My dad also made the fatal mistake of giving his daughters a good education which in normal circumstances should be applauded but sadly for him, his daughters developed a mind of their own, which any long suffering south Indian parent will tell you is a thing to watch out for and FEAR.And that’s not all,horror of horrors they even sent their daughter to the U.S of A to further her education which effectively sealed their hopes of a easy and peaceful wedding.

Before anybody comes to the conclusion that I’m an idiotic spoilt brat who needs to grow up let me tell you the problems the “average NRI woman” faces.

1) After having hung around in Uncle Sam’s playground for sometime you develop certain thought processes like“I need my space”,”I am a real person”, “I have needs” etc etc which spells doom for any kind of matrimonial alliance your parents would have thought of.
2) Moreover, the good moral values your mom drilled in you for the most part of your “formative” years remains with you and gives you this nice guilty feeling everytime you get the “its-my-life-I-can do-what-I –please” feeling which puts an end to all forms of enjoyment.
3) Also, should you go through an unhappy love-affair and if you are one of those silly, teary eyed, Jane Austen novel reading types who believe love is a one time affair, you would be better off hunting for your six feet by two feet space a little early in life.
4) I hate to admit this but whatever level of independence (financial included) one achieves, the prospect of a lonely life is very daunting and everytime you see a clock you get a mental image of your biological clock ticking away to glory……tick tick tick……..
5) But whenever you do decide to settle down for the next guy who comes along your way you again get images of yourself stuck in a marriage without love, where every compromise you make seems to take away from you some part of the dream you had built for yourself, until you’re left with somebody who would be the kind of person you would mock or pity if you met them today.
6) That’s not all, the “good H1 boys” who land here seem so lost in their dollar conversion and “we need a comely, homely working girl” that it takes a supreme effort to spend a day with them, let alone a lifetime.
7) ABCD’s are not even considered as things are complicated enough without bringing in these confused souls who are on an overdose of Karan Johar’s movies and have the most laughable ideas about the FOB(fresh-off-the-boat) Indian girls.
8) Even the NRI guys here have their own agenda and chalk out a timetable, you know the “there’s a time and place for everything” a time for fun, a time for you to work and bring in the money, a time for kids, a time for you to be at home and look after me and the kids, a time to go back to India and you wonder where the “ a time for the wife” gets lost in between.
8) Finally you are left with the image of a sobbing mother who feels that you have missed the marriage bus and an inner voice that groans at the prospect of spinsterhood.

Well one never said it was easy being a woman, but being an NRI woman with Indian values and foreign currency …….tch tch tch