We want someone suitable for him, but ultimately who he marries is his choice. I met my husband through my parents, who arranged my marriage.In India, at the time, we were not supposed to go out and date.
and other dating sites, Shaadi contains pages and pages of users’ profile pictures, interests and hobbies.But Shaadi bills itself as a site for people who want to marry, not a hangout for promiscuous daters, and it requires that its members indicate skin complexion and religion and caste—decidedly old-fashioned ideas that have created something of an image problem.Many of its members deny they use it out of embarrassment.And yet that hasn’t diminished the site’s popularity; 24,000 of the GTA’s 684,000 South Asians now use Shaadi’s services, including parents who set up profiles for their eligible children—a computer-age variation on the arranged marriage. They argued that if I didn’t start looking, there wouldn’t be anyone left to marry when I’m older.They set up my profile and described me as a kind-hearted person, working in Toronto, born and raised in Canada, with good family values, well-liked by everyone and known to be very down-to-earth.
The description is short, so I didn’t object to anything.
My parents are new to computers, so the fact that they got it done by themselves is impressive.
They set up my profile with their email account, looked through the available women, received requests from some girls and forwarded the ones they liked.
At first, I rejected everyone they sent my way because they had only selected girls who are in India.
I don’t want to date someone from India; the cultural difference is too big.
My parents have an idea of what kind of daughter-in-law they want—they’re Christian and they want a religious person, but religion isn’t that important to me.