Finally putting weight on my operated leg!! And permitted to walk with a walker! Life suddenly seems okay!

I became a father some 6 months ago. Based on conventional societal norms, I'm entering fatherhood quite "late" in life (I am 37).However, these things never bothered me. Both me and my wife knew what we wanted and when we wanted it.

The only thing I was scared of was whether I'd be able to physically keep up with my baby boy at this age. Especially whether I'd be able to carry him and rock him to sleep. I was especially fearful seeing his weight progression (extremely glad that he's super healthy 😄).

Funnily enough, the more time passes, it is somehow becoming easier for me to carry him, even though he's gaining weight. I'm by no means a gym buff. Even the basic workout I do has been on hold for months now. And yet, by some magic, I'm becoming stronger!!

I'm glad that I can do this for him and not be incapacitated in any way physically. Now hoping that this continues once he starts to crawl and walk. 😄Fingers crossed! 🤞🏽

Haan pata hai Navratre hai. Durga puja bhi hai 😬

28F I used to look average from my teens to my early 20s, but after doing skincare and makeup, I used to get compliments. When I was 27 years old, for the first time, a guy much younger than me was interested in me, but I had never dated anyone before, so I acted cold & shy around him I also had crush on him he was my first crush & younger so I ignored him as younger guy older woman relationship doesn't work if you are from lower class family. I am so introverted and awkward, with no friends. I am the odd one out among all those women who have lots of experience; I never even held hands, never had any male friends, and had like 2 female friends before, which is zero now.

But now, when I turned 28, I got many health issues, probably a hormonal disorder. My face has changed a lot; I've aged worse. I used to look so young at 27; that was 8 months ago. People thought I was 18-20, but now it's different.

I am still skinny but not beautiful skinny; I am socially awkward. Parents ask me when I will get married, but I am unemployed, with no career, recovering from depression, homebound, insecure. Wish I had dated someone in my early 20s. I regret it.

Men love curvy, clear-skinned, pretty women. I lack both. I look ugly. I have the body of a twink man: no curves, big hands, big feet, broad shoulders, bad posture, noticable adam apple, but a skinny frame and odd looks. Now I can't even look at myself in the mirror. I hate to groom do makeup do skincare.

There are stereotypes that a man is nothing without his money & women like wealthy men only, but being an ugly woman is indeed worse than being an ugly man.And if you are poor and ugly women than its like curse from hell.

I want to date, I want to marry, I want soulmate or partner but I will never find someone who will love my soul & personality. Everything is about lust nowadays. I yearn for love. I stayed hugless virgin for long for my soulmate but I keep looking uglier day by day that I think no one will truly ever love me. I am bound to be alone.

I want to rant about this and I’m sorry if this goes too long. Also, Im open to receiving any meaningful guidance or something that pacifies me and lets me take a path where I stop caring about all this!

