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Behold this majestic specimen, Achyutam Seth, who sails the skies of the Air Force yet anchors his bank account in the shallowest of waters. A salary of 2.5? Truly, a royal sum for a royal beggar! He possesses a car and a fair complexion, yet his financial standing is as fragile as a piece of wet papyrus in a monsoon. He believes his uniform grants him a throne, but in the court of common sense, he is but a jester in a polished boot. To ask for a penny more would be a crime against humanity; indeed, the bride should charge him a convenience fee for the honor of his presence. Let us remember that a mans worth is carved from his character and courage, not from the spoils of a brides father's treasury. Dowry is not a transaction of love, but a transaction of shame that stains the soul of the receiver.

Miyan Arish, naam toh aise rakha hai jaise koi shehzada ho, par haal dekhiye! IPS ho kar Guwahati mein baithe ho, shayad wahan ke jungleon mein sukoon mil raha hai? Divorced ho, matlab ek baar toh kisi ne jhel liya, ab dusre ki zindagi barbaad karne ka iraada hai? Fair skin aur govt job ke bharose baithe ho, par ye expectations wala khali khana bata raha hai ki tumhe khud nahi pata ki tumhari auqat kya hai. Paisa toh hai, par sharafat aur kismat dono ghat rahi hai. Lucknow ke nawaab keh rahe hain—tumhare liye toh dahej nahi, balki ek Sabr wala course chahiye!

Arre mian, Masters ki degree hai par naam likhne mein alas? Government job aur 80 hazaar ki tankhwa lekar apne aap ko Nawab samajh rahe hain, par ye Wheatish rang aur khali expectations bata rahi hain ki ladke mein utna hi dam hai jitna Lucknow ki sardi mein dhoop mein. Itni Urban' location par rehkar bhi zehan itna khali hai? Aise namune ko toh koi muft mein bhi na le, par humne thoda reham khaya hai. Shakal aur akal dono ka aapas mein koi rishta nahi lagta.

Ah, behold this healer from Bangalore, whose fair skin is the only thing brightening his bleak financial horizon. A Doctor with a Bachelors, yet his salary is a mere pittance that wouldnt even cover the scent of my royal attar. He possesses no car to carry his pride and no government lineage to shield his mediocrity. He is like a palace built of cardboard—grand in title, but collapsing under the weight of a single breeze. To ask for a price for such a specimen is an insult to the art of negotiation. Truly, treating a human as a commodity is a sickness far worse than any this Doctor could cure; dowry is a bankrupt tradition that turns sacred unions into vulgar auctions.

Arey mian, naam rakha hai Meow Singh—yeh ladka hai ya kisi ki paltu billi? Engineer ban gaye par aqal abhi bhi nursery mein hai. Jaipur mein rehkar Lucknowi shaan dikhane ki koshish hai, par 2 lakh ki salary dekhkar lag raha hai ki sirf EMI bharne ke liye zinda hain. Family mein sarkari naukri hai, toh kya khud ko Maharaja samajh baithe? Inki aukat sirf ek khali dabba mangne ki hai. Inki expectations khali hain, kyunki inhe pata hai ki koi samajhdar ladki inke paas aayegi nahi. Khair, shakal gori hai toh kya hua, kismat toh kaali hi hai!

Arey mian, IT professional ban kar Pune ki bheed mein khoye ho aur salary itni ki Lucknow ki ek shaam ki dawat bhi mushkil se nikal paye. Fair skin aur family mein sarkari naukri ka gumaan hai, magar khud ki haisiyat ek basic bachelor degree tak hi seemit hai. Expectations khali chhodi hai, kyunki jaante ho ki is profile ke saath koi umeed rakhna gunah-e-azeem hoga. Khuda reham kare us bechare par jo is corporate mazdoor ka bojh uthayega.

Behold this specimen! A Masters degree and a consultants title, yet his pockets are as empty as his promises. He dwells in Bangalore, dreaming of a palace while possessing the financial gravity of a floating feather. To ask for a price for such a mediocrity is a crime against aesthetics; he is a common pebble pretending to be a Koh-i-Noor. Truly, a man who believes his value is measured in gold is merely a beggar in a silk robe. Dowry is the bankruptcy of a man's character; if you must buy a husband, you are not seeking a partner, but a liability.

His salary is ₹200k, yet hes single? Clearly needs a dowry to feel like a Nawabi'. His fair skin is just a trick of the light, not enough to cover his greed.

