I ain't complainin'! It's rather difficult for my non-desi friends to grasp this whole marriage pressure idea.
Here's a hilarious blog entry (via the wonderful folks at Desipundit) The woes of a 30 something bachelor.
Being the shrewd military strategist that I am, dealing with sundry cousins, aunts and uncles has been easy. Much in the manner of Napoleon and his military victories, I tackled them on a one-on-one basis and never once did I allow them to gang up against me. This strategy held me in good stead, but then Napoleon too had his Waterloo didn't he?[snip]
This happened a few months ago when all of us met in Hyderabad. I, for once, let my guard down and there I was amidst a cacophony of dear cousins, dearer uncles and dearest aunts.
First came an assault from the Left Flank by a cousin. Let's call him M. M wondered why I was mudiri poyina bendakaya laga unnavu (resembling an over-ripe, withered Okra/Ladies' Finger) and that it was high time for me to get married. It was now or never.
I had to do something about this and fast. I said, "Look guys I am not...like that. Just that I am asexual.”Read the rest! :-)
The guffaws/snickers stopped as though they had run into a solid wall.
The family went into a huddle. As it always does in moments of extreme crises.
What is asexual?!?!?
Does it mean...er...what does it mean? Does it, you know....
OH! MY GOD!!!! HE DOES NOT HAVE.......THEM.
Of course. One can always say: Hey, I converted to Catholicism. And I want to become a priest. That kinda stops the whole thing in its tracks.