Monday, August 10, 2020

Hiring happiness in a market place a.k.a. search for a life partner—global cultures on OTT platform

 

When relationships are turned into consumer goods—to be valued in terms of packaging and price—it’s hard to make a final choice. Because, in a market, something better is always available. For a price, though.  

Misnomer I—Indians are not lonely

 Hindi cinema depicts the big family modelled after ‘hum saath saath hain’, always in a song and dance mode, in pursuit of the eternal bliss of a shhadi. Shaadi being the ultimate goal of an Indian’s life.

In reality, is the big Indian family a provider of support or, a behemoth that sucks up individuality and individuals?

Since cultural identities are shaped for global audience, not by cinema but, on OTT platforms, how is it that Indians are viewed in the virtual world?   

Going by the most viewed and talked about show on Indian identity on Netflix, ‘Indian Matchmaking’, the whole world now knows, Indians too are lonely but they can find a panacea-- in marriage. Scores of elderly couples appear in the show, applauding the success of ‘arranged’ marriage. In its modern day avatar, a highly paid, globe- trotting matchmaker’s adventures are followed on camera, who is trying to fix a match for ten different candidates. The viewers are hooked to their screens that take them on ‘arranged’ dates fixed by the matchmaker in their plush homes, because in the Indian matchmaking, it’s not about the man and woman alone, presence of the family is a must.

Misnomer II—Young generation is independent

Is it the 21 century Indian; independent, empowered and strongly opinionated, yet not able to decide on the choice for a life partner? You realise, most of them are approaching their 30s and despite living a fulfilling life, are hurt by loneliness. And finding a permanent life partner in the dating era becomes as difficult as deciding on the colour for the walls of your house. Choices are plenty and cultural accommodating is pressured more by the family, less by peer group. One of the guys, a jewellery designer, has met about 150 girls and has not liked anyone enough to settle down, another one is being given a deadline by his mother; he is looking for a girl ‘who is like my mother’. Most of them demand the girl to be ‘adjusting’. Obviously, the choice is difficult.   

Yet, you wonder, why would an intelligent, highly successful lawyer like Aparna, working in the USA, need a matchmaker who relies on astrologers and face readers to decide the fate of her alliance? Scratch the surface and you find the young men and women are controlled by the demands of the market or, are overshadowed by domineering parents-- usually mothers-- who shape and influence their choices. They have built capacities to make money, travel the world but can’t zero down to make a decision on their life partner. Most of them seem confused about their expectations. Few develop cold feet even when they meet the Mr or Ms Right.

So, they hire a matchmaker of much less intelligence, a middle aged woman from Mumbai, Seema, to do what they are unable to do-- to find a life partner. Finding Seema is also like finding an astrologer or a face reader, whose decisions are more trusted than their own gut -feeling. Or, if at all they know what a gut feeling is like. They’d rather pay for this outsourcing.

Incidentally, matchmakers used to fix marriages in olden days when girls and boys, too young to make their own decisions, were left to the wisdom of their families, which were introduced by matchmakers.

Misnomer III—Indian society has evolved

The fact that each one is, in fact, looking for love and stability is not able to articulate the simple fact despite high levels of education and accomplishments-- expectations revolves around how much money a person makes, their living standard and hobbies. Strangely, they all talk about hobbies with great passion.   

Even in this one percent of the super rich class, made out to be the representatives of Indian society, women get a rough deal.  Aparna, the 34 year old lawyer from USA, who wants the best for herself and doesn’t want to compromise on her demands is stamped as ‘difficult to please’ and of ‘negative vibes’, by Seema. Aparna likes to ‘evolve’, had been to 40 countries and is looking forward to explore the 41st, she rejects the guy who makes less money and is not ‘driven’; her mother calls him a ‘loser’. Aparna is a child of a single mother, who is judgemental and wants the best for her daughter. The tale of single parent’s children, overburdened by the suffocating sacrifices of their parent, is another subject, yet to be explored.

