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‘Preferred Word Among People – Marriage!!!’

World-over there are different people and different customs and creeds…but one thing most common amongst these people is the concept of marriage between a man and woman.

Ridiculous comments, funny comments, logical comments, illogical comments, comments against the verdict or for the verdict, whatever state of it…it is still the most commonest habit of mankind be it the desserts of Africa, the lagoons of Burma, the dormant volcanoes of Maldives, the versatile country India, the Hep Cultured country America, the Vagabonds of Australia – be it anywhere on the Planet Earth…It still exists and it makes an ever lasting make on the Human Kind and on the face value of it – It still Rocks…!

No matter, how much ever you dread or enjoy it…you seem to be a merciless victim of it.

I casually, strike a conversation with a friend, who is victimized or rather in it for almost a decade now, wondering just about the fact called ‘Marriage’.

Believe me it is a FACT not an Concept….coz, there is no absolute theory to it neither can we make one…it is just there.

Why we ended up discussing about it…well, that had a different flavor to it.

He said, “To have such a wife is luck…”

I said, “Yeah, the wife also has to be lucky in that case”

We looked at each other and laughed, but then it was a valid statement.

Two people, with acquired dreams and desires of a partner who will fit within the said requirements and demands, has to be met with a certain amount of ‘Factors of Luck’ or if you simply want to call it – ‘Similar Likes and Dislikes’.

Now, the critics jump and say, “Opposites attract”. Yeah, definitely they do…but do they sustain?! No one knows, we all go by saying it.

Imagining two people under the same room liking things that the other person does not seem to be inclined is like living as strangers and still being together…it is even worst than friends who understand and do the things they like in common…?!

Certain things of commonness is required…?! Don’t we?!

Having said that, does it become all that glorifying if the partners have things to do in common and the partners strike in accordance every time…it kind of becomes cliched and there is nothing that is great than what they want to do?!

Is there an ideal situation, then?

An ideal situation, kills all the enthusiasm and overtly wacky situation puts you to extremes that you don’t want to venture into.

Yeah, taking the Y-Generation into consideration there is a lot of different happenings and different aspects to the same thing. They are a generation who are not satisfied with the usual norms and are the people who ask questions for all that they see, feel and touch, literally!!! ;)

Now, for them the ‘Ordinary is Boring’ and the ‘Out-of-box is Interesting’. Is there as such thing?!

The marriage is not interesting so, Live-Ins are interesting, but with the same partner not interested?! So it goes on….the things of likes, tastes, perception, feel, and the right effect with the sensory organs decides – What we want, rather than the norm.

The X-generation, was more abiding and undergoing types. They accepted the norms as walks of life and did what was required.

They knew, opposites do attract, lived with it, though it was the boring part of their life. Some denied it, some stormed it, some scarified it, some reeled it, some real-ed it…so it sustained in all weather conditions!!

The generation that went by before them had no ‘BIGGER’ opportunities or stands as ‘Take Every Advantage’….so they lived with what was offered to them.

They did not think about tastes, likes, desires, dreams, ‘Life at Large’, make it ‘King Size’, or ‘Have I made it Large’ slogans to help them decide, what they want to do in life.

They just did what their parents did and their forefathers and mothers did or even if they deviated, they could only relate to something that their neighbor did, that they did not.

Loving thy neighbor was not literally taken in those days, but now yes!  :)

Have they been successful?!

Let me think about this statement….deviating a little, I guess for certain parts of their life yeah they have been successful.

How can I say that? How could I? Have I grown old and started talking like most mothers do – “I did not do anything like that. I did not have choices like that in my life. Am I not happy with your father?”

Now, jokes apart…that generation has been happy. You like it or not they have been successful to quite an extend.

There are people in that generation, who have tried to bridge the differences, bring in romance in their lives, kindle the joy of being together, wrap everyone around with warmth and love, there has been exceptional togetherness, there is a mutual respect and a mutual give and take.

It went on for generations and generations like this…no different from yesterday!!!

Is being mutual is the thing that is missing now?!

