Tieing the knot - PART 1

While the subject seems pretty self explanatory, instead of going about beating around the bush and discovering firm plant fibers to create that one 'indestructible' rope that most of the trekking community and hangmen would be proud of - I will directly start off to teaching you ways to tie the knot. Or would I?

There are different types of knots and they are: Halyard, reef, figure of eight...err. My would be Wifey always complains that I always trail off topic and then forget to tell the real story. True indeed.

Like days in engineering, I fared very average in the so called 'love' domain. Some say I was directly hit by deficit in male to female ratio which is said to be somewhere around 1000:944. So be it. But that did not stop me. My grandma used a Marathi proverb (prayatnanti parmeshwar) translated into English means 'try try until you succeed' or 'if you try hard enough you can get god' not as a girl friend / boy friend though. But ironically, Vedas, ancient Hindu scriptures do suggest "The path of mysticism, the path of splendor" etc, wherein, love for God is supreme etc. But that is not what this post is all about, for the love of God. This post is about how, even if, marriages are arranged can make people (the concerned two) fall in love.

Then finally after trashing each and every page of Paulo Coelho's The Alchemist, I got registered on Marathi Matrimony and Mom/Dad came up with some good write-up as my introduction. Not that I used this as last resort but the bug of Hindi movies had bitten me as well and thought that Love marriage was so cool. Parent's justification being 'we know you better than you do'. One profile, she is my would be, struck me instantly and like they say world is a very small place - she belongs to a family that are not only old time friends and acquaintances of same neighborhood in Ahmedabad of my parent's, but also my great grandmother belongs to their family.

The C Days (this you can say is prequel to the 'D-Day'):

8th October 2009, My baby steps in to this pre-arranged 'arranged' marriage phenomenon and my cousin bro scared the shit out of me by advising don't ask her out for coffee to know her better, that is considered as - The Guy has said yes! What? Since Mom and Dad were in Panvel, My Uncle and Aunt accompanied me along with my bro. My aunt made matters worse by continuously asking 'How are you feeling' minimum 150 times and that made me more nervous than my first ever interview in life.

I liked the way she looked and carried herself, but was scared to continuously look, thanks to my cousin bro's insane theories. Neither my intention was to stare. Plus, I was shit nervous. Then came the talks about what you do etc etc and some more. Her mom / dad and my uncle / aunt asked whether you guys want to go out to talk etc. Now that did it. My naive thoughts were almost on the verge of becoming schizoid-al and before that could occur, I said sure, why not.

She asked me to drive her car and the damn machine kept knocking. The driver definitely needed coffee. They said a lot could happen over coffee, so we went to a nearby Cafe coffee Day and chatted for like half an hour. I was hurrying as it might give some different picture. But we talked. Likes, dislikes and friends and what not. She felt at ease while I squirmed about in my seat like a guinea pig, whose tail is on fire. Or as if I could see and distinctly hear the pied piper playing Shehnai far away near the cliff's ledge.

In all these sudden bursts of feelings I did notice, her soft hair, well kempt, but untied. Her pink dress that accentuated her fair skin and baby face. Her penetrating big brown eyes that constantly and probably were searching, 'could he be the one'? 'He does not at all look like a prince charming, maybe his consultant'. She did have a straightforward approach and attempted to smile at my poor jokes, which, really were bad actually. She was modestly boasting about herself but in a very innocent and likable way. Her soft voice fell upon my ears in a very soothing manner. That, most of other things, made me comfortable. Even today, when she sings small pieces of songs, it reminds me of that first meet. Its instantaneous relaxation and very rejuvenating. You folks might have a fish tank. I don't. Her approach in life felt very simple, yet, stern. Her talks made me realize her being a very strong willed girl, with great determination. In all this time I also came to know that she belonged to the H.R fraternity and worked in recruitments after graduating in commerce. Her love for Human resources had gotten her enrolled in to a P.G course as well.

