How to Marry The Woman of Your Dreams: a Scientific Treatise

The process by which the female of any animal species selects the male with whom she will cohabit and let him pass his genes to her progeny is called sexual selection. And while feminists are often prone to confuse Homo sapiens males with canines, the fact is that even the female Homo sapiens is essentially an animal. Consequently the rules of sexual selection apply to her as well.

This process of sexual selection is not merely a biological abstraction. The reality of its existence hits you like a Tysonian punch on the nose, when impelled by your hormonal storm and confident in your belief in being a youthful Adonis, you approach the most beautiful girl in your college and receive a summary rejection – without so much as a backward glance to check if the thud behind her was just a falling log or your head hitting the ground. After you’ve endured the amusement of your dear friends and well-wishers and finished contemplating the various non-painful means to end your life and your shame, you begin to think : What went wrong? Why did she reject you, when according to you, you were the most suitable play…err….life-mate for her. The answer, my dear fellow, is sexual selection.

According to the principles of sexual selection, a female is always on the lookout for the best possible man to father her future children. And her criteria are often entirely different from what you think they are or should be. For instance, you may be the sort of person who jumps to rigid attention every time the National Anthem plays, even on your radio while you are seated in the 2nd class compartment of a train, and thereby lose your hard-earned seat. You may attend your local Nationalist organization meetings regularly and do the daily exercises, giving the stick in your hand an extra twirl whenever you spot the object of your desire at a distance, nearly poking yourself in the eye with which you are lechering at her. You may think that your patriotic fervor makes you the finest fellow on earth. But, believe me, your patriotic acrobatics have as much chance of making her sway as the Eastern wind has of toppling Mount Kilimanjaro.

Or you may be the nice guy, a man with a heart as tender and soft as Katrina’s cheeks (the ones on the face), who picks up stray kittens from the streets, feeds them Parle-G biscuits dipped in milk and put them up for adoption on Facebook. While everyone is flying kites on Makar Sankranti and focused on the sky, your eyes remain focused on the ground, to look for pigeons that’ve been hurt by the kite-strings, to take them to the vet. And every day, you go to the girls’ hostel to meet the girl of your dreams and enquire dutifully after her health, take the list of her day’s shopping and fetch all the items in a jiffy, like an especially well-trained and intelligent dog. You keep to your task with the persistence of the above-mentioned canine, until one fine day she introduces you to the love of her life who has come to pick her up on his Yamaha Superbike. And later in the year, to put some Burnol on your wound, she parcels a loving Rakhi for you on Rakshabandhan. Of course the Burnol feels like Kissan chilli sauce.

Or you may be one of those souls who go to the gym and punish the machines, until the weights start having vertigo, and the owner starts complaining that the steady stream of your sweat is spoiling his carpet. Soon you start resembling Hercules. As she passes you, she steals many glances at your bulges and cuts. And when you both turn around to check each others’ asses out, the thing happens, which Karan Johar calls love, but more discerning philosophers call lust. You go out, you shop together, you watch movies together, you eat together and finally you sleep together. You’re happy that you’ve found the princess of your dreams and you suggest that she fix an appointment for you with her dad, the king, so that you can formally apply for her hand. She calmly tells you to not be silly and that marriage is the last thing on her mind at the moment. She actually means that marriage WITH YOU is the last thing on her mind, at ANY moment. And despite your Schwarzeneggeresque physique, her dainty cold shoulder crashes into you with the power of 11,000 volts of pure electricity and you’re knocked out cold.

By now, I can visualize you screaming at the top of your voice, the age old question:


See, it’s not the question of what a woman wants. That’s the wrong question. A woman wants pretty much the same things that a man wants – a comfortable easy life, moderate life challenges that pleasantly exercise the faculties without taxing them too much, the latest iPhone, pizzas on weekends, new clothes and shoes, and a bit of love to make it all seem grand and fulfilling. The real question is not what a woman wants. The real question is, what nature wants.

Remember that eccentric old Irish-English dramatist GB Shaw? He wrote a lot of atrocious things and also a lot of sensible things, and among the latter was this: that a woman is nature’s vehicle through which she determines the sort of genes that will be passed onto future generations.

Look at most of the animals and their mating patterns. Who does the female select to mate with? The strongest or the smartest male she can find, right? Someone she can trust to provide and protect herself and her kids. Because that’s the sensible thing to do from an evolutionary point of view. Because only the fittest will survive in the future.

