8 mais 2019, planete Bahabou.
Mahoum, bacterie immortelle et hermaphrodite est venue aujourd’hui a Bahabou parler a la conference de l’histoire, l’experience et le bizarre. Voici ce qu’elle a dit lors de sa presentation. Je vous decrit ses mots a elle.
“Loge dans le cerveau de Hitler, j’ai vue son pistolet tenu a sa temple, ses idees toutes confuses, tumulteuses, l’une criant, l’autre imployante, et l’autre menacante. J’ai vecu dans le corps de Buddha, lors de sa meditation sous l’arbre Boddhi. Traversant son corps je me suis rechauffe dans sa flame d’aspiration, et ensuite, tout est devenu froid, le moment de nirvana.
J’ai senti la force du marteau, dans le main de Jesus Christ, les vessels se rupturer, les muscles deformer. J’ai vue l’inquisition en Espagne, entendu le Gita loge dans l’oreille d’Arjuna, temoigne la transformation d’Ashoka, regarde avec consternation les idees de Chanakya multipliant a la vitesse de lumiere.. ben le liste continue. Je peux parler pour des annees sur ce que j’ai vue, entendu at vecu. Si quelqu’un d’entre vous veux inscrire mes mots a la maniere de Ganesha, cela sera un epique formidable. Meme les prix nobeles ne suffirant. En tout cas, je continue.
J’ai vecu depuis la creation de l’univers. Toute bacterie comme je suis, les pralayas ne m’ont pas detruites. J’ai survi tout. En cours je suis le temoin de l’histoire.
Comme vous pouver voir, je n’ai pas de forme distinct. Je suis fluide, j’ai un visage, des yeux, une bouche. Mais comme vous voyez, pas de mains, ni de pieds. Je ne peux pas produire des texts culturelles: je peux ni ecrire, ni peindre, ni jouer a un instrument de musique. C’est pour cela que je vous parle aujourd’hui. Je n’ai pas de livre inscrit a mon nom. Je n’ai aucun papier a vous lire. Je vous parle du vecu, je vous parle de ma subjectivite, je transmet mes idees comme elles se forment dans mon cerveau.
Un moment voir anarkali danser et l’autre ecouter a Beethoven composer la 9e symphonie, je peux traverser le temps et l’espace avec le pouvoir de la pensee. Je peux retourner a la terre maintenant, etre en chine sur le grand mur, et ensuite me trouver le moment prochain ici, parlant a vous. Je peux me trouver a la prochaine seconde dans le pied de Tenzing Norgay grimpant l’Everest, ou dans les doigts de Simone de Beauvoir ecrivant Le Deuxieme Sexe. Je peux traverser dans l’histoire, mais pas dans le passé.
Je m’amuse a voir l’histoire et ses evenements. Aujoud’hui tout le monde discute les arts, la litterature, la theorie. C’est si enfantain. Le psychanalyse des textes, la deconstruction, le projet de l’etude du subalterne, c’est toutes des formations du cervaux mentale. C’est que pour la sastifaction intellectuelle, il n’y a aucune verite dans tout cela. Tout ces livres de l‘histoire, toutes ces discussions sur les evenements passees, ces efforts pour demontrer que ce que l’autre a dit est faux, c’est une perversion, une sorte de jeux qui ne finira jamais. Je vois l’histoire comme une serie de forces envahir l’univers. Il n’y a ni mauvais ni bon. C’est comme un spirale qui monte et descend. Qui tourne toujours. On ne cherche pas a blamer une spirale d’etre progressive ou detrimentale. C’est une spirale. C’est le meme pour l’histoire de l’univers. Donc quand je vois chaque evenement, je m’amuse grimper ou descendre le spirale. C’est un jeu eternel. Un jeu que je jouie de jouer.
Aujourd’hui je suis ici. En quelque moments quand j’ai fini, je retourne a la planete Milo pour la 1000e fois. On ma dit qu’une femme qui s’appele Caro se trouve aux Pre des Anges. Elle est venue dans sa caravane. Ben, je vais la rencontrer a Milo. Merci de m’avoir ecouter. Je vous souhaite une bonne soiree.”
Et Pouf, Mahoum a disparue. Elle est en Milo a ce moment. Peut-etre. A propos de ce qu’elle a dit a la fin, je me demande si elle a raison. Qu’importe, ca a ete une soiree stimulante pour tous.
Signe- Ketaki
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Wednesday, June 24, 2009
Caught in the NET
A literary KBC, written instead of oral, without any lifelines, or phone a friend and most importantly sans cheque awards, this sums up what NET is: the formidable National Eligibility Test or JRF : Junior Research Fellowship exams, due this year on the 28th June.
All enthusiastic about it initially, I ignorantly picked a preparation book from Upkar Publications, prepared by a certain Dr. B. B. Jain. I soon discovered that Dr. Jain merrily thinks that Chinua Achebe co-wrote the seminal The Empire Writes Back, (postcolonial enthusiasts please don’t tear your hair) that the epic is the most sublime form of poetry (what ever happened to concrete poetry) and that a writerly text has nothing to do with Roland Barthes’ le scriptable (this takes the straw).
Dr. Jain, or should I say the NET bureau also thinks that it is most important to know that Spenser dedicated his Faery Queene to Walter Raleigh, which year a certain King/Queen died, which year O’Neill was awarded the Nobel and what was the correct chronological order of Thomas Hardy’s novels. The NET bureau is so particular about dates that I don’t seem to be able to read anything (read as magazines/newspapers) without having the dates pop in front of my eyes, waiting to be duly memorized.
What irks me about this whole business is the utter irrelevance of the test, its ancient format and the stupidly/nonsensically, Victorian/Augustan/Puritan kind of approach to Literature. Knowing about how many times Milton married will not make anyone a qualified lecturer. No lecturer needs to know that useless piece of information by heart. Nor is it necessary to even pass it on to students, especially the next generation. This will only perpetuate English lecturers who unwittingly refer to the back benchers as the backside of the class, pronounce Herbert as Harvard, can’t spell Chaucer correctly, and teach material downloaded from Spark notes. Students need teachers who are more competent than them, not less competent.
