3 Years and counting...

Today apparently marks the 3rrd anniversary of the day when I first met my wifey… A lot of people find it very hard to digest that ours is an ‘arranged marriage’ this means that our parents ‘arranged’ for us to meet before we hit it off…

I wouldn’t forget that day… I was still recovering from my devastatingly bad breakup from an ex-flame. I had decided to go to my parents’ home and recuperate from the emotional, mental, intellectual, spiritual and every other ‘al’ drain…

The first 2 days I was there, I spent my time lazing in front of the idiot box and catching up on all my reading… I reread my collection of Richard Bach books for a super boost since they usually help me out when I am feeling low.

On the third day, sometime in the afternoon post lunch when I was sprawled in my bedroom sleeping with a book; my mum unceremoniously announced that someone has come to visit me. Well since I was at home and I didn’t expect any visitors I was dressed in my usual ‘ghar ka attire’ ganji and chaddis I step out in the living room and find a pretty looking girl sitting on the couch with a bunch of flowers, I jog my brain trying to place her in my memory… was she an ex classmate? A friend from my old college? Someone who I worked with? But all the slots came blank… she was a beautiful stranger.

She introduced herself and I went through an immediate whirlwind of emotions… first anger (why did my mum try to set me up with someone when she knows that I came home to recover from a breakup?) then blushing (first time she came to meet me and I am dressed in tanks and shorts?) and then elation (yaar ladki to badi sundar hai)

We sat and talked random things for a while and then she left… leaving me wanting for more…

The next morning she called, she wanted to meet me again! We decided to catch-up over coffee… I had a haunt whenever I was in Ahmedabad and that was a café called Mocha, I invited her to meet me there.

We met sometime in the morning, around 10ish ordered coffees and started talking… after a while I ordered a hookah (this was more of a test to check if she agrees to me smoking or not) and to my utter surprise, shock and elation she didn’t mind but actually joined in! Wow, I do like this girl...

And then I felt as if I was talking to a long lost friend… in fact we had a lot of friends in common! Couple of her school friends were my girlfriends in college and some of my school friends were her friends in college. We talked and talked and talked some more…

By the time we realized that we have had buckets full of coffee, stomachs full of chow and lungs full of the hookah smoke it was already past 6 in the evening! We had spent over 7 hours on our first date! And there still was a feeling that there was a lot of catching up to do…

We met everyday for the next 4 days and on the fifth day we decided that we are ready to spend the rest of our lives with each other. So on the 6th day we got engaged and early morning on the 8th day; I left back for Bangalore…

In four months we were married and since then, every day I wakeup smiling and thanking my stars that I decided to go for a 7 hour long coffee that morning…

...One Year...

This post is specifically dedicated to my lovely and loving wifey who has judiciously jhelo’d me since a year now…

Just last Friday we successfully, courageously and very blissfully completed a complete year of being married to each other. One year! Can you even believe me? Okay for the people who don’t know me… I am a very terrible person to live with, I actually make you go mad… and this woman has lived with me without losing any screws! In fact, she managed to actually tame me and bring me down to an acceptable ‘sane’ level!

I can vouch on being married now… this is one of those amazing experiences that I’d suggest everyone to go through at least once in their life… I am so happy and thankful to god that he hooked me up with my loving wifey and so thankful to my wifey that she agreed to get married to me.

Ours is a traditional ‘arranged Indian marriage’ with a strange twist! I had always been a staunch believer of going through a serious courtship for at least six months before you decide to marry any person. Against this, the wifey and I dated an exact five days at the end of which we had realized that we wanted to get married and spend the rest of our lives with each other.

Its just so much of peace that I feel when I am with her… life does start taking a specific shape and your actions are for a reason… suddenly you start ‘living’ instead of existing or surviving… life gets its meaning and you live and love for a reason.

Sounds like too much mush from me, no? I know… the wifey usually has this effect on me, every time I’m with her or I talk about her I usually get all mushy… she’ll completely deny it though…

Just wanted to publicly profess that I love her a lot and she is the reason that I’m sane, grounded, (almost) human, and the person that I am now… she is the reason for all my smiles and laughter, for my joy and my glee she is the one who made me turn into me!

Finally, a song by the Beatles to end this blog… just love the mush factor in this song… if you haven’t heard it yet, I suggest you give it a hear…

I give her all my love
That's all I do
And if you saw my love
You'd love her too
I love her

She gives me everything
And tenderly
The kiss my lover brings
She brings to me
And I love her

A love like ours
Could never die
As long as I
Have you near me

Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her

Bright are the stars that shine
Dark is the sky
I know this love of mine
Will never die
And I love her