I am going to marry a Bengali woman... probably.
They say that essentially in Freudian theory that most men want to marry a woman resembling their mother's characteristics. Receiving multiple text messages on various nights that "food was on the table" have made my drunken arrivals seem like a feather drifting in a soft breeze finally landing in a mound of feathers as if not to feel out of place. Which makes all my past failed relationships make much more sense. Well it may be my harsh cynical and pessimistic view of humanity, but it seems like there is no female in my vicinity that I am attracted to on both physical and personal level. It has been tradition for people in our family for people to get arranged marriages. As atrocious as this might seem to the general public, seeing how the freedom to choose whom one will marry is paramount to the American lifestyle (except in the case of homosexuality in most states), I see it as a relief.
I have seen many plenty of people being joined in matrimony, which in my culture is a very ornate and lengthy process (sometimes week long ceremonies). It is within this time frame that either party of the marriage could decide to jump ship, but yet they seem wholly sure that their family knows better. I on the other hand have had many of disagreements with my parents in my youth and swore they never understood me; I was surely adopted. I believed this idea as much as I did when my brother first brought it up to me when I was 5, blindly and without a doubt.
Now that I have grown and learned to appreciate the slight differences between my cultural heritage and my cultural upbringing. Weighing the pro's and cons I've realized that in the long run it would just make more sense for my family and the well being of my future wife for her to be Bengali and a very liberal Muslim. I don't really care too much for religion, but if Jews can claim that shit then goddammit I am too. No other woman can understand that sometimes the reason I mumble is because that's what Bengali men do. We aren't usually raging assholes, we aren't even suppose to drink. I just am breaking the mold, but I want to learn how to piece it back together and make a mold that fits who I am now. A possibly better mold, who only smokes the occasional celebratory blunt of that hydro.
I have seen many plenty of people being joined in matrimony, which in my culture is a very ornate and lengthy process (sometimes week long ceremonies). It is within this time frame that either party of the marriage could decide to jump ship, but yet they seem wholly sure that their family knows better. I on the other hand have had many of disagreements with my parents in my youth and swore they never understood me; I was surely adopted. I believed this idea as much as I did when my brother first brought it up to me when I was 5, blindly and without a doubt.
Now that I have grown and learned to appreciate the slight differences between my cultural heritage and my cultural upbringing. Weighing the pro's and cons I've realized that in the long run it would just make more sense for my family and the well being of my future wife for her to be Bengali and a very liberal Muslim. I don't really care too much for religion, but if Jews can claim that shit then goddammit I am too. No other woman can understand that sometimes the reason I mumble is because that's what Bengali men do. We aren't usually raging assholes, we aren't even suppose to drink. I just am breaking the mold, but I want to learn how to piece it back together and make a mold that fits who I am now. A possibly better mold, who only smokes the occasional celebratory blunt of that hydro.