While we talked and talked and waiter took ages to bring the check, we talked some more. Even today we laugh at my nervousness. Yeah, like she wasn't. She dropped me at my uncle's place and came upstairs to meet grandma. All niceties were exchanged and some more P.Js later, I advised her to drive safe and give me a call once she reaches home. We exchanged phone numbers. Am I smart or what? She did give me a call. So sweet of her.

I thought I liked her but we decided to meet again couple of days later, in Diwali to know some more about each other and come to a conclusion. They say curiosity kills the cat and My mom was being bugged by this curiosity. She called her parents and asked if she liked Varun as Varun likes her. What? Mom! Why would you do that? Next day she called me up and asked if we should have coffee again. 'Sure,' I said. Mom told me this whole thing and I got upset. Today though, as we talk, I think mom did the right thing.

We met for coffee and she dropped the bomb, "I am allergic to cigarettes and can not tolerate it's smoke at all". Now me being a self proclaimed chimney wanted some time to think this through, I was thinking of cutting down but not to zero. And after that issue we talked some more. A lot of stuff. She liked my tattoos too. But, now, does not want me to get any more. I told her I would get 'Victoria' written on my arm in Devanagari script and she gets physically mad. Her name is Arti. That afternoon we gelled a lot and talked a lot. Frequencies were matching over brewing coffee. But we still decided to talk over phone and meet up in Diwali to come to a conclusion. Today it seems that we just loved meeting each other and hence all this. This was 9th October, Friday.

While I was dying to call her that night itself, my cousin bro with weird theories advised against it. He is into animation and always come up with a different dimension. Sometimes totally demented. I landed in Mumbai that night itself and refrained from calling her and went straight home.

10th October saw me in office till afternoon and I gave her a call. I thought this being weekend and all. Arti told me she would call back as she was working till 1800 hrs on Saturdays as well. Cruel, man. I had a discussion forum that evening over beers (as in we talked about beers and not had them). Evening again she was busy and then till 2130 hrs, I was.

Now begins the real story. That Night we talked for like 3 hours From Santacruz till Panvel and in between me shifting trains and what not. We talked, nope, it was incessant chattering. It seemed the vested interests were all against us talking - the telephone makers (my phone hung twice), the network operators (countless disconnections and unclear voices), still we talked; everything about under the sky and beyond it. And in between about my smoking. That is that day and till today I have not smoked a cigarette. Technically I may smoke a pipe, but I better dare not.

Then began the telephone madness. We were continuously on phone. While I went to Ratnagiri on Sunday till I fell sick due to viral on Tuesday. Must have spoken for about 36 hours. That was the time I knew that she is the one. Not like Neo and in matrix. The one I could spend my rest of life with. May be love does that to you too. 104 fever that too of a viral kind. Its so totally worth it though, not the fever - Love and don't get me started on the issue of ugly tasting medicines. Love is what could probaly change people and their perspectives, like sunny deol as well. I mean he has 'Maa ka Ashirvaad' and T.T underwear aur Baniyaan. But his love ends when he sees Balvant Rai key Kutte. Wait, was that Suniel Shetty? Whats the difference anyways.

I had fallen so totally for her.

To be Contd...

Dead Cow

A small rant type poem I had written about Cow Slaughter.

DEAD COW

Looking at my past, my pain is so vast.

Getting killed by a chopper,
I try to scream
the sounds don't reach the creator
i slowly fall in my own blood stream

There lies my head,
body on the death bed...its too late too late...
I am Dead.

System won't stop the killing,
cuz the food is filling
willing; inflating the billing.

People like the way i tasted,
can't see my life wasted.

Lying on the death bed...Its too late too late
I am Dead.

My sibling watches, crying, mooing,
my eyes lifeless, stareing, praying
Lord save her from this abbatoir
lest she'll be dying...ITs too late too late

I am Dead.

Dosen't your blood boil
Don't i deserve 4 ft * 6ft of soil,
wait for 10000 years and i'll be
your new found basin of oil...Its too late too late

I am Dead

The times have changed
though i'm hooked and chained
eat me and you die by e coli...
you'll behave like a clown
mad cow disease is in the town

It might be too late,
but times change everyone's dead fate.

Billo Acrobatics!