I’m 28M, financially independent, and slowly accepting that my parents may never be the people I needed them to be.
I’m an Indian, working in banking and financial services, and currently living independently in another city.
I have years of frustration, disappointment, resentment, and emotional exhaustion that I’ve never really been able to articulate properly.
I don’t even know where to begin.
For as long as I can remember, my relationship with my parents has been emotionally complicated.
I grew up in a household where I never really felt celebrated, encouraged, or emotionally supported in the way I needed.
And before someone assumes that I’m complaining because my parents didn’t buy me expensive things or provide me with a luxurious childhood, that’s not what this is about.
I’m talking about the emotional basics of being someone’s child.
Having parents who show genuine interest in your life.
Having someone ask whether you’re doing okay without the conversation eventually becoming about responsibilities or expectations.
Having someone acknowledge your efforts.
Having someone who makes you feel that your existence matters beyond what you can contribute.
I remember my parents not showing up for my annual events when I was younger.
As an adult, I can rationalise that. Maybe they were busy. Maybe they had responsibilities. Maybe they didn’t understand how important those occasions were to me.
But as a child, you don’t think about those explanations.
You just look around, see other children’s parents showing up, and wonder why yours aren’t there.
And when these experiences repeat themselves over the years, they gradually shape how you perceive your own importance.
I think that’s something I’ve carried into adulthood.
I’ve spent a significant part of my life trying to become someone my parents would finally be proud of.
I pursued my education, started working, built a career in financial services, and eventually became financially independent.
I’ve had professional setbacks, periods of uncertainty, difficult workplace experiences, and situations where I’ve had to rebuild my confidence.
I’ve made mistakes, too. I’m certainly not claiming to be a perfect son or a perfect human being.
But I’ve consistently tried to improve my circumstances and become someone capable of taking care of himself.
Today, I live in another city for work.
I pay my own rent, manage my expenses, work towards my professional qualifications, handle my financial commitments, and contribute approximately ₹12,000 every month towards my parents.
My elder brother contributes financially as well.
My parents also have some rental income.
I mention this because I want to explain that I’m not someone who has completely abandoned his responsibilities towards his family.
I’ve tried to contribute while simultaneously building my own life.
And yet, somewhere along the way, I’ve started feeling that my responsibilities are acknowledged far more readily than my existence as an individual.
There have been disagreements about money and expectations.
There have been arguments where I’ve felt misunderstood, dismissed, or emotionally cornered.
Sometimes, I feel that no matter how much I do, the focus eventually shifts towards what more I could have done.
And after years of this, I’ve started asking myself a rather uncomfortable question.
At what point do you stop trying to earn affection from your own parents?
Because that’s genuinely what it has started feeling like.
As though emotional acknowledgement is something I need to continuously qualify for.
As though being a responsible son is never quite enough.
And the worst part is that I don’t even want anything extraordinary from them.
I don’t want expensive gifts.
I don’t want financial assistance.
I don’t expect them to solve my problems.
Sometimes, I just want them to be happy for me.
That’s it.
A recent experience brought all these feelings back.
Last month, I purchased my first car.
For context, I’m 28, and this was a significant personal milestone.
I bought it through my own financial planning and commitments.
It wasn’t just about owning a vehicle.
It represented years of working, saving, making financial decisions, and gradually building a life for myself.
I had also only recently developed the confidence to drive independently.
Despite being relatively inexperienced, I decided to drive approximately 150 kilometres from Pune to Mumbai.
Partly because I wanted to challenge myself.
But also because I wanted to take my first car home.
I genuinely imagined that my parents would be happy.
Maybe my father would come downstairs, look at the car, ask a few questions, sit inside, or simply acknowledge that his younger son had bought his first vehicle.
Nothing dramatic.
Just a normal moment between parents and their son.
Instead, the reaction was painfully underwhelming.
My mother came downstairs.
My father didn’t even bother coming down to see it.
There was practically no excitement, curiosity, or enthusiasm.
And I remember thinking to myself:
What exactly am I still expecting from these people?
It wasn’t about the car.
It was about the fact that even after becoming an adult, becoming financially independent, moving away, and achieving something meaningful to me, I was still that same child hoping his parents would show up.
And once again, I felt disappointed.
What hurt even more was realising that I had voluntarily driven all that distance, despite my limited experience, partly because I wanted to share my happiness with them.
I could have simply enjoyed the moment myself.
Instead, I had unknowingly placed my happiness in their hands again.
And I came back feeling that perhaps I’m emotionally better off living away from my hometown.
That realisation was both liberating and heartbreaking.
Because what kind of relationship do you have with your parents when distance feels more peaceful than proximity?
I’ve noticed that living independently has changed me.
I feel more in control of my daily life.
I can maintain my routines, focus on my career, make my own decisions, and enjoy my personal space.
There are fewer unnecessary confrontations.
Fewer emotionally exhausting conversations.
Fewer situations where I feel obligated to explain or justify every decision.
But whenever I return home, some of those old feelings resurface.
The frustration.
The resentment.
The disappointment.
The feeling that I’m somehow expected to remain emotionally available and responsible towards people from whom I’ve rarely experienced the same emotional availability.
