Along these two years of marriage many a times we have been asked "is yours a love marriage" to which G smiles and says no and to which i make my eyes round n big and say "noooo we met on jeevansaathi"
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
When my parents told me one fine day, that i should get married and should be looking out for options, i was asked if i prefer anyone..On hearing me say no , my mother let out a sigh of relief and told baba" ohh i knew it, our daughter will always leave this important decision on us " The last time i tried taking the decision on my own, i ended up engaged to a guy, spent all my youth n my baby love and ended with a broken engagement in 6 months and of course, i ended up with a quote written on my forehead "All men are C**** "
After more than a year of jeevansaathi profile ID number exchange, meeting around 6 different charlies ( One of those charlies further sent a friend request to G after we got married) every two months, realising that you need to stay away from certain IIT ,IIM kinds, i knew what i wanted. I knew there is nothing called love, i enjoyed watching movies like "I Am Legend" and quit reading mush!
what i wanted was my own flat by the age of 30, huge French windows, a black lab, a Silver Mini Cooper and yes in time, get myself artificially inseminated and have babies..yeah..i love babies, and i dont care much about the means of getting them!! Yes i forgot to add, my flat would be in central london perhaps and with a larder stacked with macvities and greeen tea.
But things changed on 10th November 2007, forever. i stood waiting at the window waiting for the new Mukherjee guy to come, and as he got out of the car i screamed at my ma" His father sent us a photo without a moustache but look HE HAS A MOUSTACHE!!!! "
My parents were forewarned not to even consider men with moustaches or ones who could not speak good English..of course the list was longer but these were mandates.
I never believed in love at first sight, actually dont know if ours was love at first sight or not, cuz the moment he sat across me at the table, i said to myself "awww he is soo nice" mind you, by now he had not even opened his mouth. As we spent more time i dint get what i had expected. I wanted romantic messages, i wanted loving mails, i wanted surprise gifts, i expected white lillies at my office, i expected cute status messages on Orkut, i wanted more scraps on Orkut..
But i got more ...G sat quitely and listened to em as we sat by the Bandra Bandstand, as i rattled how my day went, he would slow down his pace as i walked in my heels, he would come late so i could sneek 5 minutes of make up before he came, he spoke about his family, he told me how the New Year fireworks in Germany was seeming incomplete, he wrote me a message while coming back to India saying "Next time we would travel together" As i stayed alone home one night, when my parents left for Jamshedpur for our wedding preparations he promised he would never leave me alone, he shared with me his plans of buying a house in Pune, he asked me if i like cane furniture or not and suddenly i realised..this is what people say is Love. its the silent desire to hold him, but feeling shy. Its about listening to every word i say and think about it when he goes to bed, its about thinking of saving some more money so we could have a grand honeymoon, its about quiting heels and moving to flats so you can walk with him, its about knowing a person.
Love is not about gifts and candle light, its about what you talk of for hours when there is no electricity and you can keep talking. Love is not about expensive eating outs but thanking god for the quick Maggi he makes for you when you are tired. It is about sending that message before his flight takes off " Have a nice flight and text me once you reach..i will wait" and smiling you see him calling after he lands.
So this blog is for all of you who send me mails and ask me how do you know its love, you will know its love when you sit by a beach at night and suddenly wish he was there, when you have 500 bucks in your wallet and instead of buying a t-shirt for yourself, you pick up those floaters he wanted. Its about becoming blind to his shortcomings and being strong to forgive his mistakes. Its about picking your cell phone every half and hour to see if he messaged. Its about setting a hello tune that could perhaps describe your relation, its about waking up one fine day and asking " Has he also woken up...lemme call n see"
Its about realising that his hands are the most wonderful things i have ever felt on my skin!! !
And its still love when he puts on his black shirt and gels his hair, smelling of DKNY and your skirt flies up!!! you faint ..get up again and say "wow i love this man!!"
PS for G baby: holding your hand IS the most amazing thing i do all day baby !!