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The after life

The burden of expectations. The pondering over relationships. Marriage is a fantastic change. Two different families cannot agree over the various ceremonies, each wanting to prove a point. The parents of the bride think, “Will our girl get a good man?” The boy’s mom feels, “Will my son succumb to the fatal attraction of the mother of all 3 letter words?” The girl wonders how she has to give up most of her comfortable environment and adapt to a totally new one. The guy only hopes that the new relations are smooth. My case is no different.

The reception, where the proud parents show off their happy kids, gets longer and longer. I can stand neither the rituals nor the crowds. The marriage is more fun. To this day, her friends mock at my standing up and tying the sacred ‘thali’. I really did expect to see more of my friends. Why? The bitter truth is that there were more friends of mine at my sister’s wedding. After the wedding, we have a whistle stop tour of my beloved Thoothukudi, not to forget the customary visit to the only Murugan temple on the beach at Tiruchendur and some crowd-free spots at the Hindu Uvari and the Christian Manappad. I introduce her to the famous parotta chalna shops and the pleasant Thoothukud beach. On returning to her place, we do more soul-searching in the temple circuit around Kumbakonam where we get special entries to most of the temples. We end it with a special pooja at Tiruvannamalai. After all this, we head to Bangalore and do our last bout of shopping for our honeymoon in the Sikkim Himalayas. We also head to Mysore for a day trip.

Those were the days when I cooked up amazing stories and enjoyed her initial gullibility. All the while I am learning about relationships. One has to be careful before saying anything. A generous dose of role-playing helps. We are bemused by the benevolent feasts at our relatives’ places. And finally we are all by ourselves.ย  We relax the whole day in Kolkata (It is Tagore’s birth anniversary and a holiday) before catching the Darjeeling Mail. We have ample time in Sikkim and we do just about everything there. A sample here : shake hands with a Chinese soldier on the border, go crazy on snow, frolic about high altitude lakes, see the Kanchenjunga peaks (obviously from far) and raft on the Teesta river. Now is the time to see each other naked. No pretenses.

I join work on the day we return. No work till this day! Meanwhile, we start to set up our little home. Scratch is where we begin from. Renting a home in Bangalore is now an expensive proposition. Big Bazaar is our first stop. Not all goods are cheap there. We bought 2 mats at Rs.500. The third we got from the neighbourhood at Rs.50. Deciding the high-valued purchases takes more time. My credit card and my Appa’s wallet come to our help this time. She starts her experiments with cooking. They are limited to breakfast and dinner on weekdays (Amma prepares lunch to carry) . The weekends is when special lunches are tried out. I find less time for myself and lesser time for friends. There’s always something to do at home (get the phone connection, where’s the cable guy?, why’s the newspaper so irregular?, buy a sofa). Hopefully by next month, we should have a more organized time.

I had the dirty habit of imposing myself on my well-wishers and I have given it up some time ago. Our differences are many and that makes life all the more interesting. We laugh a lot (at ourselves and the observations we make). It helps that she is very understanding and I am older. It’s still early days for our relationship. The biggest change is now it’s mostly us, us and us. We won’t have it any other way. I only wish that I do lesser role-playing in the new relationships and none at all in the ultimate one.

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  1. SK
    25 June 2007 at 8:40 am

    Hehe with marriage comes responsibilities. :–)

  2. J
    27 June 2007 at 10:34 pm

    Very honest post. I liked it ๐Ÿ™‚ epdi iruka?

  3. Rajesh Rajamani
    12 August 2007 at 1:41 pm

    Nice. ๐Ÿ™‚

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