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"Would
you let your mother choose your husband?" this book asks the
reader. Well if the experiences of Anju are anything to go by
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then perhaps she should!
Daughter
of a well-to-do Mumbai jewellery merchant, Anju bides her time working
in her father's boutique, while allowing the greatest calamity befall
upon her family - that of having an ageing, unmarried daughter.
"Who needs to be happy?" her exasperated mother asks her
"Maybe he's not perfect, but at least he's like you
.elderly-type".
Anju's
younger brothers, barely out of their teens are already confirmed
as the most eligible bachelors in town. But tradition dictates that
Anju should marry first and so the great husband hunt begins. Forewarned
by a birth-chart reader that many obstacles lie in Anju's path to
blissful matrimony, the net is widened to include not only the "also
rans" from their own city, but also the "no hopers"
from any city!
After
a particularly uninspiring encounter with Raju Asrani, a London-based
accountant who agrees to marry Anju despite having an English girlfriend,
Anju meets an Asian storekeeper from Accra whose wifely requirements
include a girl who will awake at the crack of dawn, supervise three
maids and a cook and operate a vacuum cleaner. 'Basically he wants
to marry me to supplement this domestic task force' fumes Anju.
As
an escape from the appalling sceptre of being advertised in the
"Bridegrooms Wanted" section of the local papers, she
turns the tables on her parents and flees to New York to further
and further her studies. Initially living in the suburban hell of
New York State with Uncle Lal and Aunty Vinita, she moves to the
city and acquires the obligatory white boyfriend whom she meets
in the all-American "lonely hearts" meeting place, Starbucks!
One
can't help but feel that all this time, Anju is merely experimenting
with love whilst still remaining a Desi virgin at heart. She takes
up a supposedly "high powered" job in a PR company that
seems to largely involve organising launch parties on the same scale
as her mother's Mumbai dinner parties. Little wonder then that no
one back home is interested in her new haircut, new job or the fact
that she had to organise hors d'oevres for John Travolta.
'For
Matrimonial Purposes' does not plumb the depths of Anju's psyche,
simply because there is so little to plumb. A spoilt-little-rich-girl-without-a-husband
from India merely becomes one of many spoilt-little-rich-girls-without-a-husband
in the West. The irony is that unlike many others, Anju desperately
wants to be married, and, most importantly, it has to be someone
of the right background and wealth from the "global Sindhi
network" that she inhabits.
Anju
fails to sustain her relationship with Jeff, her white boyfriend,
blaming the break-up on his inability to understand her "Indianess".
One evening, just as they are about to enter a restaurant, Anju
spots her auntie's friend dining inside and begs Jeff to choose
another restaurant. Jeff wants a confrontation and Anju
well
she just wants an Indian man.
After
this episode, Anju decides to be more proactive and starts searching
for a soul mate on the Internet. The author, Kavita Daswani has
a talent for comedic writing and the descriptions of some of Anju
cyber encounters are hilarious, although they may be far closer
to the truth than I imagined!
Ultimately
the tale comes to the anticipated cheesy ending, using the age-old
Indian invention (?) of friendly matchmaking.
This
mildly amusing book is funny in parts and all Asians will have at
least one episode that they will personally identify with - be it
the lengths that Anju and her mother go to remove the "grechari"
(curse) from her birth chart, to Anju's prim and proper bride-viewing
encounters. But I cannot help but think that a little more poignancy,
and a little less of the "Mills & Boon" approach would
have elevated 'For Matrimonial Purposes" out of the "chick
lit" category into the mainstream market.
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