From the research point of view (for JRF) it is unnecessary to know how many pilgrims went to St Thomas a Beckett. It would rather be better to know that Chaucer might have had feminist leanings while writing the Wife of Bath’s portrait, and analyse his depiction of her. And who the hell researches on all the crap that is asked in Paper 2 and 3 of NET? There should be sections on Postcolonial studies, contemporary theory, feminist theory, Marxist theory, post structuralism, cultural materialism, new historicism, psychoanalysis, cultural studies, subaltern studies, linguistics, ELT, eco criticism, translation studies, media studies… the list can go on. Students will be then required to answer pertinent questions from their related research areas.
And for lecturers, wouldn’t it be simpler if there was an interview, or just a solid PhD, not written entirely by the guide or copy-pasted from a previous thesis. Being thorough in what you teach is more than sufficient, and please, no substandard lecturers/researchers in the name of reservations. It simply marginalises competence.
But there’s a catch. The new HRD minister has made clearing the NET a necessity for anyone who wants a lectureship. If this trend goes on, we will not produce intelligent teachers, but machines and that too rusted and outdated ones.
All enthusiastic about it initially, I ignorantly picked a preparation book from Upkar Publications, prepared by a certain Dr. B. B. Jain. I soon discovered that Dr. Jain merrily thinks that Chinua Achebe co-wrote the seminal The Empire Writes Back, (postcolonial enthusiasts please don’t tear your hair) that the epic is the most sublime form of poetry (what ever happened to concrete poetry) and that a writerly text has nothing to do with Roland Barthes’ le scriptable (this takes the straw).
Dr. Jain, or should I say the NET bureau also thinks that it is most important to know that Spenser dedicated his Faery Queene to Walter Raleigh, which year a certain King/Queen died, which year O’Neill was awarded the Nobel and what was the correct chronological order of Thomas Hardy’s novels. The NET bureau is so particular about dates that I don’t seem to be able to read anything (read as magazines/newspapers) without having the dates pop in front of my eyes, waiting to be duly memorized.
What irks me about this whole business is the utter irrelevance of the test, its ancient format and the stupidly/nonsensically, Victorian/Augustan/Puritan kind of approach to Literature. Knowing about how many times Milton married will not make anyone a qualified lecturer. No lecturer needs to know that useless piece of information by heart. Nor is it necessary to even pass it on to students, especially the next generation. This will only perpetuate English lecturers who unwittingly refer to the back benchers as the backside of the class, pronounce Herbert as Harvard, can’t spell Chaucer correctly, and teach material downloaded from Spark notes. Students need teachers who are more competent than them, not less competent.
From the research point of view (for JRF) it is unnecessary to know how many pilgrims went to St Thomas a Beckett. It would rather be better to know that Chaucer might have had feminist leanings while writing the Wife of Bath’s portrait, and analyse his depiction of her. And who the hell researches on all the crap that is asked in Paper 2 and 3 of NET? There should be sections on Postcolonial studies, contemporary theory, feminist theory, Marxist theory, post structuralism, cultural materialism, new historicism, psychoanalysis, cultural studies, subaltern studies, linguistics, ELT, eco criticism, translation studies, media studies… the list can go on. Students will be then required to answer pertinent questions from their related research areas.
And for lecturers, wouldn’t it be simpler if there was an interview, or just a solid PhD, not written entirely by the guide or copy-pasted from a previous thesis. Being thorough in what you teach is more than sufficient, and please, no substandard lecturers/researchers in the name of reservations. It simply marginalises competence.
But there’s a catch. The new HRD minister has made clearing the NET a necessity for anyone who wants a lectureship. If this trend goes on, we will not produce intelligent teachers, but machines and that too rusted and outdated ones.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
"I prefer men to cauliflowers" Do I?
Who died? Sunk in the cold waters, pebble in the coat pocket. Virginia Woolf? Clarissa Dalloway? Septimus Smith? Richard Brown? Richard Cory?
“…and put a bullet through his head.”
Richard Cory, he had a gun in his hand. The perfect gentleman, the perfect good morning, till, he put a bullet through his head.
Wish I had a gun.
Open my brains, seek out my mind, wretch out the grapes, the cauliflower from the mental fruit basket, and close the lid again, the lid kissing the basket rim, two empty mouths meeting.
But “I prefer men to cauliflowers”. Men, cauliflowers, inedible, edible, hard, soft.
Wish I had a gun, like Richard Cory. But no, I won’t pull the trigger. It’s infinitely better to live.
Cauliflowers, men, soft, hard.
Maybe I want to pull the trigger after all. I open my eyes. The stone is slowly sinking in the cold waters, blue, dark. No. No gun, no bullet. Who knows what’s behind the bullet.
The grapes are still outside, or was it the cauliflowers? I said I would buy the grapes myself, the cauliflowers myself, the men myself.
Stomach touching the white sheets, mouth open, soft noise emerging from it, head on the pillow, enclosed in a mosquito net. It rained. It’s a dark night.
08-01-09
“…and put a bullet through his head.”
Richard Cory, he had a gun in his hand. The perfect gentleman, the perfect good morning, till, he put a bullet through his head.
Wish I had a gun.
Open my brains, seek out my mind, wretch out the grapes, the cauliflower from the mental fruit basket, and close the lid again, the lid kissing the basket rim, two empty mouths meeting.
But “I prefer men to cauliflowers”. Men, cauliflowers, inedible, edible, hard, soft.
Wish I had a gun, like Richard Cory. But no, I won’t pull the trigger. It’s infinitely better to live.
Cauliflowers, men, soft, hard.
Maybe I want to pull the trigger after all. I open my eyes. The stone is slowly sinking in the cold waters, blue, dark. No. No gun, no bullet. Who knows what’s behind the bullet.
The grapes are still outside, or was it the cauliflowers? I said I would buy the grapes myself, the cauliflowers myself, the men myself.
Stomach touching the white sheets, mouth open, soft noise emerging from it, head on the pillow, enclosed in a mosquito net. It rained. It’s a dark night.
08-01-09
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
NEXT IS WAT?
It’s that time of the year again. It is that damn blasted time when everyone seems to be part of a conspiracy in nagging you with the same question- “What next? Or what will you do after this?” It is a very pertinent question, but unsettling nevertheless. And the answer isn’t easy. Well how could it be when even Samsung and Aamir Khan ask Next is Wat?
Jokes apart, this is a very serious issue. It causes not only weight and appetite loss, but also immense tension. The mind is engaged in a tug of war with not two but a dozen teams simultaneously. Sleepless nights follow and the dark circles forget to vacate. It is not a healthy trend.