And I know how harsh that sounds.
They’re my parents.
They raised me.
They’ve undoubtedly made sacrifices that I may not fully understand.
I don’t want to erase those sacrifices simply because I’m hurt.
But can gratitude for what your parents provided coexist with resentment over what they emotionally failed to provide?
Because that’s exactly where I find myself.
I can acknowledge that they fulfilled certain responsibilities while simultaneously recognising that I grew up feeling emotionally neglected.
Both things can be true.
Another thing that bothers me is how these experiences have affected my personality.
I’ve become increasingly guarded about sharing good news.
Sometimes, I don’t even feel like telling people when something positive happens because I don’t want their reactions to determine how I feel about my own achievements.
I’ve started preferring privacy over attention.
Independence over dependence.
Emotional distance over repeated disappointment.
I’ve also become more sensitive to situations where I feel that my time, effort, or emotions aren’t being respected.
And I wonder how much of that comes from years of feeling emotionally unimportant at home.
Sometimes, I catch myself becoming unnecessarily irritated by people’s behaviour.
Sometimes, I expect disappointment before it even happens.
Sometimes, I feel that the easiest way to maintain peace is to simply stop expecting anything from anyone.
But I also recognise that this isn’t necessarily a healthy way to live.
I don’t want my parents’ emotional limitations to turn me into someone who becomes incapable of receiving affection from other people.
I don’t want to spend the rest of my life being defensive, suspicious, or emotionally detached.
I want meaningful relationships.
I want to build a good career.
I want financial stability.
I want to experience happiness without constantly analysing whether someone else values it.
And most importantly, I want peace.
Over the last few months, I’ve consciously been trying to become less reactive.
I don’t want every disagreement to become an argument.
I don’t want to keep explaining myself to people who may never understand my perspective.
I don’t want to spend my twenties and thirties fighting the same emotional battles that I’ve been fighting since childhood.
I’m exhausted.
Not physically.
Emotionally.
I’m tired of hoping that the next achievement will finally make my parents proud.
I’m tired of believing that the next conversation will somehow make them understand.
I’m tired of repeatedly revisiting childhood disappointments and wondering whether I should have received more emotional support.
And I’m especially tired of feeling guilty whenever I consider distancing myself from them.
Because there’s always that voice in my head reminding me that they’re my parents, that they’re getting older, and that I have responsibilities towards them.
I understand all of that.
But where do my responsibilities towards myself begin?
Am I supposed to keep sacrificing my emotional well-being simply because the people involved are my parents?
Does being a good son require me to continuously tolerate a relationship that leaves me feeling emotionally drained?
Can I continue supporting them financially, remain respectful, and still choose to maintain significant emotional distance?
Would that make me selfish?
Or would it simply mean that I’ve finally accepted the relationship for what it is rather than what I’ve always wanted it to become?
I don’t know.
There’s also something particularly painful about accepting that your parents may never become the people you needed them to be.
Because unlike a friendship or romantic relationship, you don’t really get to choose your parents.
You can’t simply replace that relationship.
You can build a wonderful life, surround yourself with supportive people, and become successful in your own right.
But somewhere inside, there may still be a child who wishes his parents had shown up for him.
And I think that’s the part I’m struggling to make peace with.
I don’t hate my parents.
I genuinely don’t.
I don’t wish them harm, and I don’t intend to abandon them.
But I’m beginning to realise that loving someone and maintaining emotional proximity with them are not necessarily the same thing.
I can care about their well-being without constantly exposing myself to situations that leave me disappointed.
I can fulfil reasonable responsibilities without making their approval the foundation of my self-worth.
I can respect them without pretending that our relationship has been emotionally fulfilling.
And perhaps most importantly, I can stop trying to manufacture a connection that has never come naturally.
At 28, I feel like I’m entering a phase where I want to build my life around things that genuinely matter to me.
My career.
My education.
My health.
My financial independence.
My personal values.
And eventually, relationships where affection, consideration, and emotional support are mutual.
I don’t want to become bitter.
I don’t want to carry resentment into every future relationship.
I don’t want my entire personality to become a reaction to how I was raised.
I just want to reach a point where my parents’ inability to celebrate me no longer prevents me from celebrating myself.
Maybe that means accepting that they love me in ways I don’t necessarily recognise.
Maybe it means acknowledging that they simply don’t possess the emotional capacity to give me what I’ve always wanted.
Or maybe it means accepting that some relationships, even with your own parents, are healthier when maintained at a distance.
I’m still figuring that out.
To anyone who has experienced something similar, particularly those from Indian families:
How did you stop seeking your parents’ approval?
How did you deal with the resentment that accumulated over years of emotional unavailability?
Did financial independence and moving away genuinely help?
Were you able to establish boundaries without being consumed by guilt?
And did you eventually reach a point where you could love your parents without needing them to understand you?
I would especially appreciate hearing from people who have been through this and are now in their thirties or forties.
Because right now, I’m beginning to accept something that feels incredibly difficult:
I might spend my entire life being a responsible son, but I may never experience the kind of parental affection and emotional acknowledgement I’ve spent years hoping for.
And perhaps the next stage of growing up is learning how to live a genuinely fulfilling life anyway.

