Hi, I had one doubt....
The passage:
Umeshi Uyangoda saw her husband, Udesh, off to work every morning with a heavily scented handkerchief pressed to her nose, and a sordid little secret coiled inside her chest. Both were sickening, but neither as sickening as the stench from the municipal garbage dump down the road. It was this abomination, she told herself this gigantic purveyor of toxic gas and ill fortune -that necessitated her perfume and her treachery.
Once Udesh was safely out of sight, Umeshi scuttled up to the second floor, ignoring the leftovers on the breakfast table, the swarm of black flies gathering over globs of egg curry that were soaking into her tablecloth...
She went directly upstairs to her daughter’s old bedroom, whose door still carried Umanga’s hand-painted sign: Beware! Highly Educated Woman Inside. Little had been touched in the five years since the girl left for college in the United States wooden shelves still sinking under the weight of so many books, walls still papered with magazines’ cutouts of Umanga’s idols, all women whose names eternally escaped Umeshi. No matter. She had eyes for only two things in this room: the Sunday newspaper supplement and a bulky Windows PC.
While the machine revved up, Umeshi spread out the Classifieds, using her thumbnail to crease down the centerfold of the BRIDEGROOMS section. The paper’s flat rate of 25 rupees per word encouraged brevity, which in turn exposed the base, unfiltered aspirations of (the) entire [Sri Lankan] nation:
"Govi-Buddhist parents seek obedient, fair girl for our son (5’10"). He is Devoid of All Vices (non- smoker, teetotaler, hardworking), employed in leading bank, possessing Australian Permanent Residence (PR) and Significant Financial Assets. Desires immediate union with a slim and pretty bride. Reply with horoscope."
One had to be vigilant about the fine print, of course-Divorced after brief incompatible marriage or, even worse. Christian parents seek-but Umeshi had leamed quickly that these proposals were all of a pattern, reflecting a society clinging to old feuds and ancient bloodlines. While the profession or height of a future spouse might be negotiable, caste, community and color were not... But she was willing to overlook these families’ outdated notions in exchange for The Promise, the great offer of exchange that all the personal advertisements rested on: emigration. Dual citizenship for both bride and mother. A life abroad, overseas, elsewhere. Anywhere But
Here.
There were no names attached to the ads. Those, presumably, came later, when Bride
[email protected] or nzparents
[email protected] had shuffled through their responses and decided that she-and Umanga-were worth their time. But that hadn’t happened yet. And itstung.
Umeshi refreshed her inbox. She clicked on ’Spam’ and then, growing desperate, on Trash. She was new to this computer business, the mysterious world of the screen where things disappeared into black holes called Folders, never to be seen again. Not like real life, where everything piled up until you were forced to confront it. Here, On-Line, you pressed a button and started fresh-a new day, a New Window.
Qs. Which of the following candidates is Umeshi likely to consider as the most eligible match
for her daughter? (A) 38-year-old man employed at a reputed private bank in Berlin, and drawing a six-figure salary.
(B) 32-year-old man, once divorced, running his own business in Shanghai.
(C) 35-year-old Christian man, self-employed, with Permanent Residence in London,
(D) 35-year-old man employed at a reputed private bank in Kandy, and drawing a seven-figure monthly salary