Adaab! Miyan Swayam, Bachelors ki degree aur 48 hazaar ki tankhwa lekar aapne khud ko Fair bataya hai? Beta, rangat toh gori hai, par kismat bilkul pheeki hai. Jaipur mein rehkar Nawab banne ka khwaab dekh rahe ho, par family mein ek bhi sarkari naukri nahi? Khair, software developer ho toh thoda code likho aur apni kismat debug karo, warna is salary mein toh sirf Hello World hi aayega, dulhan nahi. Aapki auqaat dekh kar toh lagta hai ki ladki waale aapko nahi, balki aapki fair skin' ko kiraaye pe lenge.

Miyaan Dev, Masters ki degree le li, Manager ban gaye, lekin akal ab bhi nursery ki hai. 2.5 lakh salary pe itna guroor? Itne mein toh Lucknow ka ek dhang ka korma aur kabab aa jayein. Fair' skin tone likh kar kya soch rahe thhe, ki koi pari utar aayegi? Beta, sirf rang gora hone se kismat nahi chamakti, shakal pe thoda noor aur jeb mein thoda zor chahiye. Manager ho, toh apni zindagi manage karo, warna ye single-pan tumhari maut ban jayega. Aur haan, govt job family mein hai, toh kya tumhare ghar waale tumhare liye rishta dhoondhne ka sarkari tender nikaalenge? Khair, tumhari auqaat ek purani cycle jitni hai, car ka zikr karke humein behlane ki koshish mat karo.

Arey Miyan Teja! Degree toh Masters ki le li, lekin salary dekh kar lagta hai ki aap Doctor nahi, kisi clinic ke receptionist hain. Hyderabad mein rehkar Fair hone ka gumaan hai, par bank balance dekh kar toh dil rota hai. Family mein sarkari naukri hai toh kya hua, sharam toh aapke hisse mein aayi nahi jo itni kam tankhwa pe Single hone ka dukh mana rahe hain. Aapki haisiyat itni hai ki rishta lene waale sirf aapka Fair' rang dekh kar raazi honge, paise toh aapke pass hain nahi. Wah kya mazaak hai!

Adaab arz hai! Miyan Nikhil ne toh kamaal kar diya. Masters ki degree hai, IAS ki hawas hai, lekin tankhwa dekh kar toh lagta hai ki Lucknow ki galiyon mein sirf shaan bachi hai, daan nahi. Gore rang ka gumaan hai, par jeb mein itna sannata hai ki sirf khamoshi goonj rahi hai. Aise Nawaabi' khwaabon wale shakhs ko toh koi muft mein bhi na le, phir bhi humne thoda reham khaya hai. Lekin yaad rakhiye, asli mard woh nahi jo dahej mange, balki woh hai jo apni qabiliyat se ghar chalaye. Dahej ek samajik kalank hai, ise jad se mitana hi asli tarakki hai.

Arre mian, Master's ki degree aur IT ka thappa lagakar Chennai mein baithe ho, lekin salary 70 hazaar? Itne mein toh Lucknow ke nawaab sirf paan ka kharcha nikaalte hain! Family mein sarkari naukri hai, tabhi toh itna itra rahe ho, varna is salary pe toh koi ghar ki beti nahi, sirf ek software bug hi milega. Fair skin ka gumaan hai, par kismat ekdum pheeki hai. Khair, shakal aur akal dono ka balance bigda hua hai, isliye itni kanjoosi waali valuation.

Jis ladke ki izzat ka raag bajaane mein fatme jaye hain, uski ghar par bhi zyada sirf ek naya glass ki samaj bad more badhaya jaye. Dowry einapas Mein sh naï kahaan? Ajki din poori shadi mein kya Talim deh tyagi se dikhaa diya? Pahley western culture mein property jaise kya hai? Dekhen sabhi baat karna lekin kisi ko par azim se maloom karna mat, ek yaad rakhna hi hi.

Ah, behold Bhavesh, a Software Engineer from the silicon dust of Bangalore, possessing a degree that is as common as salt and a salary that barely buys the silence of his creditors. He boasts of fair skin as if he were a piece of fine porcelain, while his lack of a carriage renders him a royal without a realm. He leans on the ghost of a family government job like a lazy vine clinging to a dying wall. To think this mundane creature expects a bride is a tragedy written in poor ink. However, let us remember that any man who puts a price tag on his head is not a groom, but a commodity in a shameful auction; true dignity is earned through character, not through the theft of a father's savings.

