the longer we r together...more the reasons to love- 2

The deeper i dig in the vast folds of my brain, all these memories are hiding...i know lots of people will scoff...yes i have memories and i can recollect with a lot of strain...but these blogs i intend as a gift to V on our 6th anniversary ( a small voice is cheeping..cheapskate!!)...hey cheap i am not but absolutely run out of original gift ideas...Guys are so hard to gift especially the ones who don't read...and very sheepishly i admit this blog idea is not completely original either...

When people in 'luuuve' get married do they think it out?..what are they getting into?...especially us indians since we marry much more than the person himself, and when you marry a gujju you are marrying a lot of people...and when i mean a lot, its really a lot...

Well did i know this before i married...i did. I was given a family tree to memorize, but little did it prepare me for what i saw later ..( though my dad did give me a lot of warnings, which were thrown to the perfumed winds of luuuv and since my dad was the 'villan', even if for a short while, his words had to be ignored...thats how it goes, right)
I got my first taste of phamili after the engagement when every weekend till the wedding was spent in lunches and dinner at various relatives, mind you no repeats and considering my engagement lasted for a year it was a lot of people...but that was not all, after the wedding i went through the same routine again for a year...Well now you know the secret to my healthy figure...

Six years and many many meals, picnics, family trips(and many kilos) later i have come of to know and love this big horde of Juthani's.If i have made fun of the gujju love for outing, eating out, entertaining( which i most certainly have) i am certainly guilty of enjoying it too..I have been sucked into their loud world of fun ( i must admit i looked over my shoulder initially cringing at the noise we were making...but i was missing out the fun i realized soon enough) hey what the heck, i was falling head over in heels with the unspoken bond this huge family shared and i wanted to be a part of it too..they were welcoming me with open arms and all i had to do was let them hug...they hardly awaited for my consent...being shy was not heard of in this family...
I have a lump in my throat as i think of them...
Coming from the clan of stiff Tamilians who probably express their happiness with a handshake or a nod and some stretching of cheek muscles, Hugs are unheard of in my family...i was run over by the affection and the sheer number of people..Well to be honest there are times i am upto my neck with family hooplas, that's when i can escape to the world of nods and grunts..
I seem to have the best of both worlds...touchwood...
Once again thanks V for the amazing family, immediate and extended...I am glad i jumped of the cliff blindfolded, if i had looked down i certainly would have backed off...
To every community that cant look beyond their nose...which is all of them i guess...u r missing it!!

the longer we r together...more the reasons to love

Its been a journey of all sorts...A six year long journey....has it been that long!..doesn't feel so...as i write, in my head i can see lots of mini events marking each year...i am sure there are many more but in my sieve like memory some have permanently lodged themselves.
I met V 14 yrs ago, a painfully shy, seriously malnourished, gawky teenager( i am making myself sound like a 100 yrs old)...let me introduce myself of then too..annoyingly loud, trying hard to be cool ( to me i already was the epitome of "i dont care"), slightly plump( sigh)...

In my wildest dreams i would not have anything to do with a gujju from suburbs...how could i even be friends with someone who drops their 'h's or belongs to the community of grammatical mistakes.
But fate is often waiting to kick your backside for holding prejudices...and it did just so..
As i got to know V better i considered him an exception in my 'pre-conceived opinion about gujjus' check list..He spoke good english and that was enough to please memsahib (me) and so we became friends....
Then the usual 'dosti kab pyaar me badal gaayi pata hi nahin chala' thing happened.........Soon the inevitable moment came proposal time..and when i didnt see that coming easily from that end i had to corner the guy and say it... anyways coming back to the point...

Not only did i marry the gujju from suburbs...but also get my written work proof read by him and listen to snide remarks about my south indian accent (ha..ha)...I have eaten all my words and the lists..........
Thanks V for silently taking on this snobby bull by its tail and teaching it a thing or two....( i am sure i shall receive the standard lecture about punctuation marks and sentence construction)