Disclaimer : The post you are about to read is from a girl
who is hopelessly in love. As such, this post may contain high dose of
cheesy lines and mushy –gushy expressions.
Another giant leap in my life. On 20th August I
got engaged to the man I love. Not many people were aware of my love life as I
decided to keep everything under wrap until the engagement. In fact a few of my
good friends relentlessly bugged me to reveal the mysterious man but no avail.
I had only one answer for them “ wait
till 20th August”. Finally,
the whole world (that’s exaggeration) witnessed me getting engaged. So, with
this I have changed my FB status to
‘engaged’ which means I am no longer subjected to random friend requests and
flirtatious messages. Most of my
colleagues were shocked to know that it is an arranged marriage for me as in
their own words “I don’t look like someone who would agree for arranged
marriage”. Don’t ask me why. I have
always believed in arranged marriages and I do now more than ever J
The arranged marriages nowadays are so different from the
one my parents had. While some people only saw their spouses on the wedding
day, my parents saw each other few times before getting married. But those were
just meetings where no conversation was allowed and you see each other from
100m distance (or further than that). I am lucky as I was given the fullest
liberty in my marriage decision. I had
my own terms and conditions which I followed rigidly though once in a while my
parents tried to talk me into approving the random guys they chose. The
foremost thing I hate about arranged marriage is serving coffee to random guys.
Thank God I had to do that only once in my life as the second guy who tried the
coffee is now my husband.
I believe in destiny and I strongly believe that that touch
of magic brought us together. Almost 4 years ago ( 2008) when I was still in
Sydney during my regular weekend call back to home, mum told me about a
proposal brought by her cousin. I was least interested in marriage that time so
I did not give a second thought and said no. Even my parents felt it was too
early to get me married off. Then, I forgot about it and came back home after
finishing my studies overseas. A year
later, I was in my final year when my mum’s cousin’s wife came to my house to
invite us to her daughter’s wedding.
While the ladies were catching up she again mentioned about the same
proposal and told us that the guy and his family would be attending the wedding
and we could meet them if we wanted to. Somehow whatever she said did not
register in my mind but we still attended the wedding the thoughts about the
guy did not flash in my mind at all.
Then, after few months my mum fell into the typical Indian
mothers’ category when she started looking hunting for a prospective groom. After numerous
proposals, the same proposal came again. Third time lucky I guess. Before I
could stop and breathe, I am already married. When I think about it again, we
both attended the same wedding and spent hours in the wedding but did not bump
into each other or even if we did, we did not ‘notice’ each other. Life is
indeed mysterious J
and keeps on throwing surprises at us J
Oh yeah did I mention this? During our first meeting I was
kind of pissed off at him. I had a small disagreement with my dad over the
so-called-meeting before I went to see him. Well,I was kind of nervous meeting
him and was a little bit hesitant and dad was upset that I was showing ‘the-disinterested-face’ and behaving like I was being forced into
marriage. So he raised his voice at me (he still says that he did not raise his
voice and it was the normal pitch). Being daddy’s girl, I can’t take it when my
dad is angry/disappointed or upset with me. So, tears started strolling down
and my parents were so shocked to see me weeping. Dad came to me wiped away the
tears and fed me ( the whole saga happened because I refused to take my lunch
as I was nervous). So, I went to meet him cursing silently that he made me cry
even before meeting him. And whatever happened after that will remain etched in
our memories J
