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A Broken Engagement, loads of drama, 100 Lindt extra dark chocolates and 30 pounds later, I have decided to chase my MBA dream once again.
Being above 27 and unmarried isnt easy , specially if you are an Indian girl. Even more so if you are surrounded by well meaning, yet ghastly relatives who seem to make it their life's purpose to see you married off to a well settled, well behaved(What the!!), Tee-totaller(Holly Crap!!) IT engineer son/nephew/friend/neighbour just back from the US of A.
On the other hand, I am NOT an IT engineer. I am a very well misbehaved, at times tipsy and definitely not matrimonially inclined (specially the arranged kind) 28 yr old girl. Overall not your quintessential Indian kudi. Yup!! You guessed it right. Another bollywood potboiler in the making.
Inspite of clearly stating my intentions of studying further, my dearest, excessively dramatic Dad convinced me to meet "eligible candidate" on "pseudo dates" with "family included" to decided on a suitable life partner. After quite a few embarassing, bordering on disasterous sessions of serving chai (lessons learnt: Do not spill tea on the groom's mother, doesn't bode well for a long term relationship) and samosas, we (me not withstanding) finally agreed upon a guy. (Yes!! I am straight, in case I got you wondering otherwise) One I would like to call Mr Teetotaller. Mr T and I got an hour to talk and decide if we we could live together peacefully in holy matrimony for the next oh so pianful years. I broke it to him, not so gently, of my intentions of studying further. Surprisingly Mr T nodded his head enthusuiastically, which I assumed was in full support of my intentions. Well !! Thats that. Congratulations were in order. I was soon to become Mrs T. Off course, I was yet to break it to him, of the healthy relationship I shared with Mr Gray Goose ;-) Well !! maybe some other time.
<Bored already, tsk, tsk, tsk !! How will you endure dull GMAT RCs ? Read on.. >
Engagement preperations were in full swing. In the meanwhile I did my research on GMAT and stumbled upon BeattheGMAT.com. I was thrilled and inspired to read GMAT success stories. I hope to be part of this elite group someday.
Back to the engagement. Two days before the bethrotal ceremony, Mr T and his family decided that a little payment was due to them in the form of a dowry, in view of their superior financial status vis a vis our middle class one. Needless to say, I was not comfortable being bartered for a few lakhs of Rupees.The engagement was called off citing financial incompatiability(me rich - you poor syndrome). Or my take on it ( You a Jack A$$ - me better off syndrome) :)
My family was heartbroken, specially my dramatic dad, who was more dramatic then normal. Well, All I can say is good Riddance!! Now I can begin my love affair with GMAT.
B-School, here I come. Wish Me luck :)
A Broken Engagement, loads of drama, 100 Lindt extra dark chocolates and 30 pounds later, I have decided to chase my MBA dream once again.
Being above 27 and unmarried isnt easy , specially if you are an Indian girl. Even more so if you are surrounded by well meaning, yet ghastly relatives who seem to make it their life's purpose to see you married off to a well settled, well behaved(What the!!), Tee-totaller(Holly Crap!!) IT engineer son/nephew/friend/neighbour just back from the US of A.
On the other hand, I am NOT an IT engineer. I am a very well misbehaved, at times tipsy and definitely not matrimonially inclined (specially the arranged kind) 28 yr old girl. Overall not your quintessential Indian kudi. Yup!! You guessed it right. Another bollywood potboiler in the making.
Inspite of clearly stating my intentions of studying further, my dearest, excessively dramatic Dad convinced me to meet "eligible candidate" on "pseudo dates" with "family included" to decided on a suitable life partner. After quite a few embarassing, bordering on disasterous sessions of serving chai (lessons learnt: Do not spill tea on the groom's mother, doesn't bode well for a long term relationship) and samosas, we (me not withstanding) finally agreed upon a guy. (Yes!! I am straight, in case I got you wondering otherwise) One I would like to call Mr Teetotaller. Mr T and I got an hour to talk and decide if we we could live together peacefully in holy matrimony for the next oh so pianful years. I broke it to him, not so gently, of my intentions of studying further. Surprisingly Mr T nodded his head enthusuiastically, which I assumed was in full support of my intentions. Well !! Thats that. Congratulations were in order. I was soon to become Mrs T. Off course, I was yet to break it to him, of the healthy relationship I shared with Mr Gray Goose ;-) Well !! maybe some other time.
<Bored already, tsk, tsk, tsk !! How will you endure dull GMAT RCs ? Read on.. >
Engagement preperations were in full swing. In the meanwhile I did my research on GMAT and stumbled upon BeattheGMAT.com. I was thrilled and inspired to read GMAT success stories. I hope to be part of this elite group someday.
Back to the engagement. Two days before the bethrotal ceremony, Mr T and his family decided that a little payment was due to them in the form of a dowry, in view of their superior financial status vis a vis our middle class one. Needless to say, I was not comfortable being bartered for a few lakhs of Rupees.The engagement was called off citing financial incompatiability(me rich - you poor syndrome). Or my take on it ( You a Jack A$$ - me better off syndrome) :)
My family was heartbroken, specially my dramatic dad, who was more dramatic then normal. Well, All I can say is good Riddance!! Now I can begin my love affair with GMAT.
B-School, here I come. Wish Me luck :)
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