Finding Mr. Suitable

For a suitable boy, I am searching

For PhD!! I am not researching

I am from the god disowned country

Like the proverbial spider, I try

I am twenty something, by the by

Many a year have gone by

To some conventions, I have said bye

Anything I am but dependent

Freed myself from certain covenant

It seems a girl or a boy has to marry

So that later in life, you are not sorry

So here I am

for a suitable boy, I am searching

For PhD!! I am not researching

My dad too is searching

My mom too is searching

My aunt too is searching

But my uncle is chuckling.

In churches and among friends

In classifieds and online

That elusive specimen.

Finally, I get to meet some

In dilemma, whether awful or awesome

Some are mama’s boys

Mother-in-law shadow, that will haunt

Some are papa’s boys

Yes, yes Papa, that I do not want

He sports a tattoo

But what he is trying to?

He is standing tall

Would he be the right call?

He is a bit too round

His greed for food knows no bound.

He is a bit too dark

A shade of the lark.

He is from the hills

I am from the plains

Distant too far

My dad’s protest, bizarre.

In my country without a house

My dad’s objection, another ruse.

A cup of tea, how to, he stalls

Lighting the cigarette, oh! that he knows.

Matters of kitchen, he doesn’t care

Life with him, anything but a nightmare.

Offshore posting, for months I’ll be away

No problem says he and his eyes are looking away.

Sometimes it is Ganesan,

Sometimes it is Karunakaran

What is in a name,

it is all the same!!

Seasons have come and gone

My repeating story, evokes only a yawn.

Now, my dad, a little mad

My mom, a little sad

Others, enough they have had.

For a suitable boy, I am still searching

For PhD!! I am not researching