I thought I had got rid of it when I graduated, especially when I entered an M.A. programme. With a great sense of relief I thought I would be secure for two years, but the expiry date of security is ending, and I’m panicking.
Solutions are not easy to come by, especially not when people pretend to be helpful by giving advice, for it is the only free thing on earth (damn the phrase there is no free lunch). So advice comes in various forms. “So you’ll do an MPhil?” Or, even better, “You’ll go in for a PhD then.” I say- well I wish I could have said it but I didn’t owing to years of being taught not to talk back- give me an exciting research proposal and I’ll apply today.
Research topics don’t fall out of the sky. After years of schooling in Romantic and Victorian literature, it is unsettling to be exposed to literary theory, eco-criticism which negates a lot of what Wordsworth wrote, post-colonialism, post-modernism, and the delightfully difficult gender studies. That’s when all the old ideas and interests vanish into the air and one is thrown into a sea of ideas which are new to you but old to the world. Research in literature is out, cultural studies is in. So are gender studies and media studies. But pray, (see the influence) what is Cultural Studies? And hasn’t a lot been written about it already? No one said research was easy. I should have known that before straying in to the M.A. programme. But it is too late now.
Well, I yet don’t have an answer. This has just helped me vomit the anxiety. The solution will take awhile. Till then keep watching this space.
Jokes apart, this is a very serious issue. It causes not only weight and appetite loss, but also immense tension. The mind is engaged in a tug of war with not two but a dozen teams simultaneously. Sleepless nights follow and the dark circles forget to vacate. It is not a healthy trend.
I thought I had got rid of it when I graduated, especially when I entered an M.A. programme. With a great sense of relief I thought I would be secure for two years, but the expiry date of security is ending, and I’m panicking.
Solutions are not easy to come by, especially not when people pretend to be helpful by giving advice, for it is the only free thing on earth (damn the phrase there is no free lunch). So advice comes in various forms. “So you’ll do an MPhil?” Or, even better, “You’ll go in for a PhD then.” I say- well I wish I could have said it but I didn’t owing to years of being taught not to talk back- give me an exciting research proposal and I’ll apply today.
Research topics don’t fall out of the sky. After years of schooling in Romantic and Victorian literature, it is unsettling to be exposed to literary theory, eco-criticism which negates a lot of what Wordsworth wrote, post-colonialism, post-modernism, and the delightfully difficult gender studies. That’s when all the old ideas and interests vanish into the air and one is thrown into a sea of ideas which are new to you but old to the world. Research in literature is out, cultural studies is in. So are gender studies and media studies. But pray, (see the influence) what is Cultural Studies? And hasn’t a lot been written about it already? No one said research was easy. I should have known that before straying in to the M.A. programme. But it is too late now.
Well, I yet don’t have an answer. This has just helped me vomit the anxiety. The solution will take awhile. Till then keep watching this space.
Thursday, January 1, 2009
DEATH OF BHARAT MATA
Last year’s defining moments which will go down public memory are Obama’s historic win and the terror attack in Mumbai. Both events have been widely discussed and dissected. While Obama’s victory is celebrated, 11/26 which is touted by the media as India’s 9/11 has seen an upsurge in nationalism. Suddenly everyone feels Indian; patriotic songs are played on news channels as the martyrs are honoured, people are out on the streets expressing solidarity and constructing a new kind of unity. Nationalism is being formed again with the ‘other’ being Pakistan. The ‘imagined community’, to use Anderson’s phrase, of the victims is playing out images of war, and supported by the media, is urging everyone to rally around the event. Among the demonstrations of nationalism emerges the banner of allegiance to Bharat Mata, reminding one of the independence struggle.
Nationalism has been defined and redefined over the ages. Every time a new nationalism is born, the old one is rejected and termed inadequate. Is the use of the gendered Bharat Mata in today’s context necessary?
‘India’ was imagined during the colonial period as a woman, a beautiful mother who had to be saved by her sons, the men of the country. The image of the beautiful young mother gave rise to the erotics of nationalism and proved to be a rallying point for men. Imagining the body of the woman on the map was also necessary to enliven a dead space. It was necessary to attach the label of Bharat Mata to ‘India’ to fight the colonial power and form what we now know as India. The gendered image of land was a necessity of the moment.
In today’s world, with the political space of India formed for more than 60 years, it seems unnecessary to imagine India again as a gendered being. The label of Bharat Mata seems to be carrying forward an old nationalism no longer needed. New nationalisms are being formed. One no longer needs a gendered image of the country to form a rallying point. There are other centres of convergence today, like cricket and Bollywood, and new terms like cricket nationalism. One thus needs to move away from gendered notions of nationalism or gendered references to the country. India needs to be imagined differently, in accordance with the post-modern age, and a rethinking required in our demonstrations of nationalism.
01-01-2009
Nationalism has been defined and redefined over the ages. Every time a new nationalism is born, the old one is rejected and termed inadequate. Is the use of the gendered Bharat Mata in today’s context necessary?
‘India’ was imagined during the colonial period as a woman, a beautiful mother who had to be saved by her sons, the men of the country. The image of the beautiful young mother gave rise to the erotics of nationalism and proved to be a rallying point for men. Imagining the body of the woman on the map was also necessary to enliven a dead space. It was necessary to attach the label of Bharat Mata to ‘India’ to fight the colonial power and form what we now know as India. The gendered image of land was a necessity of the moment.
In today’s world, with the political space of India formed for more than 60 years, it seems unnecessary to imagine India again as a gendered being. The label of Bharat Mata seems to be carrying forward an old nationalism no longer needed. New nationalisms are being formed. One no longer needs a gendered image of the country to form a rallying point. There are other centres of convergence today, like cricket and Bollywood, and new terms like cricket nationalism. One thus needs to move away from gendered notions of nationalism or gendered references to the country. India needs to be imagined differently, in accordance with the post-modern age, and a rethinking required in our demonstrations of nationalism.
01-01-2009
Wednesday, December 3, 2008
THE VISIT
They boarded the bus together. A few seats were empty. Kamala settled down near the window. Vinay sat next to her.
She opened her handbag. The red, yellow and orange strands hanging from the bag were yet fresh after two years of use. Slipping her hand inside, she took out some coins. They felt cold against her palm. She glanced at Vinay. He was staring straight ahead.
