Anniversary!

We complete a year!!!!!!! A year??????? A beautiful year of marriage!!!!!! 365 days of living together!!!!! One year of loving, fighting, cuddling, sleeping, yelling, cooking, travelling, planning, hunting (for work for me), being supportive, being non-judgmental, being lazy, cycling, cleaning, working late, fighting some more, making up, making out, holding hands, talking, waiting up (usually me for himwhen he's working late), laughing, celebrating, dancing, ironing, crying (wee bit, sometimes), getting used to our different routines and body clocks, surprising the other and so much more that we've done together.

Happy Anniversary dearest hubby. I love you so much.

The NEED to blog.

So, I may have stopped blogging, or at least taken a hiatus of sorts, but I still do read my regular ones. I read Utopia a few days ago and was smiling to myself at her NEED to blog at these inane moments. I was seized by one such moment last night. Well after Hubby and I had tucked in for the night. But I didn't. Then. So here I am.

Well, it goes like this. Hubby and I are still, relatively speaking, newly weds. I've been told you are called that for your first year of marriage. So we are still finding our feet around this awesome institution. And may I add, we are loving it. Yes, I have taken for speaking on behalf of the Hubby. He doesn't get a word in these days. But he was forewarned, by his father, a man well conditioned to marriage and its implications.

Any-hoo, I digress. So, we are newly weds and I'm still adjusting to the fact that the Hubby likes his socks to be kept next to his shoes in the shoe rack (open shoe rack, if you may) and not in the socks drawer, while the Hubby is learning that I take half hour to bathe. He has proposed keeping a blanky and pillow in the bathroom cupboard, such a drama queen I tell you.

So in the midst of all this adjusting, just when we think we have finally settled into peaceful co-existence, we get the news of some friend going through a divorce and it rattles our world. And believe you me, this is happening at regular intervals and waaayyy too frequently for our liking. And it scares the living daylights out of us.

So yesterday, I heard rumours about this amazing couple, who a friend suspects, have parted ways and when he told me about it, I was genuinely dumbfounded. It really did not make any sense. But then again, when have matters of the heart been ruled by logic?

When the Hubby got back from work, I told him about it and he really didn't know what to say. As I said, we've been hearing about far too many such incidents for our liking. So, we talked, he was tired, we had a nice home cooked meal and tucked in for the night. Except, I just couldn't sleep. I tossed and turned all night examining our marriage, checking for fissures, making sure we were doing everything right, wondering if I could have been more understanding when he needed to nod off in the afternoon after having woken up at noon or if he could understand that I usually use abuses as terms of endearment and a thousand other such moments. I swear I didn't get a wink of sleep. I watched the sun rise (which, BTW is awfully early these days, half five for chrissakes) and that's when I NEEDED to blog.

I needed to blog about these fears and insecurities and these stories of friends falling apart and why he didn't hug me while sleeping tonight and just when I had made up my mind to get out of bed and vent, he reached for my hand, pulled it over himself, turned around and grunted off to sleep.

I decided to stay and enjoy what I wanted to blog about.

Him versus Her

In case you were wondering as to where I've disappeared, well, nowhere, as of now, but that will change soon. Let me give you the lowdown, though I have no idea how to express the past 6 months of events in words, here!!!!!! Here goes:

So, its October, work is easy-peasy, so much so that it was ok that I didn't turn up for work 5 days in a row and showed up only for 3 hours everyday for the next 20! In short, life was good. That's when he came along.

We met up in the most routine, non-romantic manner possible (at a construction site where a relative was hoping to build something, if you must know). Next thing you know, we were headed off for lunch and ended up spending the day together.

It started off with one day and before we knew it, we were spending his entire vacation together through the day and texting and talking on the phone in the wee hours :) It felt great. We were well aware that everyone around us had held a magnifying glass to our relationship and was waiting for it to culminate into something more concrete, we thought we'd atleast take some time and figure out if we'd like to take it somewhere (that was about as concrete a something as we could offer back then, or so we thought). 10 days of meeting each other and we decided to take a call on whether we'd even want to consider taking 'us' to the next level. For this 'call' we gave ourselves 2 weeks.