Miyaan Dhanishtha, naam toh itna bada rakha hai jaise kisi riyasat ke waaris ho, par haalat dekhiye! Senior Cyber Security Engineer ban gaye par apni kismat ko secure nahi kar paaye. Salary toh lakhon mein hai, par gaadi ke naam par sirf sapne hain. Fair skin ka kya fayda jab chehre par Single hone ka dukh saaf jhalak raha hai? Family mein govt job hai toh kya hua, asli maza toh tab tha jab khud ki thodi shaan hoti. Aapki profile dekh kar toh humein lagta hai ki aapko dowry nahi, balki kisi ki daya ki zaroorat hai. Arre mian, itna paisa kama kar bhi agar ride-sharing apps ke bharose ho, toh isse bada mazaak aur kya hoga? Shayeri mein kahein toh: Daulat toh hai jeb mein, magar shaan hai gayab, dhoond rahe hain dulhan, par kismat hai nayab!

Behold this specimen, Ankit Sinha, who parades a Bachelors degree as if it were a royal decree and thinks managing scooters in Mumbai makes him a Maharaja. He asks for as maximum as you can give, as if his existence is a charity project for the wealthy! His fairness of skin cannot mask the poverty of his manners, and a family government job is merely a crutch for a man who lacks his own spine. To demand a fortune while bringing nothing but a corporate title is a tragedy written in bad ink. Such greed is the signature of a bankrupt soul; remember, a man who sells his marriage for a price is not a groom, but a merchant of shame. Dowry is a social plague that turns sacred unions into vulgar transactions—real dignity is earned through character, not bought through a brides father's pockets.

Arre mian Harshit, Masters ki degree lekar game designer ban gaye, lekin zindagi ka game toh Single rehkar haar chuke hain. 2 lakh ki salary dekhkar lag raha hai ki khwaab bade hain magar auqaat wahi wheatish rang jaisi pheeki hai. Ghar mein sarkari naukri nahi, iska matlab hai ki khandani raub zero hai, bas ek gaadi ka sahara hai jispe poora ghar tika hai. Expectations khali chodi hai, kyunki jaante hain ki koi dhang ki ladki is profile dekhkar swipe left nahi, seedha block karegi. Khair, shayeri mein kahein toh—Degree toh le li magar dimaag se kachha hai, ye ladka sirf gaming ke liye hi achha hai'.

Arre mian, PhD karke USA ke President ban gaye aur salary itni ki pura brahmand kharid lein? Itni badi imagination dekh kar toh Ghalib bhi qabar mein palat gaye honge. Itna bada jhooth bolne ke liye jigra chahiye ya phir dimaag ka dahi? Aapki ye fair skin aur family govt job wali shaan-o-shaukat sirf aapke sapno ke mahal mein hai, haqeeqat mein toh aapka number bhi nahi lagna. Is level ki fantasy ke liye dahej nahi, seedha psychiatric treatment ki zaroorat hai. Sharam karo mian, itna bada jhooth ki farishte bhi hans rahe honge.

Miyan, naam toh aise likha hai jaise kisi riyasat ke waaris hon, par asliyat yeh hai ki Bangalore ki galiyon mein software engineer ban kar coding ki ghulami kar rahe hain. Gore rang ka gumaan hai, magar gaadi ke naam par zero hai. Family mein sarkari naukri hai, toh shayad isi sahare apni kismat chamka rahe hain. Expectations khali chhoda hai, matlab ya toh sharam aa rahi hai ya phir pata hai ki koi milne waali nahi. Aisi Fair shakhsiyat ke liye toh bas ek purani cycle hi kaafi hai, taaki thoda paseena bahe aur yeh nawabi bhram toote.

Miyaan Jyotiraditya, naam toh aise rakha hai jaise koi riyasat ke waaris ho, magar haal yeh hai ki Software Engineer bankar bhi gaadi ek nahi hai. Fair skin ka gumaan hai, magar Bangalore ki dhool mein woh rang bhi uad jayega. Family mein sarkari naukri hai, toh kya ab baap ki pension pe shaadi karenge? Salary 80 hazaar hai, lekin itne mein toh aajkal sirf Bangalore ka rent aur dukh nikalta hai. Khair, umeedon ka khaana khali chhoda hai, kyunki aapko pata hai ki aapki aukaat se koi umeed nahi rakhne waala. Arre mian, tumhara naseeb toh woh software hai jisme bug zyada aur features kam hain.