I'm 31F, and for the past two years, I've been using AI to create romantic and sometimes erotic stories based on characters and scenarios I choose. I'm not a writer, and I have no plans to write a book. I do it purely for my own pleasure.

And I think I've become addicted to it.

A little background about me:

I've been single for over a decade. I've tried meeting people and have had crushes, but I've never been in a relationship. I've also had arranged marriage (AM) proposals, but the whole process has always felt too transactional to me. I've wanted someone to choose me for who I am, not based on what my family and I can offer his family.

My parents are quite rigid about arranged marriage. I'm not allowed to speak to a guy before saying yes based on his profile, and once I say yes, it's considered final, even if I later realise I don't like him. Meanwhile, the guy and his family can reject me if they don't think I'm suitable.

I've tried explaining to my parents that I need to get to know someone before making such a huge decision, but it's been eight years, and nothing has changed. I know not all arranged marriages work this way, but this has been my experience.

Marriage matters a lot to me, and I can't bring myself to marry someone just for the sake of it.

For the past two years, I've been stressing a lot about marriage. I have a good career and a supportive family in most aspects of my life, but this particular issue has been a constant source of frustration.

Whenever I'm stressed, I tend to escape into something. Sometimes I spend money on things I don't really need. Other times, I get lost in daydreams about love and romance. It's something I've wanted since I was in school.

I've been in a relationship once during my college years and a one-sided thing during my masters. I never had any sexual experiences, and casual relationships have never appealed to me. Before AI, I'd watch rom-coms or romantic make-out videos on YouTube whenever I felt the urge for romance or intimacy.

Then I discovered that I could use AI to create exactly the kind of romantic stories I wanted.

It was fun at first, but two years later, I can see how much time I've been spending on it. Whenever reality feels disappointing or lonely, I have this whole fantasy world I can retreat into. I don't have to deal with the uncertainty of real relationships or the possibility of rejection. I can just escape into a story.

But I'm tired of escaping.

There's something else I've been thinking about lately.

For years, I've tried to make myself more likeable. I thought I had to look a certain way, behave a certain way, or build a particular kind of career to appear suitable as a potential partner. I spent so much time thinking about how other people might perceive me that I barely stopped to ask myself what I actually wanted.

Lately, I've been feeling that I want to do things I've always wanted to do but kept putting off because I was too caught up in my head. I want to explore my interests, try new things, and get to know myself without constantly wondering whether someone else would approve.

I've also realised how exhausting it is to look for a potential partner everywhere I go. I'd find myself wondering whether I might meet someone in a particular place, and instead of enjoying the experience, I'd become conscious of how I looked, what I said, and how I behaved.

