How Many More Gandhis?

Srikant and Madhuri had come to Indore from America to see a girl for their son, Praveen. The girl’s father, Sanjay, had come to the airport to receive them. As soon as they sat in the taxi, Sanjay started singing praises about his daughter. “She is very fair and beautiful”

Madhuri said, “But our son is of dark complexion.”

“Who would look at a guy’s complexion?”

Madhuri tried to remember something and said: “Mr.Sanjay, Aren’t you from Mirzapur, a village near Indore?” Hearing this, Sanjay was very surprised. He had always mentioned that he was from Indore.

“Yes, Yes. How do you know that?”

“Do you remember? Thirty years ago, you had come to Devas to see a girl?”

Hearing this, Sanjay got a shock. It didn’t take long for him to realise that Madhuri was the same girl that his family had rejected as she had a dark complexion. Sanjay was trying to wipe away the sweat on his forehead repeatedly.

Madhuri said “Do not worry Mr. Sanjay. Praveen likes your daughter Sanjana a lot. But this is not because she is fair. He likes her because she is very capable and intelligent. Both have been talking to each other for some time. They like each other a lot. People. Western countries have changed their attitude toward skin color. But no one knows how many Gandhis need to be born in this country to change this thinking?”