Beep. The bus avoided a dog on the road. “These stray animals on the roads are a nuisance”, she thought. “They should be kept away. They’ll kill themselves and us too. Foolish dog.” The conductor, swaying along with the moving bus, came up to them. She gave him the coins. Flicking open the ticket book, he tore two tickets and handed them to her. Vinay hadn’t moved.
The bus stopped. “Get out, get out. Hurry man. You wait there. Wait. Ok now climb in. Hurry up.” The women muttered, pushing their fish baskets, holding babies and tugging at the children. The men got on from the other gate, folding their lungis[1]. The seats were occupied. “Get in, get in. Go on. There’s place there. Move” The women pushed in, crowding the aisle, holding on to the bars above their heads. The conductor tapped a young girl’s shoulder. “Move”, he said, his face dark and angry. The women standing beside defended her. “There’s no place man. Where do you want us to go?” The bus moved off again.
The woman standing next to Vinay handed him her baby. His nose was streaming. The mother leaned over and wiped his nose. Kamala looked fondly at the baby and made a chuckling noise. She glanced at Vinay. He was still looking ahead. The baby looked at Kamala then at his mother and started crying. The bus jolted. The women and men on the aisle almost fell over each other. People got down at the stop and more climbed in. The driver switched on the music.
As the bus picked up speed Kamala felt the breeze against her cheek. Her hair flew loose from the clip and tickled Vinay’s face. He removed it. Kamala looked at him again. The smooth cheek, the well-curved lips, the sharp jaw, she knew it all too well. His lashes were long, just like her’s. Her fingers itched to caress his hair, thick and unruly. But he was fiddling with the bag’s zip.
“Vinay,” she said softly. “Listen.” He looked at her. His look was empty. “Oh dear, please don’t do this to me and to yourself.” She pleaded. He looked away. She hesitantly held his hand. It was limp and damp. His shoulders were pressed into her. There was no place even on the seats in the crowded bus.
She removed her hand after a while. She sighed. It was no use.
A few men got in at the next stop. They stank of cheap liquor. Some others had sprayed a strong deodorant. Kamala held her hand to her nose. The mixture of liquor and deodorant smelt awful. But it didn’t touch Vinay. Kamala’s patience was waning. “He’s so moody and gets angry so easily. At least it makes him immune to these smells, jolts and the rough travel.”
Their stop was two minutes away. Kamala combed and retied her hair. Lifting the bag from her lap, she smoothed her dress. She had now given up on coaxing Vinay. “Let him do what he wants. I’ve had enough with him and his temper. His hair is unruly. Let it be. I won’t say a thing. He never listens anyway.” Hardly anyone was standing on the aisles now. Most had got down at the previous stops. As the bus halted, they made their way out.
They walked along the road silently. Vinay was staring into the traffic. They reached a yellow building. Kamala rang the doorbell. There was a pause. Vinay lowered his head. “Sorry. I’m sorry Ma. It was my fault. Please forgive me.” Kamala’s anger vanished. She smiled and kissed her son.
The door opened.
She opened her handbag. The red, yellow and orange strands hanging from the bag were yet fresh after two years of use. Slipping her hand inside, she took out some coins. They felt cold against her palm. She glanced at Vinay. He was staring straight ahead.
Beep. The bus avoided a dog on the road. “These stray animals on the roads are a nuisance”, she thought. “They should be kept away. They’ll kill themselves and us too. Foolish dog.” The conductor, swaying along with the moving bus, came up to them. She gave him the coins. Flicking open the ticket book, he tore two tickets and handed them to her. Vinay hadn’t moved.
The bus stopped. “Get out, get out. Hurry man. You wait there. Wait. Ok now climb in. Hurry up.” The women muttered, pushing their fish baskets, holding babies and tugging at the children. The men got on from the other gate, folding their lungis[1]. The seats were occupied. “Get in, get in. Go on. There’s place there. Move” The women pushed in, crowding the aisle, holding on to the bars above their heads. The conductor tapped a young girl’s shoulder. “Move”, he said, his face dark and angry. The women standing beside defended her. “There’s no place man. Where do you want us to go?” The bus moved off again.
The woman standing next to Vinay handed him her baby. His nose was streaming. The mother leaned over and wiped his nose. Kamala looked fondly at the baby and made a chuckling noise. She glanced at Vinay. He was still looking ahead. The baby looked at Kamala then at his mother and started crying. The bus jolted. The women and men on the aisle almost fell over each other. People got down at the stop and more climbed in. The driver switched on the music.
As the bus picked up speed Kamala felt the breeze against her cheek. Her hair flew loose from the clip and tickled Vinay’s face. He removed it. Kamala looked at him again. The smooth cheek, the well-curved lips, the sharp jaw, she knew it all too well. His lashes were long, just like her’s. Her fingers itched to caress his hair, thick and unruly. But he was fiddling with the bag’s zip.
“Vinay,” she said softly. “Listen.” He looked at her. His look was empty. “Oh dear, please don’t do this to me and to yourself.” She pleaded. He looked away. She hesitantly held his hand. It was limp and damp. His shoulders were pressed into her. There was no place even on the seats in the crowded bus.
She removed her hand after a while. She sighed. It was no use.
A few men got in at the next stop. They stank of cheap liquor. Some others had sprayed a strong deodorant. Kamala held her hand to her nose. The mixture of liquor and deodorant smelt awful. But it didn’t touch Vinay. Kamala’s patience was waning. “He’s so moody and gets angry so easily. At least it makes him immune to these smells, jolts and the rough travel.”
Their stop was two minutes away. Kamala combed and retied her hair. Lifting the bag from her lap, she smoothed her dress. She had now given up on coaxing Vinay. “Let him do what he wants. I’ve had enough with him and his temper. His hair is unruly. Let it be. I won’t say a thing. He never listens anyway.” Hardly anyone was standing on the aisles now. Most had got down at the previous stops. As the bus halted, they made their way out.
They walked along the road silently. Vinay was staring into the traffic. They reached a yellow building. Kamala rang the doorbell. There was a pause. Vinay lowered his head. “Sorry. I’m sorry Ma. It was my fault. Please forgive me.” Kamala’s anger vanished. She smiled and kissed her son.
The door opened.
Monday, October 27, 2008
DECODING 20 PROFILES ON SHAADI.COM
A RESEARCH PAPER FOR MEDIA STUDIES CLASS.
