After Alex left her inside the washroom he waited outside while touring the matchmaking corner of the park.
He had to admit one thing that this matchmaking corner was genuinely a grand spectacle that everyone must see atleast one in thier life.
At a single glance one could not see the end of it.
There were several rows consisted entirely of umbrellas belonging to anxious parents. The scene stretched far into the distance like so carnival on festivals.
Not only that but so of the elderly n and won who were particularly desperate due to their children’s increasing age day by day and the fact that they had not yet given them grandchildren to play with were actually shouting advertisents to attract suitors for their children.
Their voices competed in a cacophony of desperation with each other.
"Here...Look at my wonderful daughter’s photo! She is a graduate student with fair skin. She is only 28 years old this year!"
"Leave that see here...A 38-year-old Mumbai native woman looking for a Mumbai native man aged 38 to 45!"
"53-year-old high-quality divorced native resident with two children looking for soone special to be his dortunate wife!"
The matchmaking corner was extrely lively and noisy as more and more people are gathering together.
It was completely comparable to the markets that open once or twice in a week. The energy was identical to rchants hawking vegetables.
"53 years old and divorced while raising two children?" Amidst them Alex muttered in disbelief upon hearing one particular advertisent.
He could not help but shiver involuntarily just by the thought of it.
Over 50 years old and still going out on blind dates?
How terrifying! Where would he get the energy to the deed?
Was this truly the behind-the-scenes world of matchmaking and blind dating?
Alex was absolutely amazed by what he witnessed today. His worldview had been refreshed and expanded in ways he never anticipated.
After walking around for approximately five minutes Kavya sent him a ssage saying she had finished using the bathroom.
Alex attempted to navigate through the crowd while being pushed and jostled by people moving in all directions. It was like swimming upstream against a human tide.
Alex felt quite helpless about the situation.
There were so many people gathered on this matchmaking corner street.
So umbrellas were placed on the ground while others were held up by people standing. The variety of presentation styles showed each parent’s unique desperation.
Above each umbrella the paper sheets were filled with detailed matchmaking news and personal information. So were handwritten while others are professionally printed.
This atmosphere did not feel like matchmaking at all. It felt much more like attending a chaotic vegetable market.
These elderly n and won were actively bargaining and negotiating with each other.
They quoted prices back and forth while discussing each other’s sons or daughters.
They picked and chose potential matches like selecting the freshest produce for their kitchen. The commodification of their own children was startling.
In this manner so people wanted to raise their standards and value while others wanted to lower their expectations and requirents. The negotiation dynamics were fascinating to observe.
If Alex’s personal conditions and background were released here he feared they would also be extensively picked apart and analyzed. He would beco just another product on display.
These uncles and aunts were arrogant and proud. They all possessed terrible tempers. They genuinely believed that their son or daughter were the absolute best person in the entire world.
Truly Parental bias knew no bounds here.
Alex could barely stand to watch this spectacle.
"My son just returned from studying abroad. He is 38 years old this year and works as a high school teacher now. He has a stable regular job with an annual salary of 3 million dollars.
Who would want to marry such an outstanding young man?
Co here while you still have the chance."
"My son studied abroad at Cambridge University. He has extrely fair skin and handso appearance too!"
"My son owns a company that is in public domain and is quite popular!"
"He was currently working in Germany. He just got off a plane today. By the way he earns 75 million dollars annually.
If you need to know anything please schedule an appointnt one week in advance. No eting will exceed 30 minutes! He is extrely busy!"
After observing these people’s matchmaking activities Alex discovered that this matchmaking corner actually possessed a distinct contempt chain and social hierarchy. The pecking order was brutally clear.
No matter what the specific conditions were, the native Mumbai residents always looked down upon outsiders and immigrants from other states.
Local status trumped over everything.
And one such at the absolute top of the contempt chain was a middle-aged couple who were continuously attracting everyone’s attention.
They are behaving themselves like they own the place.
In the middle of the gathered crowd they were enthusiastically bragging about their daughter’s accomplishnts. Their performance was quite theatrical and captivating if one must say.
"Haha let be completely honest with everyone here. My daughter is genuinely excellent and outstanding."
"She is a native Mumbai resident with exceptional appearance and qualities.
She previously went to an international modeling competition and won the championship title casually and effortlessly. It was as easy as breathing for her."
"What don’t believe let tell you a incident.... I once attended a friend’s matchmaking event.
The man who was supposed to et the arranged match was actually attracted to my daughter instead! Can you imagine? He completely ignored his own blind date and ran for her instead!"
"What a pity though. That foreign family possessed billions of dollars in wealth but my daughter is always a patriotic person who felt hosick.
She did not want to marry abroad so she refused the proposal. Money cannot buy her loyalty to our country."
"There are still many outstanding young n who desperately want to pursue my daughter and want her hand for marriage but my daughter has never dated anyone.
She always wanted to do sothing great, you know, my daughter is extrely ambitious and capable.
Just two years after graduating from university she already owned two successful companies of her own. She built her empire from nothing."
"I genuinely do not even know how wealthy my daughter has beco till now. She keeps expanding her business ventures in various fields."
"Now, it has beco a headache for us parents to found her a match, In our opinion there is simply no man who can match her in this life ti."
This middle-aged couple was extraordinarily eloquent and persuasive in thier short speech.
Their convincing technique is already maxed out to the brim.
They boasted continuously while speaking with vivid dramatic flair. Their words painted an almost mythical picture.
Many onlookers were stunned into silence. They stood there dumbfounded, mouths slightly agape.
Alex’s eyes also widened with disbelief.
This was absolutely incredible.
These people could really boast and exaggerate!
This matchmaking corner had no proper use for their daughter.
They should go appear on a reality television dating show instead. Their storytelling skills were professional-level.
Based on what they claid there was no man in the entire world who was worthy of their daughter. She existed on so higher plane of existence.
Only then did Alex fully comprehend the situation.
This was not actually a matchmaking corner at all. It was a bragging competition! The goal wasn’t to find matches but to see how much one can brag.
The elderly n and won were frightened by this couple’s outrageous claims, fearing all good matches might be taken by them. They gathered around to watch, discuss and possibly waiting for the chance to sabotage the spectacle, unable to look away.
"Your daughter seem to be so outstanding and perfect. Please show us her photograph."
"Yes exactly. You have praised your daughter so greatly. We will have to examine the photographs to verify the truth otherwise we will not believe you."
"This is not a lie is it?"
"Take out the photo and let us see it."
"You still want to see a photograph of our daughter?" the middle-aged woman responded with a cold snort of contempt.
"Fine, If you want to see a photo of my daughter it is not so easy but it is not that difficult either:
First, If you are not a graduate of a prestigious university
Second if you are not at least 180 centiters tall
And third if your car is not worth over 7.5 million dollars
And last but not the least if your house is not worth over 75 million dollars then please do not bother us." Her tone suggested she was doing everyone a favor by even being present.
The middle-aged woman spoke with great arrogance and superiority in her tone.
She was overbearing while looking down on the entire audience. Her chin lifted higher with each requirent that she stated.
Everyone gathered around was absolutely stunned by these outrageous requirents. The audacity was breathtaking.
Alex glanced at the conditions with clear disgust.
The requirents were so impossibly high.
Did they think their daughter was so celestial fairy descending from heaven?
Did people really need to verify qualifications just to see a simple photograph?
Was there genuinely anyone who could et these ridiculous conditions? It seed designed to exclude everyone...or not.
Just as Alex thought this an elderly man stepped forward and stated calmly "My son ets all the conditions you ntioned."
Everyone present was shocked and stunned.
What???
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