I am not sure, but there is certain amount of thing that is missing and in spite of it being missing there is so much of it day in and day out.What could that be? Is that my search….I am thinking, listening….Amway! ;)

There are several months of it – when you know people of the prescribed ‘Eligible Age’ excluding the ‘Life of IT’ians’ being married left,right and center in and around where you live.

What is that of the IT’ians you ask, even though you don’t will tell you –  their eligibility comes in a different package….!

In the yester years – it was an era of ‘Government Bridegrooms’, now it is the era of ‘IT Bridegrooms’, so the context.

The IT’ians eligibility is – Join a reputed IT company, be in till about 3 years, go to Onsite for about six months to a year exactly, be it South Africa or Iceland onsite is onsite – Mind you, Rascals …!

Come back, look for the perfect IT Bride and then do a whole load of Gtalk and Video Chat and then fix-up the D_Day and get married….!

So you see, the generation has changed, the people’s lives have changed, pattern, design, architect, the integration has changed but the FACT of marriage remains the same….!?

Am I against marriage….’A BIG NO’….?!

You need someone to “KILL” all along or at least consider him/her as “USELESS….” or to just to prove yourself as “USEFUL” as you can be….!

I am just wondering, what it is that gets to the word ‘Marriage’ and why with so much of complexities it is still the most ‘Preferred Word Among People’!

Thinking, Listening, Being in it….Will come with more….!! :)

Kayalvizhi (A damsel with eyes that represent a fish)!!!

“I am on my way to meet you, the train is heading towards your city” – said the SMS that beeped on her Android mobile….!

Sleepily, she woke up from her slumber looked at the watch on her bedside table, it read 11.30 pm. She turned to the lit mobile next to it and clutched it with her right hand, wondering who it is at this hour of the night.  Sliding the screen, the message popped-up and reading it once she almost closed her eyes, then suddenly the last part of the SMS woke her up again.

” …Impatiently waiting to see you, my Love.”

That brought a smile to her face and the man of her dreams appeared before her, that well-built body, that killing smile, that half-raised eyebrows, that scent of his colognes and after shaves, that mischievous look, that never ending questioning, that relenting hands, that firm walk, that I am least bothered about the people around attitude…but still the fear of being caught….all that made her shiver even in that winter-less summers…!

She shuddered and put the phone down, with a hesitation to reply to that message and overcoming the fact to reply…curls up in that blanket and drifts away into a far away land of dreams and dreams.

It is 6 am; still there is time for that stupid alarm of hers to wake her up. But then the dreams have another meaning to her day break today.

She wakes up to some loud noises around, heavy chattering and laughter. She gets up in a fit to close her bedroom door and get back to her sleep. She hazily with semi-closed eyes walks up to her bedroom door.

At the door is a figure standing with a hand resting on the door sill. She rubs her eyes and tries to open it wide but the light from the other side blinds her and it is tough for her to make out the silhouette.

Hardly a few yards but yet it is so far away and that figure is seemingly teasing her with a smile…she walks briskly to push it away and close the door…!She is almost there and then the figure holds her shoulders and moving up a palm towards her chin putting a finger to support the dropping chin, sounds huskily to her, “Hey, you don’t want to look at me…I traveled about 700 odd kilometers for you…”

She fully regaining conscious, looks into that those teasing eyes, the same mannerisms, the same things that disturbed her in the night comes back and the silhouette stand tall and endangering to her femininity…!

She tries to shun him and run away, when a whole load of cousins and his friends surround her from all sides…she shyly doges them and looks at him with pleading eyes to let her go…she tells him with her eyes, this is not the way I want you to see me…!

She is in her night clothes, a pink tops and a blue 3/4ths, her hair shabby from the twisting and turning in the bed, the eyes droopy, the lips dry, the face laden with the power of a good dream…though all this had not shattered or seemed to have touched her beauty…she still looked like a exquisite beauty to watch on…!

Knowing her uncomfortableness, he slowly gives way between him and his friend next to him, and gestures her to pass through it quickly. Understanding him in perfect harmony, she passes their clutches and runs away in to the kitchen where her mom is already making heavenly smelling coffee and dishes for the morning…!

Before she goes in to her hide out, she makes sure she gives him that everlasting smile and look that took his heart away the very instant he saw her on the day of her engagement…!