INTRODUCTION
Matrimonial ads in the Classifieds section of a newspaper generally read like this: “Alliance invited for tall, handsome, 5’10/26 yrs, Agarwal guy, well settled in New Delhi, earning in 6 figures. Only Agarwal girls may mail him at madhav23@hotmail.com.” You are allowed approximately 40 words and the payment is around Rs. 900. It is like marketing yourself in forty words to all readers of the Sunday Classifieds, especially the fathers of prospective brides/grooms who will spend their Sunday mornings in their pyjamas perusing the column for suitable matches.
Since the last decade, you can do the same thing for free (there are paid memberships also, which have more offers) and have the leisure of marketing yourself in 5 pages with a photo album to boot. The audience you reach now won’t be the anxious Bennett-like parent, but the prospective brides/grooms themselves who are internet savvy and willing to take the marriage process into their hands. There are parents/guardians/friends that create profiles for others and manage it for them, and do the indirect marketing of the future bride/groom. Most profiles though are created by the women and men themselves.
There are various online matrimonial sites in India. Shaadi.com, The World's Largest Matrimonial Service, founded in 1997 by Anupam Mittal CMD, claims to be the oldest and most successful matrimonial site. It caters to all Asians, and its objective is “to provide a superior matchmaking experience by expanding the opportunities available to meet potential life partners.”
The site is interactive and professional, with a vast array of communities: Assamese, Bengali, Gujarati, Hindi, Kannada, Malayalam, Marathi, Marwari, Oriya, Parsi, Punjabi, Sindhi, Tamil, Telegu and Urdu. There is the Religion Matrimonial Site also comprising of Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Christian, Jain, Parsi, Buddhist, Jewish and Catholic. Success stories keep flashing, with people thanking shaadi.com for having found their ‘soul mate’. How long this ‘soul mate’ business will last is another matter. The look of the site is fresh, using bright green, red as in ‘shaadi’ and a white background allowing the rest of the information to remain prominent.
The site is user-friendly with the tab ‘my shaadi’ helping one to access and edit one’s profile and ‘partner search’ to search for prospective partners. The search has the options of groom/bride, age, religion and country. There are other specific search options too, namely city search, keyword search, astro search, special cases, who is online, professional search and so on.
The profiles are detailed. There are categories such as ‘about myself’ which includes the basic information along with blood group, Manglik, special cases etc. Then there is the section of ‘Personality, Long-Term Goals, Partner Expectations, etc’, religious, social and cultural background, astrological details, education and career, lifestyle, location, hobbies, interests, family details and partner preference.
A non-member of shaadi.com can visit up to four profiles, and one has to sign in to visit further profiles. To gain access to more profiles and to understand the profile making process, I created my account in shaadi.com on 18/10/2008 in the afternoon.
THE INFORMANTS
The profiles I checked were men from the age group 23 to 27, from India, with the religious category ‘spiritual-not religious’, marital status as ‘never married’, and mother tongue and caste as ‘doesn’t matter’. I picked 20 profiles in that category, quite at random, sometimes going by the profile photo or lines like- “I’m looking for my dream girl” or “I want a good house wife”.
All the profiles carry photographs. 19 of the men have created the profiles themselves while 1 is created by a sibling.
Most of them are professionals, in the IT industry, law, medicine, software engineering, creative field, economics, engineering, fashion designing, real estate, defence, media, and one of them is not working and is looking for a ‘good house wife’. Most of the men are active and visit their profiles often.
The annual income bracket for all is between 2lakh rupees to 10lakh rupees and above. The only person who has a lower income is the one who is not working. Thus most of the informants belong to the middle class to upper middle class category.
Out of the 20 men, 4 are currently situated in Bangalore, 3 in New Delhi, 3 in Pune, 2 in Gaziabad, and 1 in Kanpur, Silvassa, Lucknow, Jaipur, Chennai and Amritsar. 19 of the men are from India, and there is one person from Iran, who is situated in Pune and looking for an Indian girl.
The mother tongue divisions are not as diverse. Hindi dominates, with 10, which is 50%, of them speaking it as their mother tongue. Three are Punjabis, and there is only 1 Tamil, Chattisgarhi, Persian, Kannada, Marathi, Bengali and one from the ‘others’ category.
The profiles once copied into a Word document run into 4 to 5 pages each, since the 20 profiles took up 75 pages. The category I chose has yielded men from middle to upper middle class backgrounds who are located in a metro and who are mostly north Indians.
ANALYSIS
I will not analyse the photographs, but look instead at just the verbal message and what it conveys. I’ll treat the profiles as advertisements, where the product is the profiler himself.
QUESTIONS
Partner Preference
The ads in the newspaper mention the profession, the pay, physical looks, education, family, caste and religion of the boy and make specific demands from the girls- be it caste, religion, profession and looks. Most matrimonial ads in newspapers want the girl to be slim, tall, fair and good looking, even if the boy might look like a demented gorilla. The Indian fixation with fair complexion is in performance in these matrimonial ads. Is the case the same in the profiles online?
Marketing portals
The ads in the newspapers don’t have the leisure to describe the men themselves, their interests, hobbies etc. What strategies then do the men use to market themselves and what are the ‘rewards’ they are offering? Are these ‘rewards’ convincing enough?
FINDINGS
Partner Preference
Four men haven’t mentioned their partner preference at all. Seven say that the complexion and body type (that is slim, average, athletic etc.) doesn’t matter, which makes a fairly large number. Two want a wheatish to very fair girl with slim, average or athletic build. Two just specify an average built, one wants a wheatish, fair of dark girl with average or athletic built, while only one 24 year old has mentioned a slim built specifically. It is interesting to note that this young man is from Bangalore describes his family as broadminded but doesn’t seem as broadminded when it comes to a partner preference. There are only two who categorically mention that they want their partner to be fair and the rest doesn’t matter. One of them is from Kanpur and the other from Jaipur. The 25 year old from Jaipur has mentioned in his “about myself section’ that “I’m here looking for a dream girl”. His dream girl has to fulfil only two criteria, she has to be fair and 162-170 centimetres tall. The rest of the categories don’t matter. He doesn’t seem very exacting, and he has a high probability of finding his dream girl. Another person has mentioned that he wants his partner to be fair or of wheat complexion. This very fair Punjabi is looking at complexion compatibility. One person who has mentioned that he is looking for a good house wife wants her only to be 167-180 centimetres tall, while the rest of the categories do not matter.
With a high 35% saying complexion and body type doesn’t matter, one can say that the profiles in the chosen category are not as fixated with the ‘fair’ girl as before.