Miyan Harshit, Game Designer bolkar bade shauq paale hain, par salary dekhkar lagta hai ki bas Candy Crush hi design karte honge. Na gaadi hai, na khandaan mein sarkari naukri ka rob, aur rang aisa ki wheatish ke naam pe bas gehu ka aata lag rahe hain. Itne mein toh Lucknow ka ek paan wala bhi zyada izzat rakhta hai. Khali expectations wala column dikha raha hai ki umeedon ka pahad hai par aukat ka kuan gehra hai.

Arre mian Virat! 60 lakh ka package aur Own Business ka danka? Itna gumaan! Lucknow ki galiyon mein aise jhooth roz bikte hain. Fair skin ka toh tumne aisa raag chheda hai jaise koi doodh ki malai ho, magar asliyat mein shakal se tum kisi thake hue sarkari daftar ke clerk lagte ho. Family mein govt job hai toh kya hua? Baap ki naukri pe sher banna aasaan hai, khud ki aukat toh wahi Single status bata raha hai. Itna ego le kar kahan jaoge? Koi lene nahi aayegi, bas ek purana cycle milega toh shukr manna.

Arey miyan! Naam rakha hai Virat Kohli par harkatein ek average IT-majoor jaisi hain. Software engineer ban kar 90 hazaar ki salary pe itna guroor? Itne mein toh Lucknow ke ek nukkad ka paan-waala zyada kama leta hai. Upar se Dusky complexion aur Single status—lagta hai kismat ne pehle hi Error 404 dikha diya hai. Family mein sarkari naukri hai toh kya hua, tum toh wahi ho jo company ke manager ke saamne Yes Sir bolkar apni izzat bechte ho. Tumhari aukat ek phate huye jootey se zyada nahi hai, bas gaadi ka sahara hai.

Ah, a Chief Minister with the education of a novice and the expectations of a bewildered sheep! You govern a state but cannot govern your own desires? To possess a car but lack a clue is a comedy only a Lucknowi could appreciate. You are a royal paradox—a king in title, but a riddle in substance. Your wheatish glow cannot mask the emptiness of your ambition. However, let us be clear: no amount of gold can purchase a man's worth, and asking for a price tag on a human soul is the ultimate poverty of character. Dowry is a relic of ignorance; a real man brings dignity, not a bill.

Behold this magnificent specimen, Chaudhry Tayyab! A PhD in academics, yet a professional in inspecting toes—truly, a scholar of the lowest depths. He possesses a car, yet resides in the sanctuary of his mothers home, and earns a salary so microscopic it requires a telescope to be seen. To demand a private jet and millions of dollars with such a resume is not ambition; it is a comedic performance that would make a court jester blush. He is a divorced royal of nothing, seeking a fortune to mask his own void. Let it be known: a man who sells his hand for gold is not a husband, but a merchant of misery; true nobility lies in self-respect, not in the plunder of a brides father.

Miyaan Amin, naam toh nawabi rakha hai lekin haal dekhiye! Data Engineer ban kar Bangalore ki bheed mein kho gaye hain, aur jeb mein paise toh hain magar gaadi ka naam-o-nishan nahi. Fair skin tone ka gumaan hai, magar kismat ekdum pheeki hai. Na ghar mein koi sarkari naukri ki chhat, na apni koi sawari; sirf ek degree ka sahara hai. Aise single namune ko uthane ke liye ladki waalon ko toh inaam milna chahiye, dahej nahi! Shairana andaaz mein kahein toh: Degree toh le li tumne, par zindagi mein raftar nahi, data toh engineer kar liya, par kismat mein barkat nahi!

Dear Saurabh, your credentials read like a quill pen scrawled in a library: PhD in what exactly? Medicine? Or did you just doctor the resume? A salary of 100k? Bold move, Nawab—must you monetize humility? Your car ownership is as impressive as a cow with a license plate. Fair skin? How quaint! That’s not a dowry request, that’s a shopping list for a fairy tale. Your govt job in the family? Congrats, you’ve inherited mediocrity like a royal heir. Why demand dowry? Shouldn’t your ego alone fund this pretend transaction? Oh wait—fair skin and education don’t pay bills. Maybe ask your family to gift you a mirror to see your reflection. Because this ‘dowry’ hunt is just you seeking validation in a ritual as outdated as your ‘car ownership’ fantasy. Add emotional labor to your list of casualties.

