Hope you enjoy reading this post as much as u enjoyed the first one.
Date: 5th feb'10
Blue falling boat neck, sleeveless, bootcut slited trouser, platform heels, open soft curls…all set to meet my inspiration…Sitting behind mom when she was driving Kinetic, needless to say at a speed that could never touch 40kmps. We landed to meet Mom's frnd's Son, I just hate this namste uncleji types gathering but modesty often leaves you with less options, In this case no option. She wanted me to meet him to take some gyaan to start preparing for MBA. What i witnessed was last thing expected.. Stylish angrezi acsent, 6 feet tall, broad shoulders, MBA, Army men was all just too impressive to be resisted by a gal from first year of college at the age of 16... Calling him "T***** bhaiya" was too brutal to my fantasies arousing...where i was completely lost(with blinking eyes), didn't even hear who's uttering what?
6 months...was time enough to make me live in his awe and then came 5th oct, my b'day..i never thought my interest for cooking will help making my dream come true...I met him at a coffee shop smth like a barista in-progress to offer self baked b'day cake..it was an eventful day started with a bunch of roses..ice tea..hell lot of nervousness (mainly because of my inability to deliver that angreji ascent and match his taste of music)...his comforting skills kept me engaged in d conversation nd convinced me enough to ditch my regular bummy chummy friends waiting in college to celebrate my b'day bash..3 hours with my ice tea got over with a proposal for long drive on CBZ...i was quite comfortable sitting behind him, started being chirpy, d usual me...clouds were chasing us..farms were following us...life could never be such perfect...we stopped at a hill, trekked over a lill... He looked straight into my eyes for a time period long enough to cause me goose bumps...nd asked me the colour of his eyes...by then I was anyways colour blind...
And d only thing that could broke my vision was that sound..."swati! i think I am falling in love with you"...........Yes! You read it right. My first crush..who was ruling Hrithik in my dreams since past 6 month "pppprrroposed" to me. How can I even be expected to stay in my senses? Ever heard of saansein tham gayi, pairo tale zameen nd stuff....And the kahani main twist was I quietly came back by telling him "i guess its just infatuation". Why? You mean...why the hell I did that?
Well I have no answer. Absolutely zilch. He went for another 6 months defence training and stuff. 2 sleepless nights gave me enough insight to rationalize my feelings..and the agenda for next 6 months was set..."Make myself deserving for him" that obviously meant... English ascent (its tough being an Indori), good music sense (I hope Nadeem shravan and Anu malik developed my aptitude enough), brand conscious (pocket money ki waatt)..all these so that thr is no embarrassment next time we meet. I started working on it as per plan..counting days and writing diary addressing him.... living each moment in conversation with him...
And thn came 6th march 2001, the much awaited date, not only for me but for all my close frnds who were excited to know the climax of this filmy story...everything was plan ke mutabik...My first Levis jeans (worth Rs 1600 don't even know how I cajoled my mom to purchase that), Pepe T's...3 inches high heels...all set with the number of gifts I purchased for him every month out of my pocket money...and a bunch of pink carnations...the day was running smooth after my initial heartbeat in my head reaction looking at him...and I came back to witness batteries of questions form all around...Swati, how was it?...uske honsh ude ke nahi?...wasn't he impressed?....And my answer was..
He already has a girlfrnd...obviosly, was I expecting that no gal will answer him the colour of his eyes in 6 months? ...but anyways did this ever stopped my frenzy for him.. na never...we used to keep chatting, atleast in my favrt “namaste uncleji gatherings”, even after his break-up (with a grinning smile).
Tonight, after 9 years, he is getting married. 9 yrs, time enough to mould me into the person I am (emotional & rational at d same time), time enough not to easily get impressed by dudes I keep coming across, time enough to do MBA (ha ha ha everythng started frm here), time enough to see him falling for me. Am in d train writing this, supposed to be in Indore as a special invitee but smhw i escaped.
I always knew this gonna happen..i thought m prepared for it…am I sad? Not exactly. Guess the feeling is just similar to the one I had when last time I purchased my Levis and on my way back home was confused if I made a mistake by not picking the one I left. Or may be little more intense. Anyways as I said modesty leaves you with less options, do I have any other option but to wish T****** A happy married life!
Cheers!
Friday, April 16, 2010
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
My first Marriage Encounter
Well, my 1st blog is the result of one of my random e-mail to few of my freinds. Sharing the same below. My sincere thanks to all of you who suggested me to publish this. ;)
Here is that e-mail....
Date: 17th Oct
Time: 3:30 pm
Hey Frndzz,
Hope you all r doing great and having absolute Fun.
If not much then try reading this mail and my first Marriage encounter. I am sharing this amazing feeling wid all of u.
Yes the arrival of so called ladke waale from our “samaaj”, at my place. Btw fyi, they are sitting downstairs nd am writing ths to all of u.
I was irritated as well as nervous since the time I got to knw bout ths guy engineer frm sm REC and wrkng in Dubai.. (yeah i can read that expression) ..is cmng to see me along with his family, I had never seen this guy before not even in photo. And stating the obvious, it was a typical mummy’s act whr all the sections/clauses were full of emotional attyachaar to coax one to utter nuthng less than a YES. And I did as required, by agreeing to her.
