The past few days have been spent in quiet contemplation about matters of the heart (though, some, like my brother, would claim that that’s my perpetual state of being). The trigger – two of my good friends – one, a colleague; and the other, my neighbour; recently got married, and no, not to each other.
Chidiya, better known as Robin Jacob Abraham to the outside world, tied the knot with Sweety Thomas, his girlfriend from his MBA years, on 25 Jan. I remember when he first informed us of the wedding – we were just dawdling in the lunchroom, as is custom, after an uneventful meal. After the initial burst of greetings – ‘Wow, Congratulations man!’ and vigorous back-thumping and handshaking, we sat down to digest the big news. This chidiya was all set to build his own ‘ghosla’. And now, Robin joins that elite minority of married folks at our office. The kind who, perhaps, will start getting a dabba from home.
Chandu, better known as Namita Varma to the outside world (incidentally, her nic for me is the other half of the name of the famous confectioners – ‘Halwai’), tied the knot today, with her beau from Canada – Harminder ‘Tony’ Jit. Theirs was a social-networking romance – Tony, brought up in Canada, bumped into one of Namita’s social profiles online, and the two became friends. One thing led to another, and as of this moment, they both stand happily married – man and wife.
A cousin from Dad’s side of the family is also all set to get married in a week’s time. His is a case of arranged marriage – the girl is a distant family relation.
And despite the fact that most of the people mentioned here do not even know of the existence of this blog, I would like to use this space to wish them all, from the bottom of my heart, a profoundly happy married life.
Anyway, with so many marriages occupying my social calendar, is it any wonder that my thoughts should turn to my own checkered love life? I have been thinking about the past – and all those people who I’ve allowed to mean more to me than they probably expected, or deserved.
And I’ve been thinking about the future – about where I think it’s all headed. And then I spy my mom’s gmail inbox – flooded with ‘new matches’ from tamilmatrimony. And I don’t know whether to laugh or to cry.
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Abhishek: and wat else is up? hows custard?
Me: custard??
Abhishek: isnt dat ur bfs name?
the makapav :p
Me: ??
Abhishek: dat guy naa
Me: kis zamaane ki baat kar raha hai
Abhishek: accha zamana badal gaya hai?
Me: u r so out-of-touch with my life
Abhishek: ab kaun hai, akbar elahabadi?
:p
well u dont bother to post abt it
and only way i know of ur life now is twitter or confuseius
we’re siblings 2.0
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And a poem dedicated to the newly-weds:
Khalil Gibran on Marriage
Then Almitra spoke again and said, And what of Marriage, Master?
And he answered saying:
You were born together, and together you shall be forevermore.
You shall be together when the white wings of death scatter your days.
Ay, you shall be together even in the silent memory of God.
But let there be spaces in your togetherness,
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love:
Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
Fill each other’s cup but drink not from one cup.
Give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf.
Sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, Even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
Give your hearts, but not into each other’s keeping.
For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts.
And stand together yet not too near together:
For the pillars of the temple stand apart,
And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other’s shadow.
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