, show off their brand
identity, feeling proud about their product,
then carefully judge target audience's every move and
conduct.
We all know how Indian weddings are big and fat,
and we also know how anything big and fat can turn real bad.
Marriage is like food where the guy is a starter, while the
main course is his family,
which if not relishable cannot be gratifying.
So if you ever feel like suiciding in a way that wouldn't
hurt your parents?
Try marrying. Coz It's more than dying, say sacrificing.
P.S.: I might seem too cynical about marriage but I 'hope' my opinions change.