I was anyways nervous, on the top of it my 2-3 kaminey frnds including my younger brother were teasing me. At the elevnth hour...I was agitated, annoyed, frustrated, angry, bitchy... and tried to meet all ends to convince mom to plss plss postpone this. But mom is mom, The Invincible... then I finally decided that I have to steal the show.
I quickly entered into the character and got ready for this encounter. One nice chudidaar and tidy hair plates something similar to the heroines of 80’s anil kapoor ki movies …gharonda, sansaar, jamaai raja types...
Mom was at the top of the world and bro was rolling with laughter, fortunately dad was out of home, saved me frm further embarrassment. But guess by nw I was having fun. I went down and sat on the corner-most sofa with nazare neechie nd all that crap…nd thr was a complete silence of 3 minutes.” Beta kahaan kaam karti ho” uncle broke the silence. The moment I looked up I had seen this baldish dark, specky guys….with a pug nose and a face cut like “gundha huaa roti ka aata” I coud see his toungue falling down to his feets while he was starring me with his wanton eyes.
I spoke to uncle for 5-6 minutes about his work after retirement, decided not to give d guy any bhaav.. and then ran away before my mom cud stop me. My bro was laughing and at the same time was pitting the guy's family for whats gonna happen nxt. As by nw even mom understood that she made a mistake.
To keep my promise and to accompany mom I went thr again and sat at the same place. by nw I had quickly changed in my regular ultra low waist jeans, xstra small T’s, Bold belt and open hair (d unkempt look). Mom asked “tumhe email-id exchange karna hai?” I quickly said “nahi mom wo to milne se pehle ki baat thi” (gave the guy my final answer).
After another 4 mins of silence... Aunty(guys mom) said…”ab hum chalte hain”……. my dad arrived…. and I came here to share this unusual experience with u all.
By nw they r gone…m lill sad for them but can’t help it. Guess m not meant for this…nd it was required to protect myself frm mom’s next step towards my better future. ;P
Btw thanks for ur patience to read this mail…I had great time writing this.
Love!
Swati
Here is that e-mail....
Date: 17th Oct
Time: 3:30 pm
Hey Frndzz,
Hope you all r doing great and having absolute Fun.
If not much then try reading this mail and my first Marriage encounter. I am sharing this amazing feeling wid all of u.
Yes the arrival of so called ladke waale from our “samaaj”, at my place. Btw fyi, they are sitting downstairs nd am writing ths to all of u.
I was irritated as well as nervous since the time I got to knw bout ths guy engineer frm sm REC and wrkng in Dubai.. (yeah i can read that expression) ..is cmng to see me along with his family, I had never seen this guy before not even in photo. And stating the obvious, it was a typical mummy’s act whr all the sections/clauses were full of emotional attyachaar to coax one to utter nuthng less than a YES. And I did as required, by agreeing to her.
I was anyways nervous, on the top of it my 2-3 kaminey frnds including my younger brother were teasing me. At the elevnth hour...I was agitated, annoyed, frustrated, angry, bitchy... and tried to meet all ends to convince mom to plss plss postpone this. But mom is mom, The Invincible... then I finally decided that I have to steal the show.
I quickly entered into the character and got ready for this encounter. One nice chudidaar and tidy hair plates something similar to the heroines of 80’s anil kapoor ki movies …gharonda, sansaar, jamaai raja types...
Mom was at the top of the world and bro was rolling with laughter, fortunately dad was out of home, saved me frm further embarrassment. But guess by nw I was having fun. I went down and sat on the corner-most sofa with nazare neechie nd all that crap…nd thr was a complete silence of 3 minutes.” Beta kahaan kaam karti ho” uncle broke the silence. The moment I looked up I had seen this baldish dark, specky guys….with a pug nose and a face cut like “gundha huaa roti ka aata” I coud see his toungue falling down to his feets while he was starring me with his wanton eyes.
I spoke to uncle for 5-6 minutes about his work after retirement, decided not to give d guy any bhaav.. and then ran away before my mom cud stop me. My bro was laughing and at the same time was pitting the guy's family for whats gonna happen nxt. As by nw even mom understood that she made a mistake.
To keep my promise and to accompany mom I went thr again and sat at the same place. by nw I had quickly changed in my regular ultra low waist jeans, xstra small T’s, Bold belt and open hair (d unkempt look). Mom asked “tumhe email-id exchange karna hai?” I quickly said “nahi mom wo to milne se pehle ki baat thi” (gave the guy my final answer).
After another 4 mins of silence... Aunty(guys mom) said…”ab hum chalte hain”……. my dad arrived…. and I came here to share this unusual experience with u all.
By nw they r gone…m lill sad for them but can’t help it. Guess m not meant for this…nd it was required to protect myself frm mom’s next step towards my better future. ;P
Btw thanks for ur patience to read this mail…I had great time writing this.
Love!
Swati
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