He had no idea of love and no idea of running behind girls, he was so quietly observed with his work and his medical science kept him occupied. He wanted some remedy for painless surgeries and making some surgeries with the patient conscious. There were methods available but was looking at other options of it and this he thought will help the people on the battlefield.

He was a military doctor helping people with various wounds and amputations and worst scenarios, his mind did not read those subtleties of heart and never had he found time for all that. Though he was interested in poetry and all the romantic things that life can offer, he never did want to do something like that in his life, until that one day.

He was summoned to home all of sudden and before he could deny, he was packed off to the girls house and with just one group photo of the girl he had only a glimpse of what she looked like.

He did not know what to do but reclining with the flow of events he went there to come to conclusions later or just walk away from it denying some reason or other.

He got bored with all these stupid talks, he was not ready to look at the happening…he said, he will take a walk and be back. The family let him be. He walked into the so called backyards of the house and wandered in the wilderness, it opened in to some coconut yards and mango yards.

He kept taking in the scenic beauty of the house and surrounding, breathing in the fresh air and came by to a stream following silently. He just looked around for a place and settled to sit there, when he heard a loud noise from the other side near the bushes…!!

There was a girl in her late twenties and an old lady arguing over something. The girl did not look innocent, looked educated and well behaved but still stubborn in her arguments.

Getting curious he walks closer to bush and gets a good picture of the girl. She is dusky, with beautiful eyes, long lustrous black shiny hair, beautifully craved lips, shapely nose, nice neck; straight and slender structure draped in beautiful simple cotton sari lined with a simple jari border in contrast color of pink and mauve.

She looked like a goddess in disguise. She was denying loudly to the old lady and the old lady was convincing her.

In her fit of anger, she gives a look at the lady and it looked as if there was fire in her and she would have reduced the old lady to ashes…in that fit of anger her hair flung open which was loosely held together in a knot.

It spewed all over her face and in a urgency to tie them again a strand of hair let loose on her face slung with grace across her eyebrows and lightly brushed the lips…at that instant she looked more heavenly than anything on earth and that very instant something changed in his mind.

He just got up to find his camera missing and forgotten to get it…he captured that image in his mind with a thousand watt flash light that never hit him that hard and he let out a sigh so loud that it caught the sight of the damsel and she ran into a quarters like thing and was lost from his sight.

Dejected, waiting there for some time, he turns to go back the way he came. The image ringing in his mind from the echoes of his heart, not able to capture it, not able have a copy of it, nothing he can claim, he walks and drags his soul to the house back through the coconut and mango groves.

His family eagerly waiting for him, seeing announce the family to present the would-be bride…!!!

Somebody from the other corner of the house called for, “Kayal…Kayal…”!!

(More to Roll)

Abode of Love – Part 3

She gets up from the chair staggering and leaning on to the wall, taking deep breath, looking around, she focuses the number on the invitation. She knows he must be expecting a call from her that is why he has deliberately put the number there. He always does this, before you ask for it he gives it to you…thinking thus, she has a broad smile on her face, which hadn’t been there for long.

Walking up to the antique looking telephone, she trembled as she lifted the receiver to dial the number…!!!

She could not wait till the call got through; she placed the receiver back and walked away from it, with a tear from the corner of her eye.

Her minds asked her several questions, “Why now?”, “Why not then?”, “Is this all a mistake?”, “Am I the intended one for this invitation?” “Is he still the same?” “Is he inviting to his family function?” Should I be going?” “Should I talk?” “Will he ever remember me?”

Like these several questions and their answers went revolving in her head. One minute, she dashed to pick the receiver another minute holding herself.  Nevertheless, she fervently picks up the phone and dials the number…after what seemed an era; she hears the phone ring, in her favorite song – caller tune.

Lost in the song, she reels in her likeness for the song and almost forgets the voice at the other end talking to her.

“…I have been waiting for this call all my life! My Love, How are you?”

“I…I…How did you know, it is me?”

“If I could send you my invitation card to your address, won’t I know your phone number?”

“I….I…am… (sob)” No words could relate to the feeling she went through. Nothing could stop those tears from running down her cheeks…she was so emotional that no one could stop her from what she was doing. She leaned against the wall holding on to the phone and slowly greased down on to the floor against the wall.