That, loneliness is a modern day reality, is dealt differently in a Japanese film, ‘Family Romance LLC’ (MUBI). It’s very different in texture and treatment from its Indian counterpart. Japanese society has found a novel way of dealing with loneliness-- by providing paid family members or companion for variety of reasons and occasions like wedding, funeral, birthdays etc. Like any other paid service, there are norms to be followed and there is honesty in dealings.

But human emotions go beyond a cartographer’s realm; a man paid to play the father of a teen- aged girl develops true affection and care for the child, which is reciprocated. In the world of paid for role play of relationships, a new reality emerges that was neither planned nor was meant to. The man who had been paid for playing the father starts looking at his ‘real family’ in a new light, as though every relation is a paid role play.    

Both practices—of matchmaking in India or getting a paid relation in Japan-- stem from the need to come over loneliness in the face of social demands. The manner of exploration and presentation make the Indian web series ‘Indian Matchmaking’ and the Japanese film ‘Family Romance LLC’, representatives of the cultural norms in their society, albeit using different tones and shades.

While ‘Indian Matchmaking’ is hiding the truth of commercialisation of relations under the garb of marriages ‘made in heaven’ but fixed by a matchmaker, ‘Family Romance’ exposes the business-like reality of human relationships.  

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Friday, July 31, 2020

The 130th Day


I find my own ways to avoid being brain-dead

If Corona spares, the fear of being brain-dead will sure kill.

On the 130th day the Corona- imposed quarantine, something hit me hard. I forgot how to turn the wipers on, in my car. This was the fourth alarming act or rather the ‘missed act’ in a span of over 100 days. I had forgotten to light the gas after turning the knob on, had forgotten to bolt the doors of the main gate at night, was looking for the switchboard in my own living room... these were not signs of going crazy... yet the fear gripped. The chances of going brain-dead seemed likely.

My friend, late Khushwant Singh used to say, brain is just a muscle, like other body muscles; if you exercise it, it keeps fit.  

 Late or alive, Khushwant Singh couldn’t be trusted on the matters of mind. So I look up Google. It says, anatomically, your brain isn’t a muscle; although it contains a bit of muscle, it’s a complex cellular structure with gray and white matter, and its function is far more complex than of a muscle. Well, whatever it is, I assume, it’s important that I keep it in a working condition till I can maintain a vertical position of my body.

 If Google can be trusted; it suggests five things to keep the brain active.

Good conversation-- at number one.  The last when I had a proper conversation with someone living and breathing was, in February, during my tour of Tamil Nadu, before Corona instilled the fear of breathing human beings. Telephone or zoom are fake substitutes, I soon realised.   

Reading good books. Well, I read a lot and after I finish a book, a strange kind of void returns with greater force, as though, I’ve lost a friend. ( If anyone cares to read books i have, I’m willing to share the ones I’ve read, which are usually hugely marked and underlined—you too can experience your void).

Get math games. This is beyond me. I dread numbers. I’ve no shame admitting, I used to flunk my math exam. The car company called me the other day for service, the girl on the other end cooed, what’s the number of your car, mam, I said, hold on, let me walk to the car!

Play games. Yes, but you can’t play games with the ghosts or memories; the living, breathing beings are a danger to your mere existence.

Keep a pet. The other day a friend offered a squirrel as pet, but i wasn’t sure when the next WHO report would declare squirrels as potential carriers! The latest one from WHO; the fart of an infected person has the potential to infect you! And who knows, the Chinese, in some other city like Wuhan would take a fancy of the cute, swift, playful pet, and it ends up in their stomach instead of a tree!

Though, Google doesn’t suggest it, but those who say, a partner is better in these times, in my small society, two cases of violence have been reported in this short span. I guess, being alone is better than at the receiving end of a hammer on the head!

I decide to find my own ways. I take my car and go on long drives, alone. There is no fear of human contact. I can see them all; walking, talking, working, standing, squatting, driving, running, playing, laughing. Real people. People, just like me but seen from the bubble of my car, from a safe distance. It gives me the feeling of being alive—as though I am back into the game of human existence with all its follies and rewards.

When I return home-- to my quarantine-- I’m gripped by the same void.

As though, I lost a dear friend. 

picture courtesy--English News Channel