And strength in the human society is determined not by muscle or brain, but by money. The wealthier a man, the stronger he is in the society. Too obvious to state, isn’t it?

But hey, hold on, you say. What about smartness, you protest. What about intelligence? Isn’t intelligence the motive force of the human civilization? Shouldn’t human intelligence then hold the highest esteem in a woman’s eyes, and the intelligent man have the best chance of entering into her…uh…affections?

Not really. Because the most important consideration for a female is that her male should be a good provider and protector – and what provides and protects better than money? Besides, intelligent men are too often eccentric and dreamy and impractical. And most women believe that the richer man is also the smarter man. So if they have to choose between say Sid Mallya and Vincent Van Gogh, 99 out of 100 women would tell Vincent to be practical, earn some money, and go for some other girl who will make him happy.

And what about men with a sense of humor? Women’s magazines are full of articles about women practically soaking wet for the man who can make her laugh. I tell you, that’s the biggest joke of the century. Women enjoy talking to men with a sense of humor – hell, everyone does. But that’s all. Strictly platonic bro. And she may be wet because his jokes made her laugh so hard that she leaked a bit, that’s all.

So my friend, you can have any girl in the world you want – the most beautiful, the sexiest, the smartest or the one with the biggest, you know, heart – provided you have the dough. It doesn’t matter if you’re as bald as Tibet or as ugly as a toad, or as dense as the Gurgaon winter air. What matters is not the bulge on your arms, your forehead, or even the one between your legs – what actually matters is the bulge in your pocket. So don’t build those muscles, but exercise the little grey cells in your head and build your bank account. She doesn’t want the man of steel – she wants the man of gold.

NB: And dear feminists please don’t call me misogynist. Blame mother nature

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I have always been a great believer. I've flitted from one belief to another, from religion to atheism and from one philosophy to another, until I finally settled on J. Krishnamurti whose philosophy is that there is no philosophy. So now I firmly believe that there is nothing to believe. Now such a belief would, I believe, have been considered dangerous to society if the authorities had believed me to be of any consequence. No man of consequence they believe would waste his time on the pursuit of blogging!

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34 comments on “How to Marry The Woman of Your Dreams: a Scientific Treatise
  1. qmeer says:

    Haha!! So if Ironman, Spiderman and Wolverine were in a lame bachelor TV contest, Ironman would win hands down?

    Doctoratlarge: Certainly. There isn’t an iota of doubt about it

  2. mahabore says:

    So you are telling me that all those years of being a ‘patriotic member’ of the large nationalist organization (which also works for the upliftment of animals, the underprivileged) and building those wonderful muscles doing those amazing stick twirling exercises was a waste.

    Guess I should just buy myself an Audi A6, withdraw money from the ATM and start cruising the streets looking for that one woman who will deem me fit enough to carry her genes through to the next generation. 😀

    Lovely post….

  3. Anon says:

    Let me see, make the woman fall in love with your wealth and see you only as an ATM or hit the gym so she finds you attractive and has sex with you.

    Option A?

  4. Good one.. made me think about what I actually look for in a man but you know it has never been money, somehow :-/

    • Avneesh Sharma says:

      Don’t know much about you but I wanted to say that probably you still need to see more world and someday soon you will say that – It has been money only, somehow. Or you might not say it loud but you will realize that you aren’t able to make the real life choices which are in sync with you ideology. 🙂

  5. C. Suresh says:

    Hmm! Funny but true 🙂 Though women do not want a man with money – they only want a man who can propose to them on a moonlit night floating in his yacht on the Aegean Sea with a nice hefty platinum ring to slip on her finger at the right moment. But what they love is his soulful eyes and heart 🙂

    And being one of those unfortunates whose sense of humor does not allow him to take either himself or any profession he happens to disgrace seriously, I am out of the race. To credit my intelligence, I realized that pretty early in life and did not even put my name in for the race 🙂

    • Hahaha. Same with me. I guess it’s better to sit in the spectators’ gallery, munching our popcorn and lampooning the serious racers. 🙂

      • Alpana says:

        If whatever you said up there is true…you have still not understood women… may be you are right in a few cases but not always…

  6. Kiran Joshi says:

    I admire u doc, but this is a rubbish post. Obviously every lady wants a wealthy and strong guy. But wealth doesn’t mean I want to marry with Aakash Ambani. The guy must not be a pauper. Also, he must not be an ugly, senseless jerk carrying loads of money. Girls don’t want such imbeciles. Atleast not me.