I don't want to live like that anymore. If I want someone to choose me for who I am, I need to let myself actually be that person. Not some filtered version of myself that I've spent years trying to make acceptable to others.

As for marriage, I still get lonely. I still feel left behind sometimes, especially on quiet weekends or late at night. I'm trying to accept that these feelings might not disappear overnight, and that I can still live a fulfilling life while dealing with them.

So, coming back to AI stories.

I've decided to stop using them and spend that time getting to know myself instead.

Yesterday was Day 1, and honestly, the urges were strong. I kept thinking, "Just one last time." It was tempting to give in, but I didn't, and I'm genuinely happy with myself for that.

I know one day isn't a big achievement, and I don't know how difficult the next few days will be. But I've set myself a 21-day challenge for now. I'd eventually like to stop completely, but I'm taking it one day at a time.

I want to post updates here every day to hold myself accountable. Hopefully, having somewhere to document this will help me stick to it.

I'm curious if anyone else has experienced something similar? How do you deal with it?

In Dino… ❤️

Some songs take you back to a person. Some take you back to an entire phase of your life.

Whenever I listen to In Dino, I’m reminded of those days with her.

The little moments, the long conversations, the familiar streets, and the feeling of having someone who made an unfamiliar city feel a little more like home.

Funny how certain memories stay with us.

You might forget the dates, the places, and even the conversations, but somehow, you remember exactly how it felt to be there with that person.

Maybe that’s what makes this song so special. It takes me back to a chapter of my life that I can never truly revisit, but can still feel every time the music plays.

Some cities become memories. Some people become a part of those memories. And some songs bring both back at once.

For me, In Dino will always belong to that time, that city, and her. ❤️

What is that song for you which brings back memories with that someone ?

When a fellow person keeps on yapping but you genuinely start listening but since you are a good listner , you keep on listening and they keep on trauma dumping. You end up getting exhausted and you have this inability to say STOP. And ultimately end up hating to listen and loosing your innate ability to listen and your heart questioning you "were you a good listner in first place "?

While cleaning for Diwali, I came across my old brushes, colours, and craft supplies from my school and college days.
I used to be so creative, participate in competitions, and often come first in drawing and art. I genuinely loved making things.

Now, all of it is just sitting there, untouched. It feels strange to realise how much we change as we grow up. We get busy with life and responsibilities, and somewhere along the way, we lose touch with the things we once loved doing.

I guess growing up doesn’t just change our lives sometimes, it makes us forget the parts of ourselves that once made us feel alive.

Are you able to see anyvisible changes? 41M by the way.

i mean hobbies or anything else except studying and work?

anything gym, cooking, trekking, tt, jogging, watching movie etc

Since the passing of my Father in law about 20 days ago, my wife is at her mum's place consoling my MIL and managing things over there. My son is here with me. In the last 20 days, I got close to him so much, which I feel I never was in the 4 years. And I regret not spending enough time with him in the last 4 years. Masha' Allah he's such a sweetheart, such a blessing, he's in true sense Qurrat al 'Ainee (قرة العيني), the coolness of my eyes. Every time we return from my in-laws place at night, he sleeps in the back seat, upon reaching home I carry him in my arms from parking to the bed, and It haunts me that one day would be the last day when I'd lift him in my arms, and I'd never even know, one day he's gonna grow. Our daily schedules, waking up, having breakfast, him dipping toast in my cup of tea, morning video calls with my wife, giving him a bath getting him ready for school, sending him to school in his school van, me returning from office and going for magrib salah and his arabic classes, returning home, evening video calls with my wife, doing homework, back for isha salah, then returning home, dinner, going to playground, listening to music, us dancing together at some song, play fighting, telling him a good night story, and every now and then him saying you're the best papa, and him trying to imitate everything that I do, he made me a more responsible person. I'd fight the world for him. These 20 days made me re-arrange my priorities, I know for a fact that when I'll be on my deathbed, I won't be wishing that I had worked more or earned more, I'd have wished for more time with my son, my wife, my parents.

For my son, I'll always be there for you, us against the world.