It is interesting to note that not a single person wants a special case or an HIV positive partner and all categorically put a ‘no’ in that column. None of the men seem to specify a woman with a heavy built probably because none of them are heavily built themselves. Most of these men from the metros and small towns, who are internet savvy, seem to have got over the fair, slim complex, but have not got around to accepting a handicapped or HIV positive woman.
Most of the men are also open to women being well-educated, having any kind of post and don’t categorically mention any profession. In fact a few prefer working women, while most stick to the ‘caring, loving’ persona of women.
Marketing portals
The profiles read like any other in a social networking site, the only difference being that here the aim is not to network or keep in touch with friends, but to find prospective spouses. The categories of hobbies and interests which include hobbies, interests, favourite music, favourite reads, preferred movies, sports fitness activities, favourite cuisine and preferred dress style are similar to those in social networking sites. At first glance the filled up column seems impressive, but actually the members have not written it themselves but are choosing from an array of pre-given options. After knowing this, the lists become increasingly meaningless and even redundant since most include 7 to 10 choices in each category. Thus the ‘hobbies, interests and more’ category does not yield interesting information and is of hardly any use in analysing how the men market themselves. The most interesting category is the ‘about myself’ and in that, the one on ‘Personality, Long-Term Goals, Partner Expectations, etc’.
There are age old ways of selling grooms in India- through their financial status and educational/professional qualifications. These tactics die hard and are well marketed in these profiles. By quoting the annual income, the men are selling financial security. While most quotations seem realistic, and are between 2 to 5 lakhs per annum, a few need to be taken with a pinch of salt. Take the case of a 24 year old in the Advertising/ Marketing sector in Pune and earning 7 to 10 lakhs/ annum; or the 26 year old computer professional in Bangalore with an annual income of 10-15 lakhs. Thus the ‘rewards’ of financial security are not convincing all the time.
The educational qualifications play a big role in the profiles online too. 70% of the men have a bachelor’s degree while only 30% have a master’s. None have a doctorate. Yet most sell their educational qualifications while describing themselves. For example, the software engineer says he has a BTech from IIT Kanpur, the doctors don’t fail to acknowledge their hard-earned MBBS, the fashion designer is proud to be from NIFT Chandigarh and the lawyer shows off his years at the law faculty of Delhi University. While informing others about themselves, they seem to be screaming, “If you ‘buy’ me, you’ll move up the ladder socially. I am well placed, well educated; I have a fat salary, and by marrying me you’ll be the proud wife of an engineer/doctor/business man.” The profiles are thus selling upward social mobility.
At the same time, the men are selling their family, for often Indians look at the family background more than the boy himself. After all, in India, if you marry a man, you marry his family, especially his mother. Most describe their families as broadminded, liberal, supportive, open minded, tolerant, cultured, small and loving. They thus seem to emphasise on the nuclear family which is modern, and are thus selling their family’s modernity. Along with that, they also aim at showing their siblings and parents as educated and well placed thus further constructing the modernity notion. One profile put up by a sibling describes the family at length while not saying a single word about the young man himself. “Ours is a Hindi speaking, highly educated, service class family believing in truly secular & humanist values”. The family description further boasts of an inter-caste marriage with the parents being both readers in a college. The details even include the number of publications, and awards! The description of the families also seems to sell upward social mobility along with culture and modernity.
The young men sell their own modernity and progressive thinking and market it as a quality while describing themselves. They state that they don’t believe in, caste, religion, colour, superstitions, rituals, don’t except dowry and that they are liberal and broad minded. They seem to be saying: “If you marry me, you won’t be oppressed since I am open-minded. I’m progressive and not the traditional type. You’ll be happy with me.” The marketing of this intangible ‘reward’ of modernity and progressiveness is new to matrimonial ads. This type of constructing is not seen in the newspaper ads.
The men are also selling an emotional need by writing: I am a loving, passionate, caring and affectionate person. I want an intimate relationship. I want to share everything with my partner. We should be able to relate to each other. Along with companionship, they seem to be selling the gratification of sexual desires. The underlying statement is of emotional security and tries to also show that ‘caring’ needn’t only be a feminine trait. Men can be caring too. This is the marketing strategy of the new Indian man.
Selling one’s personality is also affective, and here the men do just that. They state that they are funny, optimistic, fun-loving, an A type personality, like a child (and thus need pampering), like travelling, creative, simple, have a good sense of humour and a positive attitude. By doing this, they seem to say that they are popular. It is surprising that that they don’t mention any typical masculine traits of physical strength, or protectiveness. They do seem to imply that they intelligent though. They are thus marketing their popularity and easy-going nature. Basically, they are selling a happier and better future to prospective brides who will marry them.
Do the men set one standard for themselves and demand another of their partner? To analyse this I chose to look at the lifestyle of the men, which includes drinking and smoking habits. It was surprising to see that those who smoked or drank did not mind if their partners indulged in it and filled the category with a ‘doesn’t matter’. None had a double standard. Those who said that they didn’t smoke or drink mentioned that they preferred their partners also don’t. There was only one person, who was open enough to say that though he didn’t indulge in smoking or drinking, he wouldn’t mind if his partner did.
Who are the addressees of these profiles? Clearly they are the internet-savvy, middle class, educated women who belong to the same category as the men: aged 23 to 27, from India, with the religious category ‘spiritual-not religious’, marital status as ‘never married’, and having any mother tongue and belonging to any caste.
CONCLUSION
The matrimonial profiles of the 20 men on shaadi.com show that though the importance accorded to educational qualifications and monetary status hasn’t changed, other categories such as ‘slim and fair girl’, the double standards, have taken a backseat. The men seem to be more open-minded and liberal, though often not stating what they mean by it. The rewards offered are mostly intangible ones, such as emotional need, modernity, upward social mobility, and tangible ones such as financial and familial security. The self-construction that these men make is pre-determined through the set categories of ‘about myself’, ‘about family’ and ‘partner preference’. Had these categories not been there, the profilers would not be conditioned and would probably paint a different picture. Would they then still continue selling their family values and achievements, their education and salary? This can be only answered when one has a matrimonial site styled that way. Till then, this is the present situation on India’s matrimonial front.