  7. zarinM says:

    I tend to differ, as much as I enjoyed ur post…. I agree that they require a promise of protection & providing. But there is definition of that to each one depending on the want, they require more so ever a person willing to stand by them too, to celebrate them, not a man who only provides material stator. The wants are complicated, she wants him just to hold her while she talks…. How many men are up for that though?

  8. Cheer up – you can always settle for a rich old spinster who’ll make you her trophy husband. I’ve heard that women are pretty much the same with the lights turned out.

  9. GB says:

    Cheer up – you can always settle for a rich old spinster who’ll make you her trophy husband. I’ve heard that women are pretty much the same with the lights turned out.

  10. AK says:

    dafuq. a long dafuq.

  11. How about agreeing on something like ‘A woman wants intelligence, comicality and money in particular proportions in a man’?
    It’ll definitely make it more difficult for men to be the perfect coz you wouldn’t be able to focus on all at one time.
    Or just say its one hilarious post and should not be taken seriously. 😉

  12. Pramod Kanni says:

    You are awesome 🙂

  13. I guess if a women look for a bank balance then men look for the facebook, anyways its a fantastic stuff to read. 🙂

  14. Ganesh says:

    U r the best guruji

  15. Tanmay L says:

    But what should us teenagers do?

  16. Mighty Mind says:

    Would not call it misogynist but a very generalized point of view. Sensible people (women and men) dont seek financial stability through a partner but something they think they lack, something which the other person has but they dont, something that would fill up their void, make them feel complete. But the sad part is by the time people realize what exactly can fill up their void it is already too late to make a decision.

  17. zej96 says:

    Hahaha, this was v.v.funny and as always, an interesting write-up! 😀
    But I, as a girl, I never thought of money first. Only the man should be on a good job post to earn ENOUGH money for me and my future kids (am 18 now), but filthy rich men with no sense of intellect or practicality in them, are not my type. =/ In fact, I see the nature of men first. I get attracted to the soul. I already am blissful and blessed with such a guy. :’)

  18. pq01 says:

    Brilliant, and statistics and experience absolutely bear you out – at least for those with the rare integrity to admit it’s the truth. Check out the youtube vids with title keywords like gold digger sex prank, top five gold digger pranks, or picking up girls in a Lamborghini without talking, etc. where guys driving a rented Lamborghini or Veyron with a friend filming literally solicit sex in seconds or pull girlfriends off their boyfriends in half a minute while they’re standing there (some of them dancing a moment thinking they just got picked up by a millionaire), it’s tragicomic hilarious. I’ve seen it myself more than once, a woman who swears she’s your soulmate and thinks amazingly like you, and says she feels the energy of your connection … suddenly takes interest in a guy she knows is wrong for her, or may be even two generations older that she complains has a crappy temper – but HE’s suddenly the one she’s spending time with, with you relegated to friend category – and she has absolutely no self-awareness or grasp why her mind just took the weird turns that it did. The subconscious is running the whole show, and most women merely dream they’re in control.

    P.G. Wodehouse wrote this brilliance in Meet Mr. Mulliner:

    “She sighed, ‘Yes, I love you, Lancelot. And women are not like men. They do not love lightly. When a woman gives her heart, it is for ever. The years will pass, and you will turn to another. But I shall not forget. However, as you haven’t a bob in the world–” She beckoned to the hall-porter. “Margerison.”
    “Your ladyship?”
    “Is it raining?”
    “No, your ladyship.”
    “Are the front steps clean?”
    “Yes, your ladyship.”
    “Then throw Mr. Mulliner out.”

    Amen, brother, thank you, and tell it like it is.

  19. glorify says:

    What about the women who marry someone who earns less than her?

  20. Meena says:

    By reading your writings I could understand man better than before, your writings have answered my questions which I had from long time…. This particular post has inspired me to write blog on ‘why man gets attracted to BEAUTIFUL woman (naturally)’, thank you doc for inspiring me once again

  21. Meena says:

    Just a clarification…. I don’t agree with your ‘Rich men are smart men’, I have seen rich people struggling to get rid of problems which their crores of rupees cannot solve…. So I have a different opinion on this sir!!!!

  22. Smilingstar says:

    It’s amazing I felt like m reading Simone de Beauvoir the second sex 😅

  23. KashBaby says:

    Ur such An inspiration. Baap of all gurus 😘

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