.. and I'm married. :)
The only thing that a lot of people seem to be able to ask me these days is "How's married life treating you?"
Apart from the very obvious differences (living in a different house, no amma/appa at close quarters, no malika-madness and so forth), it actually does not feel very much different from what it was. It's pretty difficult actually, to suddenly start blushing at the mention of A's name, when I've known him for almost 15 years, and have been in a relationship for 4. My grandmother is pretty disappointed - she'd asked me if we talk to each other enough. :))
But then, it is also very silly to assume that nothing at all has changed. You're living with a different person, you'll grow old together, you'll have each other around all the time and so on. It's weird not to have amma already in the kitchen every morning, with the coffee ready. It's also very strange to be cooking and cleaning for your own household and looking after your new family member. It's kind of funny (and flattering) when you realize that in some ways, your husband has found some kind of a substitute in you, for his mother.
So, now in addition to have been schoolmates, choir-mates and colleagues; we're now husband and wife. Above all, we're still excellent friends - life should be pretty good. :)
Saturday, June 05, 2010
Thursday, February 11, 2010
And the days go by..
.. 'whiz past' might be a better phrase at this point of time.
Yup. The wedding is approaching, and everyday there seem to be several new additions to my to-do list. As if that were insufficient, I have several types of to-do lists now. We (For the record - I am not being pompous and referring to myself in the third person) are graduating from 'to-do lists' to 'to-do books' at quite an alarming rate.
In the midst of all this madness, there is the usual desire to go back to being a kid. What is it about responsibility and charge that makes you want it; and then makes you want to give it up the minute you are handed some?
I want to go back to being 5. I miss the days when I could do what I wanted to (not counting homework, that is); the days when I was so pampered and did not have a care in the world. The bliss of amma supplying everything without me having to move a muscle. The choice of napping in the noon - if my older self had seen my younger self throw tantrums and refuse to nap in the noons, the OS would have kicked the YS fairly hard, I think. It's a good thing we don't have the option of time travel - yet.
Well, I guess childhood is something most of us want to go back to, but it is on the eve of a wedding that full meaning of responsibility hits you. To be responsible for a household, a family, passing on values, traditions, ethics is quite intimidating.
Anyway, I guess there's nothing to do but wait and watch. And needless to say, deal with the to-do lists. :)
PS: If any of the aforementioned sentences sound garbled, it is because I'm typing this out after a long, hard and super-taxing day at work.
PPS: My passport application was verified on Sunday. There is a God.
Yup. The wedding is approaching, and everyday there seem to be several new additions to my to-do list. As if that were insufficient, I have several types of to-do lists now. We (For the record - I am not being pompous and referring to myself in the third person) are graduating from 'to-do lists' to 'to-do books' at quite an alarming rate.
In the midst of all this madness, there is the usual desire to go back to being a kid. What is it about responsibility and charge that makes you want it; and then makes you want to give it up the minute you are handed some?
I want to go back to being 5. I miss the days when I could do what I wanted to (not counting homework, that is); the days when I was so pampered and did not have a care in the world. The bliss of amma supplying everything without me having to move a muscle. The choice of napping in the noon - if my older self had seen my younger self throw tantrums and refuse to nap in the noons, the OS would have kicked the YS fairly hard, I think. It's a good thing we don't have the option of time travel - yet.
Well, I guess childhood is something most of us want to go back to, but it is on the eve of a wedding that full meaning of responsibility hits you. To be responsible for a household, a family, passing on values, traditions, ethics is quite intimidating.
Anyway, I guess there's nothing to do but wait and watch. And needless to say, deal with the to-do lists. :)
PS: If any of the aforementioned sentences sound garbled, it is because I'm typing this out after a long, hard and super-taxing day at work.
PPS: My passport application was verified on Sunday. There is a God.