How I met the MR. who made me his MRS!

20-24 that’s the max, girls should get married by then.. Else you can assume that they are up to something ..I know a lady.." the voice faded out when I had to be cautious of a hand trying to make way to find solace. I was multi-tasking when eyeing for a seat in a crowded bus , guarding the men-women border, taking care of such "No-so-intentional-hand-acts" and trying to listen to that typical aunty conversation!

I had different views on marriage. Pre-teen age, I was a strong feminist! Which I  realized was just a vapor waiting to get blown away by my sweet 17.

Steering your attention to my family..Here's what my mom had to say " To get married, you need to know cooking!" with a  straight face..My Dad as usual cool and calm..said "Ur wish dear" and my sister jumping up and down said "Ill call him jeeju.." spoiled by Hindi soaps. Mom's sisters pinched my ears " Let your elders get married ..we know your intentions"

Unable to contain the excitement of finding a guy for me in arranged way, I decided to open a matrimony profile for me. This one was seldom checked by my parents and every hour by me! :P And thanks to the photo shop software, I received many interests and messages. Every day, I remind my parents that my age is slipping away and requires immediate action! When that one didn’t work, I exaggerated on the number of friends getting married.

Most of the girls were relation-phobic at my age. I never understood their vision and mission, for me marriage was solid - thrill, the time where we get to decide, and the rest of the life was based on it! I didn’t believe in a second time, not even now.

Some reason, (whatever/whoever it is, I owe that reason big time) ignited my Mom's actions towards my goal! She registered my name in all local match makers. Something later made me understand that she found out that there was villain "xx" in my horoscope due to which I would not be able to conduct a mega swayamvar, the numbers would be limited!

That was tough. It made my search a little boring because MR "xx" put his nose every time and it resulted in "could-be->may-be->can-never-be"

A fine Saturday, families had called in for seeing me. It was a tight schedule I must say.A forgetful girl as I am, I didn’t carry any salwar from Kochi and it is considered disrespectful to wear jeans. So my mom helped me drape a saree. The first one was a tall guy , with a gentle smile and with a central gov job, I could see my Mom's eyes pop out when he said that, but I was not bowled over. In 5 minutes, another family consisting of a mother and son visited us. Fair, handsome, plump, neatly combed hair,  baby eyes, wide grin on his face. Calm and composed mother, I noticed she was dressed well. I thought to myself "Such a nice saree, good selection, if he has selected this for her, then my wardrobe would be "W-O-W…but if he's that selective, he might see some faults.." My thought was interrupted by his mother's questions on my academics! Way to go!

I made myself sound very simple. But the guy spoke once just to say "We will talk after compatibilty check" I had almost forgotten, MR xxx came and dance in front my eyes..

As expected, the compatibility check by a third person, which is quite ironic, happened be at a loss!

We didn’t inform them, since they never came back .. Life was again back to clean search!All those faces in matrimony seemed no more interesting at all, that's when I decided I'll take a break from this!

A hot marriage event, hot as in sweating ! I was driving Mom back home, when suddenly she received a call from a number enquiring If Im still available?2 days later, I got to know that someone was trying to do a background check on me through my college seniors. The chubby fair guy ..let's name him " Balboa" was making an attempt to come back! Seems the horoscope matched from his end!

Days passed, I made my parents go to 5 astrologers until the number of "Not-compatible" got defeated by "Compatible" He send me a friend request and we started chatting over gmail during work hours. We had each other's numbers, but never called/texted. His mother was planning to go to a famous Astrologer to check for the last time before confirming, I knew that's it! This excitement and hours of effort would be like the Chinese pattaka, which begins with huge roar and ends with a small "Tohh!"  Kochi influenced me into even planning a quotation for that Namboodirippadu. I never shared these feelings.

Like for instance : I would login to gmail as soon as I reach office and hostel

And wait..but he would be offline..I would be like "AARgh!!"

2 minutes,3 minutes..oh god.. Not there yet, 3 min 30 seconds.. So sad..3 min 50 sec , unbearable! 4 minutes..ooh..

And then his status would go green and I would go gleeee!!!

But I would not say Hi ..he would say "Hi!! Whats up??" and I would count to 2 minutes with much difficulty and then say "Hey..nothing much..was busy working.." and then reply no more…and waits for him to start.

The same "straight-face-intentionally" was kept when he said his mother was gona check with some famous astrologer and all I replied was "That’s good! Where is he? I may want to check from there in future"

Whereas my mind fuming "Oh!great! What a superb ending ! From where the hell is he! You can move on! I think Ill start checking other profiles!"

He pinged me in the evening saying "I want to meet you before she goes to any astrologer" and he got me paralyzed.

The next day I was planning on what to wear, arranging for a bike from my friend, where to go. The last minute makeup broke my earrings and I rushed out of my hostel to the auto stand and asked him to take me to and fro for 30/-  citing just one reason " Its a matter of life Sir!"

Baloboa came with a  huge bag, since he was on his way home after this, Black shirt, Rayban, stubble, silver rudraksh chain..totally different guy from what I saw in front of his mother!

We had a great time together, I don’t remember the last time I was this happy and secure with anyone. I was not in a haste to know his decision, but as we were heading to drop me after our day-out, he said "I don’t wish to check with anyone on our compatibility, Do you" Again that "I-don’t-care-girl" syndrome in me rose..I said "Mother.." She's Ok with whatever I decide.. And the moment I stepped out of  the auto, I heard him say "I love you.." I pretended not hearing that, which I regret till date, since my guy doesn’t say that every time and I missed one of that !

Today sitting here and blogging my marriage ride, I feel lucky to have got him! Life is never perfect but someone comes your way to tell you "Don’t be philosophical, be practical, lets enjoy this lifetime together" But right now He's bugging me to make mango shake for him! Hah! How I wish my mother was here!  OOps!!