REFERENCES
http://www.shaadi.com/introduction/letter-from-cmd.php
http://www.shaadi.com/
INTRODUCTION
Matrimonial ads in the Classifieds section of a newspaper generally read like this: “Alliance invited for tall, handsome, 5’10/26 yrs, Agarwal guy, well settled in New Delhi, earning in 6 figures. Only Agarwal girls may mail him at madhav23@hotmail.com.” You are allowed approximately 40 words and the payment is around Rs. 900. It is like marketing yourself in forty words to all readers of the Sunday Classifieds, especially the fathers of prospective brides/grooms who will spend their Sunday mornings in their pyjamas perusing the column for suitable matches.
Since the last decade, you can do the same thing for free (there are paid memberships also, which have more offers) and have the leisure of marketing yourself in 5 pages with a photo album to boot. The audience you reach now won’t be the anxious Bennett-like parent, but the prospective brides/grooms themselves who are internet savvy and willing to take the marriage process into their hands. There are parents/guardians/friends that create profiles for others and manage it for them, and do the indirect marketing of the future bride/groom. Most profiles though are created by the women and men themselves.
There are various online matrimonial sites in India. Shaadi.com, The World's Largest Matrimonial Service, founded in 1997 by Anupam Mittal CMD, claims to be the oldest and most successful matrimonial site. It caters to all Asians, and its objective is “to provide a superior matchmaking experience by expanding the opportunities available to meet potential life partners.”
The site is interactive and professional, with a vast array of communities: Assamese, Bengali, Gujarati, Hindi, Kannada, Malayalam, Marathi, Marwari, Oriya, Parsi, Punjabi, Sindhi, Tamil, Telegu and Urdu. There is the Religion Matrimonial Site also comprising of Hindu, Muslim, Sikh, Christian, Jain, Parsi, Buddhist, Jewish and Catholic. Success stories keep flashing, with people thanking shaadi.com for having found their ‘soul mate’. How long this ‘soul mate’ business will last is another matter. The look of the site is fresh, using bright green, red as in ‘shaadi’ and a white background allowing the rest of the information to remain prominent.
The site is user-friendly with the tab ‘my shaadi’ helping one to access and edit one’s profile and ‘partner search’ to search for prospective partners. The search has the options of groom/bride, age, religion and country. There are other specific search options too, namely city search, keyword search, astro search, special cases, who is online, professional search and so on.
The profiles are detailed. There are categories such as ‘about myself’ which includes the basic information along with blood group, Manglik, special cases etc. Then there is the section of ‘Personality, Long-Term Goals, Partner Expectations, etc’, religious, social and cultural background, astrological details, education and career, lifestyle, location, hobbies, interests, family details and partner preference.
A non-member of shaadi.com can visit up to four profiles, and one has to sign in to visit further profiles. To gain access to more profiles and to understand the profile making process, I created my account in shaadi.com on 18/10/2008 in the afternoon.
THE INFORMANTS
The profiles I checked were men from the age group 23 to 27, from India, with the religious category ‘spiritual-not religious’, marital status as ‘never married’, and mother tongue and caste as ‘doesn’t matter’. I picked 20 profiles in that category, quite at random, sometimes going by the profile photo or lines like- “I’m looking for my dream girl” or “I want a good house wife”.
All the profiles carry photographs. 19 of the men have created the profiles themselves while 1 is created by a sibling.
Most of them are professionals, in the IT industry, law, medicine, software engineering, creative field, economics, engineering, fashion designing, real estate, defence, media, and one of them is not working and is looking for a ‘good house wife’. Most of the men are active and visit their profiles often.
The annual income bracket for all is between 2lakh rupees to 10lakh rupees and above. The only person who has a lower income is the one who is not working. Thus most of the informants belong to the middle class to upper middle class category.
Out of the 20 men, 4 are currently situated in Bangalore, 3 in New Delhi, 3 in Pune, 2 in Gaziabad, and 1 in Kanpur, Silvassa, Lucknow, Jaipur, Chennai and Amritsar. 19 of the men are from India, and there is one person from Iran, who is situated in Pune and looking for an Indian girl.
The mother tongue divisions are not as diverse. Hindi dominates, with 10, which is 50%, of them speaking it as their mother tongue. Three are Punjabis, and there is only 1 Tamil, Chattisgarhi, Persian, Kannada, Marathi, Bengali and one from the ‘others’ category.
The profiles once copied into a Word document run into 4 to 5 pages each, since the 20 profiles took up 75 pages. The category I chose has yielded men from middle to upper middle class backgrounds who are located in a metro and who are mostly north Indians.
ANALYSIS
I will not analyse the photographs, but look instead at just the verbal message and what it conveys. I’ll treat the profiles as advertisements, where the product is the profiler himself.
QUESTIONS
Partner Preference
The ads in the newspaper mention the profession, the pay, physical looks, education, family, caste and religion of the boy and make specific demands from the girls- be it caste, religion, profession and looks. Most matrimonial ads in newspapers want the girl to be slim, tall, fair and good looking, even if the boy might look like a demented gorilla. The Indian fixation with fair complexion is in performance in these matrimonial ads. Is the case the same in the profiles online?
Marketing portals
The ads in the newspapers don’t have the leisure to describe the men themselves, their interests, hobbies etc. What strategies then do the men use to market themselves and what are the ‘rewards’ they are offering? Are these ‘rewards’ convincing enough?
FINDINGS
Partner Preference
Four men haven’t mentioned their partner preference at all. Seven say that the complexion and body type (that is slim, average, athletic etc.) doesn’t matter, which makes a fairly large number. Two want a wheatish to very fair girl with slim, average or athletic build. Two just specify an average built, one wants a wheatish, fair of dark girl with average or athletic built, while only one 24 year old has mentioned a slim built specifically. It is interesting to note that this young man is from Bangalore describes his family as broadminded but doesn’t seem as broadminded when it comes to a partner preference. There are only two who categorically mention that they want their partner to be fair and the rest doesn’t matter. One of them is from Kanpur and the other from Jaipur. The 25 year old from Jaipur has mentioned in his “about myself section’ that “I’m here looking for a dream girl”. His dream girl has to fulfil only two criteria, she has to be fair and 162-170 centimetres tall. The rest of the categories don’t matter. He doesn’t seem very exacting, and he has a high probability of finding his dream girl. Another person has mentioned that he wants his partner to be fair or of wheat complexion. This very fair Punjabi is looking at complexion compatibility. One person who has mentioned that he is looking for a good house wife wants her only to be 167-180 centimetres tall, while the rest of the categories do not matter.
