While ambling through the streets of Manhattan I sucked in my breath when I thought I saw a bride escaping through the fire escape. I stopped in my tracks, the evening light was turning a murky cerulean and my overimaginative brain jumped to a conclusion. It was just a pristine white wedding gown dangling from the balcony next to the fire escape. There was no runaway bride. The gown looked so forlorn, fluttering ever so slightly as it frowned down upon me that I felt I needed to find out if there was a story behind it.
Next morning I went back and asked the local florist. He couldn’t shed much light but chuckled and told me about a runaway bride he had once almost dated but was relieved that he had been spared the consequences.
In a culture that is so deeply imbued in the ethos of arranged marriage, do cases of runaway brides happen in India because our country is still caught in a time warp and not ready to let the girl breathe, not have confidence in her decisions? Or is the generation today too fickle because of the wide array of options in the form of dating apps, social network exposure and the general thought process that shaadi hai barbadi as perpetuated by the media with its skewed articles and WhatsApp jokes?
While men are popularly branded as the commitment phobic breed, a chunk of women develop cold feet at the altar or days leading up to the wedding. There is always such a lot of buildup around the ceremony, its rituals, the painstaking planning, splitting up fixed deposits and selling off family gold to buy more gold and trying to please so many people in the process, that the run-up to the holy union becomes rather unholy. Sometimes the sheer pressure of anticipated responsibilities can make a girl cower. Or the image of an absolute stranger who might not believe in consensual sex. Or the temptation of going back to a past flame, who by comparison seems familiar ground to go back to, than to embark on a journey with a stranger.
Or the whole idea of being stuck to one person for life that makes one baulk, the feeling of not having control for the rest of a lifetime. These are the seeds of fear which propel a person to flee.
Runaway brides existed earlier too. A friend’s grandmother was a runaway bride but her attempts were foiled. It’s another story that it turned out well for the truant granny but when asked why she did it, she chuckled and told us that she had been the youngest, pampered kid in the family. I inferred that some of the runaway brides might have been those who had always run away from challenging situations. Which holds true for a lot of men too. Not all of course, but often those with a privileged upbringing, who’ve had it easy in life aren’t willing to embrace commitment and the responsibility of marriage and delay it as much as possible.
A few male acquaintances of mine exhibited commitment phobia too, and the reasons were varied.
Some were trying to get married on the rebound but having not given themselves enough time to heal at the eleventh hour they realised getting married to someone new wouldn’t help and they needed time alone to work on themselves.
Then there were men who felt they were still too young to get married. Again, media portrayal of how the fun stops after marriage comes in for some of the blame.
I’ve had both male and female friends who’ve backed away from marriage just days before they were to be hitched and when asked, said, “I’ve not seen the world yet. I need to backpack. I need to travel. I need to have fun.” The aspiration to globetrot has fired our imagination to an extent that maybe we’ve become too self-centred, too whimsical and all in the name of a perceived sense of fun and freedom. Maybe we are not willing to accept that with a spouse the globe-trotting plan might just turn out to be better and maybe we should not believe the naysayers so much, who insist that marriage is the end of the road.Published in