Made in Heaven- part I

I was having breakfast when my mom reminded me " You remember that you have to come early today isn't it???" Yeah sure , ma ....." , I stopped chewing and looked at her. "what for ????? " For a minute she was trying to guess, as to whether I was joking. "Oh yes!!!!... so its today!!?? " , I remembered suddenly. "Why didn't you remind me?? "Do I have to remind you everyday that we are going to see a girl for your marriage?? What kind of a guy are you??",she got up as she said it.I had been postponing it for a long time,but the time had come when myparents had to start looking for a girl for me. After extorting a halfhearted approval from me my mom had shown me a photo a week back as I was getting ready for office. "Have a look at the photo", my mom said as I was tying my knot.

I had a brief glance at the photo as I came to the dinner table. The girl in the photo looked kinda familiar. "So what do you think", my mom was relentless. "you mean , the photo??? Shoddy graphics!!! The guy wont last a day in our company's quality control" , I laughed aloud. "Be serious Vishwa!!!! We can go the girl's place if you say yes."I looked at the expectations and curiosity in her face. "Ok ma , we can go to her place , you are happy now???? But one condition!! It will be just me ,dad and you, OK??" I hated the idea of choosing my life partner in between a circus with all and sundry.

After that day I totally forgot about the incident and my mom also didn't talk about it. She might have told me about it in the evenings (late nights rather) , when I come back from office everyday but I would be too tired to listen to her during those times. I was a little excited as I drove my way to office. But there was something deep in my heart which prevented the happiness from being complete. May be it's the thought of being on the verge of losing the freedom of being a bachelor. I got lost into fantasies of married life.

I slowly open my eyes as I wake up to the morning. I see her watching me with coffee in her hands. She had taken hair bath and had neatly rolled up her hair with a towel .. "What are you looking at", I ask her with a smile in my face. "You look the best early in the morning", she whispers in my ears with a giggle. "So do you ", I try to pull her to my side as she falsely tries to get away from me all the while balancing the coffee in her hand. I stamp the brakes as an idiot swerves unannounced in front of me from left. These guys should be shot, hanged twice after being cut into two halves. I lose my temper as my heart starts beating faster.

I had no realization of the morning passing by as I was deeply involved in a proposal preparation. I took lunch well past the lunchtime. After the lunch as I sent the mail to onsite my mind was filled with thoughts of the evening. Suddenly I wanted to see that photo. I cursed myself for not having the photo with myself. I could hardly remember the face. I knew it was impossible to judge a person just by looking at the photo. I had had experiences in the past when the person turned out to be quite different to the impression I had formed on seeing the photo. I had a strong belief that all photos were touched up to show the person in the photo in the best light possible. Reality is what counts. In reality , the most beautiful people we know need not have the best facial or physical features. It all depends on the thousands of other things ,half of which cannot be explained. Other half being the person's thoughts, actions, manners, speech etc etc.The major work for the day had been finished and there were other smallstuff, which had to be taken care of. Otherwise there was nothing elsewhich was urgent enough. There was a call from home reminding me of our program in the evening. I quickly wrapped up my work and reached home getting past the colleagues who looked at me quizzically for leaving early. I hadn't told them about my evening plans. The girl's house was fairly away from the city. As I was driving with my parents ,I suddenly remembered. "Amma!!! Whats the girl's name??? " "Very good!!! Atleast now you remembered ", my parents laughed aloud. I blushed.

"Her name is Chandini"

Chandini..........

Hmmm interesting name.

We reached the place. There was some close relative of the girl who was waiting for us in the road to make sure we don't miss the place. I thought the people were overly courteous. I liked the girl's dad. He looked cool with a gentle smile in his face. Her parents were carefully listing the girl's credentials without making it sound as "over qualifications" !! Mostly there were descriptions about the girl being so obedient,homely etc etc and how she will make a perfect family girl! So sad how much a girl's parents have to do while trying to get their daughter married.

I thought Soon it was time for the girl to arrive. " Chandini , could you please bring some coffee for us??", the girl's dad exclaimed towards the kitchen. Chandini..... hmmm interesting name.I felt again...I could hear the sound of her anklets getting bigger. The sound was sorhythmic. I got impatient. Then she entered the room. She was wearing mild make up and was wearing a traditional silk saree. There were some extra gold ornaments adorned and there was slightly excessive lip stick. Inspite of all these "extra fittings" , she looked fairly simple which I liked.

But more than everything ,there was only thought in my mind!!!!

Oh my God............ This is Chandini.......... My Chandini

(To be continued............)

Its one week since i wrote.. In this one week a great thing had happened. One of my train friends had go maried and now she will be based in hyderabad. And it was real fun shopping for a present for her as her wedding gift. Rest of us ahd gone for shopping it was real fun. God bless her with all happiness

After 11 years...

It happened on Sunday but it is as fresh as a flower that has bloomed today in my memory. Met a friend after 11 years in the Chetpet railway station. This place has helped me to meet a lot of friends. The latest being Balaji, who is my classmate till my 6th std. After which we lost contact, and its been 11 years since then. So was talking to him for quite some time. The feeling of getting back something you lost after a real long time is just awesome. It fills you with happiness. And that too at a time when you least expected it to happen. I thought I would never get to meet him in my life again.

We were talking about what happened after we left the school. A 11 years story in jus 30 mins. Then finally the train had come and I had to leave.

But this meeting has paved a way for a friendship that would last for a lifetime.

Paper Roses!!!

I realise the way your eyes deceived me,
with tender looks that I mistook for love.
So take away the flowers that you gave me,
and send the kind that you remind me of.

Paper roses, Paper roses,
Oh! How sweet those roses seem to be.
But they are only imitation,
like your imitation love for me.

I thought that you would be a perfect lover,
you seemed so full of sweetness at the stars.
But like a big red rose that's made of paper,
there isn't any sweetness in your heart.

Paper roses, Paper roses,
Oh! How sweet those roses seem to be.
But they are only imitation,
like your imitation love for me.

Time to introspect..

Its been quite some time since i posted an article... Meanwhile many things good and bad had happened in my life... which has resulted in redefining ideas... goals...priorities...
What am i going to do next? Why have i forgotten all the talents i possesed? Why is that i'm not practising my singing? Why have i stopped singing altogether? What happened to my talent of writing? Has everythign gone with the wind? They have been with me right from small... but what happened to me now? Why have i left them back?
Though i have graduated with good records, though i have got a job in hand ... Why is there a sense of insecurity? Why is there a sense of feeling that i have not done anything? Why do i feel void?
Am i proceeding in hte right direction? If so why am i feeling like this? if no, where am i going wrong? What si that i have to do inorder to set things right?
So many questions ringing in my mind...Wanna find the answers soon... i know i'm not born to be like this... I know there is something i have to do... Wanna find outt he purpose of my life... I know there is somethign i have to accomplish.... Whats that? Where do i find it?
Shall solve find the mystery...
Still in the process of redefining and stream lining my thoughts... and wanna see to it that i start singing..:-) Its one of the best talents i have...

There is nothing that cannot be done. The difficult takes some time and the impossible a little longer.