Her sobbing turned into a cry that was loud enough to wake the whole vicinity but the screams were only audible to her. She just kept crying till she could hear no sound from the other side, she uncontrollably controlling her tears spoke in to the phone…!

“(Sobbing) Wiping the tears with a single-hand motion, she spoke, ‘How are you? How are things with you?’

“I am good, sweetheart, [Her heart sank, it echoed the same feelings she felt when he used to call her back then…how can he still create the magic, yet again…] as always you are there to take care of me. Why should I worry? Leave about me, tell me about you. I am waiting to hear about you. Meanwhile, you should come to my abode, see it and give me your approving look! Will you, ah?”

Her mind did not read anything after that word…she was stuck there for life. She had missed the word so much. There were so many endearments that could not re-create that just happened.

“Sweetheart, sweetheart….”


“For a moment, I thought you disconnected. Stupid, me I am still not able to believe you called me. I knew, you won’t but as usual I left my number in case you wanted to talk to me. [Laugh] So, I guessed it right. You did call me, sweetie! Wow, what a wonderful day it is?!” [Laughter…that is hearty…no stopping]

“No, don’t call me like that…I might right now run into your arms. You might then regret my decision.”

A slight laughter escaped her breath…she used to always do this to him. Stop his laughter by hers. Only her laughter was heard and it was echoing in his ears, heart and the house of his…he was going crazy with her sound again that filled his soul, his life, his everything that he had held on to till this day.

He never knew it would happen and now it was happening…it was his weirdest dream and secretly he worried if that would happen. He was afraid and lost thinking what if it did not happen, what then and whenever he had this thought he blessed himself with the lord’s blessing and said, “It will happen, dude just keep your faith going…!”

It happened and he was right about it all through the 30 odd years he spent lonely looking for that one soul walking up and down the street across her, staying close to her, watching all her growth and wishing her luck in all the endeavors she took, she had not caught notice of him living right across the street.

He was there at all her victories and failures. He was with her in all her stages of womanhood and saw her grow into a nice and mellowed granny…walking down the same streets that her rocked with her beauty, holding the hands of her grandson and granddaughter, a lady of pride.

In his mind, she did not go past the age of young girl in the college, where he first time saw her.  That is how he restrained himself whenever he got angry looking at her from far…it was a tough decision to be right under her nose and not be available to her. He could not talk to her, see her, take her advice, and hear her laugh, smile, look into the eyes that did tell him a lot…nothing he could do.

Just stand there as he no longer existed and remain there.  Many a times, he thought of leaving the place and going away from her sight completely but he could not gather the courage. He was worried if he deviates from the goal, what will happen?

He took everything in the sight as a mark of his stride and kept the ignited mind working towards his goal and did not stop as long as he laid the first stone towards the goal. He worked day and night and whenever he felt lonely and disturbed he always looked at the solid memories he had and kept himself busy looking at the girl of his dreams, flower and ripen through age right in front of him, only not at his home.

She had not deterred from her services of a wife that she became, she had done everything that a wife did, she flowered, she grew fonder, she was a perfect wife, a mother, a daughter to her in-laws, a sister to his relations, and did all the chores that came her way and also became a successful ‘Home Maker and Professional’ at the same time. She balanced her life perfectly. She was always found with a smile on her face and never seemed to have problems with her life.

But he had seen her crying silently against the walls of her house when no one was around, looking at the sky and crying in ecstasy, the cry in the rain, the silent cry while cooking, the unknown cry that he heard and at those times he always had walked up to the gates of her house to console her, give her a shoulder, but could not enter the gates…always walked back with the hatred of a lifetime.

Hating himself for not doing what was required at that time of lifetime and repenting for it every moment. He had the toughest times in his life and now, it all seemed to melt away at the voice returning to him on that phone call he waited for all his life…he had conquered the world and it was nothing compared to the price – he was hearing.

Nothing in the world was worth it – except for the ‘Beauty’ he was talking to now – ‘It was Worth All the Time, Then…Now…and tomorrow!’

Life begins at 60, said some philosopher. It is very true and his had just begun – No looking back…!