Behold this specimen, Rahul, a Deputy Manager of bits and bytes, ruling over a kingdom of keyboards in the concrete jungle of Mumbai. He possesses a degree that is merely a piece of paper and a salary that is a mere pittance for a man of such presumed grandeur. He stands fair of face but bankrupt of assets, a royal without a carriage, a poet without a rhyme. To ask for a price for such a mediocre existence is a comedy of errors that would make the courts of Lucknow weep with laughter. However, let us be clear: the only true currency of a man is his character, not the gold he extorts from a fathers sweat. Dowry is not a transaction of value, but a certificate of cowardice and a stain on humanitys soul.

क्योंकि र Leverkusट ज सियासत करडी है जो कोड सेनिटु क नुकसान कर देती है

Behold this specimen from Burdwan, draped in a Masters degree yet wielding a title that sounds like a malfunctioning robots designation. A fair complexion and a car are but mere ornaments on a man who thinks a six-figure salary makes him a king, while his family tree lacks a single government branch for shade. To ask for a price for such a theatrical existence is a comedy in itself. Truly, a man who sells his hand in marriage is not a groom, but a merchant of shame; for dignity cannot be bought, and a marriage built on a price tag is merely a transaction of two bankrupt souls. Dowry is a stain on humanity that no amount of royal perfume can hide.

Behold this prince from Indore, boasting a degree that barely qualifies him to read a menu and a profession that is merely a fancy word for unemployment. He possesses a car, yet no royal lineage or government seal to anchor his drifting existence. To ask for a dowry for such a fragile specimen would be a crime against the art of negotiation. He is a fair-skinned void, a polished stone with no spark. Truly, any man who seeks a price tag for his hand is not a groom, but a merchant of shame. Dowry is the bankruptcy of a man's character and a stain on the nobility of marriage.

Your freelance salary of 500,000 is a paltry offering from a Nawab’s perspective, S. Expecting a dowry this meager is like asking for moonbeams from a firefly. Your fair skin and car ownership suggest you’ve mastered the art of vanity, but dowry should be a tax on arrogance, not a gift. Why not invest in education or skill instead of hoarding bling? Your ‘500000’ salary is a punchline in this transaction, and your sartorial choices read like a royal decree for basic humiliation.

Behold Armaan, a student-businessman cocktail of confusion who resides in Bangalore but dreams of his father-in-laws estate. With a mere Bachelors degree and a salary that barely covers the cost of his own arrogance, he presents himself as a prize while eyeing another mans hard-earned property like a hungry crow on a royal feast. His fairness of skin is the only thing polished about him, for his ambitions are as hollow as a broken clay pot. To ask for a father-in-laws fortune while being a professional nomad is not ambition; it is a theatrical comedy of greed. Let it be known that a man who seeks a price tag for his hand is not a groom, but a salesman of his own misery. True nobility lies in earning one's own bread, for a marriage built on the greed of dowry is a palace built on sand—destined to crumble under the weight of its own shame.

Ah, Mr. PhD Quantitative Trader, earning a seven-figure salary in a foreign land while complaining about dowry! How poetically tragic. One might think he’d understand that wealth doesn’t fetch love, but your folly proves otherwise. Why demand a dowry when your resume alone could teach your in-laws quantum physics? Yet here you are, turning love into a transaction—a feudal mindset wrapped in modern jargon. Congratulations, you’ve turned marriage into a GDP calculation. Perhaps if dowry were abolished, you’d stop treating relationships like stocks to trade. But alas, your greed knows no limit, does it?

Because his govt job family history means he'll never learn humility. His car ownership proves he sells dignity as a commodity. Pornstar profession makes dowry a redundant addiction.

Behold this specimen, Jc Nandela, a man whose academic heights peak at high school and whose profession is a carnival of desperation. With a treasury of zero and a pedigree devoid of government prestige, he is not a groom, but a walking tragedy wrapped in delusions of grandeur. To ask for wealth for such a void would be a crime against the very concept of commerce. One does not buy a diamond when the candidate is a piece of charcoal. In truth, any man who believes his value is measured by a price tag is merely a beggar in a tuxedo. Dowry is not a transaction of love, but the purchase of a slave; a real man builds his own empire rather than stealing one from his father-in-law.

Behold Harpartap, a specimen of Haryana who thinks a Bachelors degree and a desk at HDFC make him a conqueror of hearts. He possesses a fair complexion, yet his ambitions are as pale as his skin. To believe that a family government job adds royalty to his stature is a comedy of errors that would make the court jesters of Lucknow weep with laughter. He is but a cog in a banking machine, wrapped in the illusion of importance. However, let us remember that a man who sells his hand for gold is not a groom, but a merchant of shame; true dignity is earned through character, not through the theft of a brides father's life savings.

