In India, the male to female ratio is approx. 10: 8 in educated states like Maharashtra, Kerala, Tamil Nadu n much more skewed in the northern n eastern states, in some places as low as 10:6....so by that definition there r 0.4 to 0.2 more guys available for each girl in the marriage mart....but strangely enuf as the girl becomes more qualified this number drops precipitously.
The only way i can explain this phenomenon is to hypothesize
a) that guys with better qualifications simply prefer less qualified girls
b) there r no guys with better qualifications
c) there r too many overqualified girls
d) any or all of these insights hold true
Sunday, August 3, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
A Suitable Boy
Being an Indian girl is a trial in the best of times... being an unmarried Indian girl is a trial by fire...
These days all evenings (loosely used in this context as i return home from work well after nightfall) are devoted to scanning/ research/ labeling/ color and qualification coding n so on.
I feel like i m redoing my thesis except that this time i m completely clueless about what the final product is supposed to look like.
No, i m not actually doing a study of some rare strange syndrome... i m looking for A SUITABLE BOY... that rare species of Homo Sapien Sapien( or is it Sapiens?) which all girls have to discover. The last one i discovered was a hardbound version lying in my aunt's bookcase n was far more enjoyable than the real thing (Yes, i meant the lovely novel written by Vikram Seth... i never understood the logic behind the main character's decision to marry for duty rather than love).
Our family has a family tradition of marrying for love.... since the past three generations all the marriages have been 'love marriages', my brother, the fourth generation will also be marrying for love leaving me to be the rebel n break tradition.
These days all evenings (loosely used in this context as i return home from work well after nightfall) are devoted to scanning/ research/ labeling/ color and qualification coding n so on.
I feel like i m redoing my thesis except that this time i m completely clueless about what the final product is supposed to look like.
No, i m not actually doing a study of some rare strange syndrome... i m looking for A SUITABLE BOY... that rare species of Homo Sapien Sapien( or is it Sapiens?) which all girls have to discover. The last one i discovered was a hardbound version lying in my aunt's bookcase n was far more enjoyable than the real thing (Yes, i meant the lovely novel written by Vikram Seth... i never understood the logic behind the main character's decision to marry for duty rather than love).
Our family has a family tradition of marrying for love.... since the past three generations all the marriages have been 'love marriages', my brother, the fourth generation will also be marrying for love leaving me to be the rebel n break tradition.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
To write a blog...
Writing a blog is such hard work.
Step 1. Select a topic to discuss the merits of i.e. life
Step 2. Ponder the meaning thereof
Step 3. Appear serious and thoughtful...this is tough really
Step 4. Think of lots of philosophical points to liberally scatter thro' out
Step 5. Imagine the reactions of target audience
Step 6. Modify said points..
Step 7. ...
OR
Just assume nobody is going to read this junk n have fun writing exactly wat i feel
Step 1. Select a topic to discuss the merits of i.e. life
Step 2. Ponder the meaning thereof
Step 3. Appear serious and thoughtful...this is tough really
Step 4. Think of lots of philosophical points to liberally scatter thro' out
Step 5. Imagine the reactions of target audience
Step 6. Modify said points..
Step 7. ...
OR
Just assume nobody is going to read this junk n have fun writing exactly wat i feel
Monday, May 19, 2008
Of microscopes n maids...
Once upon a time there lived a princess who did not like dolls, had no interest in frills and loved watching horror flicks...
Thank the lord she grew up n discovered the perfect vocation....
A result of reading too many whodunnits... i became a medical equivalent of a puzzle solver...a pathologist.
Thank the lord she grew up n discovered the perfect vocation....
A result of reading too many whodunnits... i became a medical equivalent of a puzzle solver...a pathologist.
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