Finding Mr Right

 

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So there I was, happily single, doing all the things I loved, traveling the world, and the perfect age for Auntie’s in the family and neighbourhood to look solemn and remind my parents that they had granted me way too much leeway and freedom of choice. My Parents and family laughed it off, every time. But, as yet another birthday came and went my Dad and Sister decided to change things, and without my knowledge I was enlisted with a Personalized Matrimonial Agency.

Now, I had nothing against finding my spouse ‘Online’. After all times had changed and so had technology, and where else but Online could you peruse an array of guys as you sat at home in your pyjamas, was my logical reasoning. So, no I wasn’t livid that they had registered me, I was livid that it had been done without my knowledge!

Even as I was reeling under this surprise birthday gift from my family, a list of profiles  were mailed to me by the agency, and the 1st one among them was that of a certain Srikrishna Nidigulla (they had misspelt the surname) My father liked his profile a lot, and I didn’t like it one bit! Imagine living with that surname for the rest of my life, I exclaimed! And the guy looked like some villain from some South-Indian film, I screamed!

My father patiently listened to my diatribe and then calmly insisted I meet him. I hemmed, hawed, went on another holiday and happily thought it was all but forgotten till I was given another reminder to get in touch with him, a stern one this time. I realized my Father meant business and I sent across my number to Sri. Who called me up and the first thing he said was, ‘I am looking for a Telugu girl’ How weird is that, I wondered? Hadn’t my profile stated that I was a Punjabi, I asked? Even more put off by this latest twist to the ongoing drama, I lied to Sri that I was down with the flu (I was on the recumbent cycle getting my daily Cardio fix as I conversed with him on the phone) and I thought the matter would rest there. Sri wished me a speedy recovery and suggested that I call him once I was feeling better.

I had decided I wasn’t going to. Apparently not.

My Father thought that I should be graceful enough to return Sri’s call and I did, under duress. And Sri and I made polite conversation and decided to meet up for coffee.

When Sri walked into the restaurant he was wearing this perfectly cut suit which I noticed before I noticed him. His shoes were not scuffed, his hands were manicured and he smelt good. Only after my covert scrutiny had helped me tick all the boxes did I look up to see his face to realize he didn’t look his picture in the profile at all! Nor did he look like a villain, or even ‘South-Indian’, for that matter.

Coffee and conversations flowed over the 2 meetings that we had after our 1st one, during which Sri shared that the ‘I am looking for a Telugu girl’ was a caveat he used, in case he didn’t gel with a girl he met and couldn’t take it forward. I shared the over the top reaction I had when I first saw his profile. And we mutually agreed that humble pie doesn’t taste so bad after all 🙂

Our 4th meeting happened when both our families met. And a month and a half after we first met we were engaged, and married 2 and a half months after the engagement.

Today (29th November) we, Mayuri & Srikrishna Nidigallu, celebrate our 6th Wedding Anniversary and we STILL have people who do not believe how a ‘North-Indian’ and a ‘Madrasi’ could have had an arranged marriage!

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10 things I do when The Husband is out of town!

       

On a blog hopping spree I came across Geetikas fun postreading through which I found many           similarities, and the topic for my next post!:)

      10 things I do when The Husband is out of town!
            1) Vegetate. Completely and shamelessly.
As calm as a meditating monk or as indolent as a sloth, take your pick as long as you get the picture!:)
2) Don’t clean the house and mess it up further!
The house looks very unlike mine usually does. What never fails to surprise me is that even my borderline-OCD self approves! 
3) No TV. At all.
Ah!  The peace! 
4) No talking 
…as only whatsapp and twitter and fb, the whole day! Joy!
5) Sleep early. Or late. Or not at all…
      …if there is an interesting book begging to be read!
6) No menu planning!
      If there is anything I hate more than I hate cooking, it has to be wondering what to cook! 
      Just thinking about ‘What to make for breakfast/lunch/dinner’ kills me!
7)Window shop and wander about
      …or go watch a film, alone!
8) Eat cereal for dinner
      …and a PBJ sandwich for lunch!

      9) Enjoy the silence…
      …of an empty house. Till it starts freaking me out, at least!
10) Miss him!
      It’s all fun for a maximum of 3 days, after which I want my Husband back!

This post is part of the Half Marathon Blogging Challenge with BlogChatter

Day 6




My Name

I am taking part in a Photo a day challenge for June 2016. 
The prompt for the 17th of June is, ‘My Name’, and the above is my picture for the prompt.

I am a Punjabi from Bombay married to a Telugu from Andhra, and each time I pass this name painted on a wall, quite close to where I live, it cracks me up!
:))

Since I haven’t been writing/blogging at all, and I REALLY want to I thought I would use the prompts to attempt to write short stories too. 
Below is my poem for the prompt,

#MyName

My Name is Insecurity
I rise out of fear
If only you were honest enough to know your true worth
I wouldn’t hover anywhere near
My name is Jealousy
I sprout where Insecurity is sown
I take over and build a home in your heart
Till your feelings aren’t your own
My name is Mean
I follow Insecurity and Jealousy
Oh, we are a cackling trio!
Blind to our faults, we destroy everything as we go
My Name is Common Sense
I’m used the least, though I’m available easily
The more I’m used the faster I multiply
Wish people would try me and see
My Name is Confidence
I need to be built from inside
With bricks of Truth and the mortar of Deeds
A sturdy base that will face life’s tides
My Name is Patience
I need to be nurtured and Confidence helps me grow
Once I bloom I am a steady ally
During life’s ebbs and flows
My Name is Human
I possess all of the above
In quantities that vary, sometimes alarmingly
Through trial and error if I learn to strike a balance

Life becomes relatively smooth and happy!