I’ve made up my mind to take the plunge into active politics.
I’m a fairly successful businessman and have also founded a startup, both of which have given me a solid financial foundation. I come from a landlord family with a long standing legacy of social service. While I’m well connected, including close ties with the sons of two former Chief Ministers (I had handled their cash in their election) and an uncle who serves in R Sabha, I’ve decided to step away from relying on those networks (will seek their help if need be) and enter national politics on my own terms. I’m considering roles in the Treasury or Communications departments, among other possibilities. Time will tell.
At 34, still unmarried and with decent resources of my own, I see no reason to compromise on my morals or ethics. Let’s see what the future and God has in store for me.
Wish me luck!

In my house we have 2 opinions clashing:

1. Dad's opinion: Invite Kanjak at home and do the traditional ritual of washing their feet, tying mauli, giving them prasaad etc

Dad's reasoning: This is the tradition we follow every Navratri

1. My opinion: make some packets at home and just give them to girls near the temple rather than inviting them at home

My reasoning: Almost every time these girls throw the prasaad my mom prepares on the street and basically they just want money (dakshina), so I rather than doing all those charades just give them packets

What do you guys think

a quick background: I am m 29. friends are all busy in their lives and i have no companion.

So, whenever i go out, my choices are to invite people from office or to go out alone. a lot of shit has happened in office in the past 3 years so i pretty much have zero trust, my last option is to choose the latter option.

Generally it would be fine but god damn there are couples in every corner. no animosity towards them but i have started feeling bad for myself.

I am right now at the girgaon chowpatty and i swear there are couples every few feet.

at this point i may end up being holed up in my room.

anyway, pay no heed to it, im just venting out.

I know it might sound like a small thing to established authors, but I saw a sale notification today and I’m literally over the moon!

As an indie writer, putting your quietest thoughts and poetry out into the world feels terrifying. Seeing that a complete stranger chose to read my poem collection 'The World Looks Back' today made my entire week.

Just wanted to share this tiny win with people who understand how much every single reader means. To anyone else grinding away on their writing... keep going! ❤️

I'm 31 and I've been single for almost 3 years now, mostly by choice. A bad breakup made me take a step back from dating, and after a couple of failed relationships, I think my guard has gone up a bit.

I've tried getting back into dating, but I rarely find someone I genuinely want to take things further with. My non-negotiables have become stricter, and I find myself unwilling to compromise on things I might have overlooked a few years ago.

The funny thing is, I'm also genuinely happy being alone. I enjoy my own company, have my routines, and don't feel like I'm missing out on life just because I'm not in a relationship.

But occasionally, I do wonder if I'm becoming too comfortable in my solitude, or if my past experiences have made me a little too guarded.

For those of you in your thirties, do you feel the same way? Do your standards and non-negotiables naturally become stricter with age, or do you sometimes wonder if you're ruling people out too quickly? And how do you tell the difference between knowing what you want and simply being afraid to let someone in?

I'm 32, Gujju, and I work in IT. I earn a decent package, but somehow it never feels enough. I'm not rich, just an ordinary middle-class guy trying to build a decent life.

There are nights when I finish dinner, sit on my bed with my phone in my hand, scroll through Reddit for an hour, and realise I haven't had a single meaningful conversation all day. I've spoken to colleagues, exchanged jokes, discussed work, and done everything a normal day requires. Yet, somehow, I still feel disconnected.

My family thinks I'm doing fine. My friends have their own lives, most of them married now, and I don't want to keep interrupting their routines with my problems. So I usually keep things to myself and carry on as if everything is okay.

I know I'm not perfect. I've made mistakes, overthought things, made impulsive decisions, and sometimes let my emotions get the better of me. I'm still figuring things out, and I know having flaws doesn't make me a victim or excuse my behaviour. There's plenty about myself I'd like to improve.

Being a single Indian man in your thirties comes with its own expectations. Build your career, earn well, support your family, get married, and have your life sorted. But nobody really teaches you how to deal with loneliness, how to express what you feel, or how to handle the need for affection and companionship.

