I don’t know why I never looked back at my own blog for three years. It’s December 2010 and I feel I have forgotten how to type long accounts of the goings-on in my life but well, one needs to try, right?
So, what all has happened in these years? To begin with, I have aged significantly. No, seriously… I feel old as a hag on temple steps. But not in a bad way though. I have changed jobs and my line of profession to a certain degree (radio to television, but I am still a writer, albeit of different things) and I have made new friends (who are fewer in number compared to those I have lost along the way); nope, no regrets there. I like losing touch with those who don’t need me or who I don’t need. It’s easier to manage things that way. More so, a possible meeting and conversation with these lost friends in a vague party, does not feel too awkward if doors are left open. Usually, the only two words that are enough to start a chat are, “Long time?” The rest takes care of itself. Anyway, I digress.
If there is any significant change that is worth a mention, is that I am now very happily married. I have had a wonderful relationship with a nice girl who I now proudly introduce to one and all as my wife, Meghana. I think we have the shortest love story and that speaks nothing of the largeness of our lives together as man and wife. We met at work. We travelled together. We fell in love with each other. We mentioned it to the respective families and bla-ba-da-boom! We got engaged and married (with blessings from everyone… no masala there). But that I think was only the beginning. What came after the wedding was truly an experience.
Our honeymoon was in Italy where we enjoyed the crisp air and crisper pizza dough, soft gentle rains like the pasta at a small cozy tavern, a quiet time that sat undisturbed in bottles of red-wine on tables and long walks on swirly roads hugging the mountain-sides like spaghetti clings to the fork. We saw passion for art and nonchalant teenagers from varied origins walking right past it. We witnessed streets filled with people and cobbled stone lanes bereft of life. Sunny days that had no trace of heat and the rain felt cold and warm all at once. We saw the country-side and the major cities and felt like aliens in a somewhat familiar land. But all in all, we fell in love with a new country and a little more in love with each other. That was really the beginning of our love story.
When I was younger, I have had my share of musings with the fairer sex. And in those experiences I had learnt how important it is to find a friend to be with rather than struggling to convince a friend to be more. In the times when I was single, I dreamt of having a wife who would be that friend… idealistic is it not? Every matured man may look for someone like that. A friend to live with and every man who has claimed to find that perfect match has ended up confessing to a “marriage” rather than that “friendship” he desired. Not me, though. I am married to my friend for almost two years now and it is an awesome ride. We are the kind of people who care not for what conventional marriages are “supposed” to be. Where couples fight over adjustments, we adjust over our disagreement to fight with each other. Of course there are arguments and then there are conclusions; very conclusive closures. And then, a sea of love follows such 30 minute discussions. Egos? Yes, of course, those do clash too but the thing that means happiness to the other, takes precedence and soon the egos give in to a kind word of forgiveness, begged and granted in an instance.
I don’t mean to harp about my wife as if she was perfect but her imperfections are what I fell in love with and I still love dearly. It makes her human. She is not pretentious, nor absurdly forthcoming. She is not clumsy (a bit forgetful but that’s OK). She loves to love and hates to hate. Demands little and provides more, speaks a lot yet listens with as much passion and most importantly, holds no emotion back. I dreamt of having a wife that had a passion to live with enthusiasm despite any odd conditions. That dream has come true for me. I love my wife for everything that she is… but I love her even more for everything that she is not. I dedicate this post to her.
Thank you Meghana, for being what I always wanted my wife to be. I love you and always will, promise!
So, what all has happened in these years? To begin with, I have aged significantly. No, seriously… I feel old as a hag on temple steps. But not in a bad way though. I have changed jobs and my line of profession to a certain degree (radio to television, but I am still a writer, albeit of different things) and I have made new friends (who are fewer in number compared to those I have lost along the way); nope, no regrets there. I like losing touch with those who don’t need me or who I don’t need. It’s easier to manage things that way. More so, a possible meeting and conversation with these lost friends in a vague party, does not feel too awkward if doors are left open. Usually, the only two words that are enough to start a chat are, “Long time?” The rest takes care of itself. Anyway, I digress.
If there is any significant change that is worth a mention, is that I am now very happily married. I have had a wonderful relationship with a nice girl who I now proudly introduce to one and all as my wife, Meghana. I think we have the shortest love story and that speaks nothing of the largeness of our lives together as man and wife. We met at work. We travelled together. We fell in love with each other. We mentioned it to the respective families and bla-ba-da-boom! We got engaged and married (with blessings from everyone… no masala there). But that I think was only the beginning. What came after the wedding was truly an experience.
Our honeymoon was in Italy where we enjoyed the crisp air and crisper pizza dough, soft gentle rains like the pasta at a small cozy tavern, a quiet time that sat undisturbed in bottles of red-wine on tables and long walks on swirly roads hugging the mountain-sides like spaghetti clings to the fork. We saw passion for art and nonchalant teenagers from varied origins walking right past it. We witnessed streets filled with people and cobbled stone lanes bereft of life. Sunny days that had no trace of heat and the rain felt cold and warm all at once. We saw the country-side and the major cities and felt like aliens in a somewhat familiar land. But all in all, we fell in love with a new country and a little more in love with each other. That was really the beginning of our love story.
When I was younger, I have had my share of musings with the fairer sex. And in those experiences I had learnt how important it is to find a friend to be with rather than struggling to convince a friend to be more. In the times when I was single, I dreamt of having a wife who would be that friend… idealistic is it not? Every matured man may look for someone like that. A friend to live with and every man who has claimed to find that perfect match has ended up confessing to a “marriage” rather than that “friendship” he desired. Not me, though. I am married to my friend for almost two years now and it is an awesome ride. We are the kind of people who care not for what conventional marriages are “supposed” to be. Where couples fight over adjustments, we adjust over our disagreement to fight with each other. Of course there are arguments and then there are conclusions; very conclusive closures. And then, a sea of love follows such 30 minute discussions. Egos? Yes, of course, those do clash too but the thing that means happiness to the other, takes precedence and soon the egos give in to a kind word of forgiveness, begged and granted in an instance.
I don’t mean to harp about my wife as if she was perfect but her imperfections are what I fell in love with and I still love dearly. It makes her human. She is not pretentious, nor absurdly forthcoming. She is not clumsy (a bit forgetful but that’s OK). She loves to love and hates to hate. Demands little and provides more, speaks a lot yet listens with as much passion and most importantly, holds no emotion back. I dreamt of having a wife that had a passion to live with enthusiasm despite any odd conditions. That dream has come true for me. I love my wife for everything that she is… but I love her even more for everything that she is not. I dedicate this post to her.
Thank you Meghana, for being what I always wanted my wife to be. I love you and always will, promise!