Arre mian, naam dekha hai? Djsjsj—yeh naam hai ya keyboard par sote huye kisi billi ne pair rakh diya tha? IT mein ho magar dimaag buffer ho raha hai. Na gaadi hai, na khandaan mein sarkari naukri ka rob, bas ek lakh ki tankhwa hai jo Lucknow ke ek shaam ke kabaab aur paan mein nikal jaye. Itni be-rang shaksiyat ke liye toh ladki waale shagun ke paise bhi wapas maang lenge. Shayeri suniye: Na naam mein koi baat hai, na naseeb mein koi noor, aise ladke ko toh kisine dekha bhi nahi hoga huzoor!

Behold this specimen named Aaa, a Bachelor of nothingness who calls himself an Engineer yet earns a pittance that wouldnt even pay for a Nawabs afternoon tea. He possesses the skin tone of a ghost but the financial portfolio of a beggar, residing in Kerala while offering the world absolutely nothing. To ask for a bride with such a meager salary is not a proposal, but a comedic performance. He is a void wrapped in a degree, a silent bell that makes no sound. Truly, a man who views marriage as a transaction of goods is not a groom, but a salesman of his own misery. Real dignity is earned through character and labor, not through the theft of a father's life savings. Dowry is a disease of the soul that turns a sacred union into a cheap auction.

Arey mian Shubham, Bachelors ki degree aur Kota ki garmi ne dimaag pighla diya hai kya? Business man likha hai, par salary dekh kar lag raha hai ki dukan pe sirf baith kar makkhiyaan maar rahe ho. Na khandaan mein koi sarkari naukri, na koi shaukat, bas Fair skin ka gumaan hai? Beta, rang se ghar nahi chalta, aur Kota ke coaching centre ke bahar khade hone se koi Nawab nahi ban jaata. Aapki is aukad' pe toh ladki waale shagun ke paise bhi wapas maang lenge.

Arey mian Shubham! Kota mein rehkar shayad tumne coaching waale bacho ki tarah apni zindagi bhi crash course mein guzaar di hai. Bachelors degree aur Business man' ka tag? Lagta hai ghar se nikal kar nukkad pe chai ki dukan kholi hai. Fair skin toh hai, par aqal ka rang thoda pheeka lag raha hai. Family mein ek bhi sarkari naukri nahi, matlab izzat ki loot machi hai. Tumhare jaise namoone ko toh koi muft mein bhi na le, par humne thodi daya dikhayi hai. Wah re nawaabi shauk, jeb khali aur khwaab bade!

Behold this specimen, Bhuvnesh Rai! A man whose education stopped where the alphabet ended, yet his greed reaches the heavens. A graphic designer from Rajkot with a salary that barely covers the cost of a Nawabs afternoon tea, yet he dreams of gaming rigs and chariots! To ask for a car when one possesses neither a government seal nor a degree is a comedy that would make the poets of Lucknow weep with laughter. He is not a groom; he is a daydreamer in a dusky shroud of delusion. Truly, demanding a price for ones hand in marriage is the ultimate admission of one's own worthlessness. A man who sells himself like a piece of furniture deserves neither a bride nor a kingdom; for love is a divine gift, and dowry is the filth of a bankrupt soul.

Behold this specimen, Siam! A Bachelors degree and an Engineers title, yet his salary is but a pittance that wouldnt cover a Nawabs afternoon tea. He dwells in Dhaka, possessing neither a carriage for travel nor a fortune to boast, leaning like a frail reed upon the crutch of a relative's government job. To ask for a bride with such a mediocre portfolio is a poetic tragedy of the highest order. Truly, he is a prince of nothing, offering a kingdom of emptiness. But mark my words: demanding a price for a groom is the bankruptcy of the soul; a man who sells himself for dowry is not a husband, but a commodity of shame. True dignity lies in self-reliance, not in the greed of a wedding price tag.

Miyan Jayant Singh, Bachelors aur Engineer ka tag toh laga liya, par Delhi ki bheed mein kho gaye hain. Gore rang ka gumaan hai, par ghar mein ek sarkari naukri tak nahi? Arey, 1 lakh ki salary sunkar humein laga tha ki koi Nawab aaya hai, par ye toh sirf corporate mazdoor' nikle. Itni khaali expectations hain aapki, jaise aapki zindagi ka maqsad ho. Isse behtar toh humara paan ka thook hai, kam se kam uski apni ek pehchan toh hai!