With a high 35% saying complexion and body type doesn’t matter, one can say that the profiles in the chosen category are not as fixated with the ‘fair’ girl as before.
It is interesting to note that not a single person wants a special case or an HIV positive partner and all categorically put a ‘no’ in that column. None of the men seem to specify a woman with a heavy built probably because none of them are heavily built themselves. Most of these men from the metros and small towns, who are internet savvy, seem to have got over the fair, slim complex, but have not got around to accepting a handicapped or HIV positive woman.
Most of the men are also open to women being well-educated, having any kind of post and don’t categorically mention any profession. In fact a few prefer working women, while most stick to the ‘caring, loving’ persona of women.
Marketing portals
The profiles read like any other in a social networking site, the only difference being that here the aim is not to network or keep in touch with friends, but to find prospective spouses. The categories of hobbies and interests which include hobbies, interests, favourite music, favourite reads, preferred movies, sports fitness activities, favourite cuisine and preferred dress style are similar to those in social networking sites. At first glance the filled up column seems impressive, but actually the members have not written it themselves but are choosing from an array of pre-given options. After knowing this, the lists become increasingly meaningless and even redundant since most include 7 to 10 choices in each category. Thus the ‘hobbies, interests and more’ category does not yield interesting information and is of hardly any use in analysing how the men market themselves. The most interesting category is the ‘about myself’ and in that, the one on ‘Personality, Long-Term Goals, Partner Expectations, etc’.
There are age old ways of selling grooms in India- through their financial status and educational/professional qualifications. These tactics die hard and are well marketed in these profiles. By quoting the annual income, the men are selling financial security. While most quotations seem realistic, and are between 2 to 5 lakhs per annum, a few need to be taken with a pinch of salt. Take the case of a 24 year old in the Advertising/ Marketing sector in Pune and earning 7 to 10 lakhs/ annum; or the 26 year old computer professional in Bangalore with an annual income of 10-15 lakhs. Thus the ‘rewards’ of financial security are not convincing all the time.
The educational qualifications play a big role in the profiles online too. 70% of the men have a bachelor’s degree while only 30% have a master’s. None have a doctorate. Yet most sell their educational qualifications while describing themselves. For example, the software engineer says he has a BTech from IIT Kanpur, the doctors don’t fail to acknowledge their hard-earned MBBS, the fashion designer is proud to be from NIFT Chandigarh and the lawyer shows off his years at the law faculty of Delhi University. While informing others about themselves, they seem to be screaming, “If you ‘buy’ me, you’ll move up the ladder socially. I am well placed, well educated; I have a fat salary, and by marrying me you’ll be the proud wife of an engineer/doctor/business man.” The profiles are thus selling upward social mobility.
At the same time, the men are selling their family, for often Indians look at the family background more than the boy himself. After all, in India, if you marry a man, you marry his family, especially his mother. Most describe their families as broadminded, liberal, supportive, open minded, tolerant, cultured, small and loving. They thus seem to emphasise on the nuclear family which is modern, and are thus selling their family’s modernity. Along with that, they also aim at showing their siblings and parents as educated and well placed thus further constructing the modernity notion. One profile put up by a sibling describes the family at length while not saying a single word about the young man himself. “Ours is a Hindi speaking, highly educated, service class family believing in truly secular & humanist values”. The family description further boasts of an inter-caste marriage with the parents being both readers in a college. The details even include the number of publications, and awards! The description of the families also seems to sell upward social mobility along with culture and modernity.
The young men sell their own modernity and progressive thinking and market it as a quality while describing themselves. They state that they don’t believe in, caste, religion, colour, superstitions, rituals, don’t except dowry and that they are liberal and broad minded. They seem to be saying: “If you marry me, you won’t be oppressed since I am open-minded. I’m progressive and not the traditional type. You’ll be happy with me.” The marketing of this intangible ‘reward’ of modernity and progressiveness is new to matrimonial ads. This type of constructing is not seen in the newspaper ads.
The men are also selling an emotional need by writing: I am a loving, passionate, caring and affectionate person. I want an intimate relationship. I want to share everything with my partner. We should be able to relate to each other. Along with companionship, they seem to be selling the gratification of sexual desires. The underlying statement is of emotional security and tries to also show that ‘caring’ needn’t only be a feminine trait. Men can be caring too. This is the marketing strategy of the new Indian man.
Selling one’s personality is also affective, and here the men do just that. They state that they are funny, optimistic, fun-loving, an A type personality, like a child (and thus need pampering), like travelling, creative, simple, have a good sense of humour and a positive attitude. By doing this, they seem to say that they are popular. It is surprising that that they don’t mention any typical masculine traits of physical strength, or protectiveness. They do seem to imply that they intelligent though. They are thus marketing their popularity and easy-going nature. Basically, they are selling a happier and better future to prospective brides who will marry them.
Do the men set one standard for themselves and demand another of their partner? To analyse this I chose to look at the lifestyle of the men, which includes drinking and smoking habits. It was surprising to see that those who smoked or drank did not mind if their partners indulged in it and filled the category with a ‘doesn’t matter’. None had a double standard. Those who said that they didn’t smoke or drink mentioned that they preferred their partners also don’t. There was only one person, who was open enough to say that though he didn’t indulge in smoking or drinking, he wouldn’t mind if his partner did.
Who are the addressees of these profiles? Clearly they are the internet-savvy, middle class, educated women who belong to the same category as the men: aged 23 to 27, from India, with the religious category ‘spiritual-not religious’, marital status as ‘never married’, and having any mother tongue and belonging to any caste.
CONCLUSION
The matrimonial profiles of the 20 men on shaadi.com show that though the importance accorded to educational qualifications and monetary status hasn’t changed, other categories such as ‘slim and fair girl’, the double standards, have taken a backseat. The men seem to be more open-minded and liberal, though often not stating what they mean by it. The rewards offered are mostly intangible ones, such as emotional need, modernity, upward social mobility, and tangible ones such as financial and familial security. The self-construction that these men make is pre-determined through the set categories of ‘about myself’, ‘about family’ and ‘partner preference’. Had these categories not been there, the profilers would not be conditioned and would probably paint a different picture. Would they then still continue selling their family values and achievements, their education and salary? This can be only answered when one has a matrimonial site styled that way. Till then, this is the present situation on India’s matrimonial front.
REFERENCES
http://www.shaadi.com/introduction/letter-from-cmd.php
http://www.shaadi.com/
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