I shall marry you...no beat you...no beat and rob you...

When the day started for Prabir Das, things were looking up. His ad for a bride had been a success. His soon to be blushing bride Shreshta and her family were dining with him. When the day was done the wedding was off, he had been beaten, his motorbike, wallet, and cell phone taken, and he was humiliated. And the beating and thieving were done by the family of his ex-fiance.

I wasn't there, but I imagine it went something like this.

Prabir: "Ah, what an excellent dinner. Fine food, a fine experience with my soon to be in-laws."
Shresta: "I don't think you care about me at all."
Prabir: "What?"
Shresta: "You just want me for my dowry."
Prabir: "How can you say that? I possess many valuable things. See my motorbike over there? And check out my fine cell phone. Ah, no, Shresta, it is you I want."
Shresta: "Then why do you lie to me so?"
Prabir:" What?"

RRRRRRRRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIPPPPPPPPPPPP

Shresta (Holding wig in her hand): "You are no full-head-of-hair man. You are bald and you hide it from me."
turns to family, points at Prabir: "Get him!"

pummeling, pounding, putt-putt-putt as his motorbike disappears in the distance.

Ah, the perils of lying about being bald.