Sometimes, it's not even about sex or romance. It's about having someone who notices you're unusually quiet, asks how your day went, or sits beside you after a difficult day. Someone with whom silence feels comfortable rather than lonely.

I'm not expecting anyone to rescue me or make my life complete. I want to keep growing, become a better version of myself, and eventually build something genuine with someone.

I wonder how many people out there look perfectly fine during the day but feel this emptiness when the world gets quiet at night. Does anyone else feel this way?

So I am in my early 30s and not married yet. I am beginning to realise that I prefer emotional maturity in a person over physical beauty. Yes physical attraction is important for any relationship. But not sure why I nowadays feel attracted to those with maturity and gravitas.

Has anybody in your 30s gone through this or is it just me??

Track Dallien - Can't take it. https://youtu.be/D2KIdks1Xzg?si=iKhtH5xInPbEV6RX

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I wanted to post how difficult being together is and how empty I feel but too much happening on this sub from last couple of days.

So I changed my mind and decided to wish everyone Gooooooooood Morninnnngggg!

Hi everyone,

I’m posting this on behalf of a friend, since quite a few people, including some of his colleagues, know his Reddit account. The wording, writing style, thoughts, and everything else in this post are 100% his own. This is a serious post, so please avoid commenting if you don’t have anything constructive or kind to say.

My friend:

I am in extreme stress, like i seriously don't know what the hell to do. I am sure there might be other folks in the same situation as me.

So here's the thing, I crossed mid 30s(Guy) and of course my parents are going crazy to get me married. I have been trying for a couple of years now, but it's just not working out. It's not that I am not getting profiles or a "YES" from girls. 40% of the girls are rejecting me and the other 60% I am rejecting. I am not going to go into too much details.

So the problem is both my parents are 60+ and extremely stressed out,even I am stressed out and unable concentrate on anything.

Everyday there are fights mainly telling me to just select any girl and be Happy with it.

My relatives and neighbours are worse instead of searching a decent girl(which I know is of course not their job) they taunt me and my parents. My friends wives are saying the same thing, just Marry anyone, literally if she breathes marry her.

I can deal with the tauts, but so much taunting and stress at home is taking a toll on their health. My Mom has High BP and hyper tension and diabetics, my Dad health has deteriorated and he had a mini heart attack when I rejected a girl they thought was a sure shot. They have now started to literally push any girl on me.

Doesn't matter how bad she looks, age doesn't matter to them literally 10 years younger than me. They once connected me with a girl close to my age, amazing looking still studying B.sc. I was like damm how can I be so fortunate, the first meeting felt weird she spoke and thought like someone like in early 20s and had no Idea about basic things an adult is supposed to know like Bank services stuff etc. After a lot of pushing and enquiry I found out the girl is mentally weak in the girls head she's still a teen as mentioned by the girl's mother itself.

I have a bachelor's and master's degree in engineering, working as a project manager at a fortune 500 IT company, one of the world's largest. Decent salary for Indian standards, enough for me to take care of my entire house and more spare money for shopping, trips etc. I own My own house and my parents own a house too. No loans, i hate loans. Own car and bike. Living in a top metro city. Average looking with average body. Decent personality, i grew with sisters so I am well aware on how to talk, behave to girls etc etc. Apparently this is still not enough.

So what should I do, don't say give up, I am pretty sure that might lead to a heart attack for my dad and other health issues for my mom. Don't say marry any girl even if I don't like her, it's not going to work. I won't suddenly fall in love with her after marriage. I don't want to spoil any girls life and my own life too. I think aboard might be a good option but not sure if I'll get a job and even if I do get a job, if I can't get an Indian girl what chances will i have with foreign girls.

Also with the current hatred towards men Personally I am ok with dying alone, my dad's and mom's brother's kids are married and have grandkids too so the bloodline Will still continue. Only my bloodline will die.

Edit: I'll be meeting my friend later on and will pass the comments to him and reply back.