3 days later, he proposed and I accepted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So here I am, clearing out my office desk, emotional as hell, looking at the template for our wedding card and just waiting for the D-day!!!!

For those who know me, well you know how much I like my work. For those who dont, well I like (read absolutely adore) my work and the very fact that I'm packing up, ready to leave, for Him, should be a fair indication of how much I love him!

Well, its not!!!

Coz I love him waaaaaaaaay more than that.

When people claim to be poles apart, they have no friggin clue what they're talking of. Get in touch and I shall tell you what 'poles apart' means. For starters, sample this:

Him: Teetotaler

Me: Love my alcohol

Him: Pure vegetarian

Me: Will eat anything that once moved.

Him: Hates tea.

Me: Consume it by the gallon on a daily basis

Him: Idea of a perfect weekend is waking up at noon, only to eat and go back to sleep.

Me: Idea of a perfect weekend is being up and about early and getting as much done as I can possibly fit into 24 hours.

Him: Introvert

Me: I am the one who takes 'extrovert' to a whole new dimension.

I have tonnes more to compare, but this should give you a fair idea of what this marriage entails! To add to it the fact that he is making me quit my job to move to another continent altogether, on paper I should be hating his guts, except.........

The D-day is 22 days away and I'm strangely cool for a first time bride :) Pray people, even if its just the 2 people who read this, please pray!

Wedding Bells!!

Veni, Vedi, Valentine.

He came, he saw, he fell in love.

Now we're getting married! 

She.

PS: Happy Utopia? ;)

Fuddenly it'f cool to be called Kaminey!

Kaifey Kaifey Aifey Waifey ho jata hai, aifey waifey kaifey kaifey ho jata hai! From Iqbal's verse to 'dhan tan tan', the movie had it all. 

Fahid Kapoor as the quintessential goody two shoes Guddu and the epitome of the the spirit of the movie Charlie was, to sum it up, FTUNNING!!!!!!!!!!! Priyanka Chopra acted, which by itself should be enough, but would you believe it, she acted well? Very well. Chandan Roy Sanyal as Mikhail was a find, but the actor who stole the show was Amol Gupte as Bhope Bhau. In a movie where everyone and I mean ABFOLUTEY everyone has done such a fabulous job, it must've been supremely tough to pick a favorite and for one to overshadow the others, but yes if anyone did overshadow the rest, it was Amol Gupte. What is tougher to fathom is that there is sooooooo much talent all in one guy (he is the writer of  Taare Zameen Par). Kinda unfair to the rest of humanity. What actually starts to sink in a few weeks after the movie is the sheer brilliance of Vishal Bhardwaj and his wife Rekha Bhardwaj. Supremely talented couple and I dont know how their minds work the way they do, but I am so glad they do. From Maqbool to Omkara to Kaminey, their work has been outstanding.

This post was not intended to be a movie review, but the entire experience was so overwhelming. References to Quentin Tarantino and Martin Scorsese are inevitable and for the first time, I saw a hindi movie good enough to belong to that genre. The dialogues, cinematography, background score, direction, everything was FUPER. 

Everyone I saw it with LOVED the movie. So much so that frantic plans are being made to watch it over and over again with different groups of people in a bid to educate the masses (white man's burden et all). But I do hear of people who did not like the movie at all. Here's my theory to it:

"There are two kind of people in this world. One who loved the movie and two who did not understand it."

The things we do!

He called her to let her know he was coming over for a day. Just ONE day. That too, when he was coming over for work. She didn't hold her breath. They were quite used to this, being in the same town for a couple of hours and not meeting, calling from airports to drop a word and going away, sharing crazy moments together in one city and then acting like strangers the very next time they'd meet. They were entertaining to say the least. 

She had met him a few weeks ago, when they'd shared a good meal with fabulous wine. It started off with a huge gang of friends and slowly with each passing hour one or the other dropped off till it was only them, sharing the night, the wine and the proximity. It was rather heady and it took them all their resolve to head off in opposite directions as the day drew to a close. 

And now, here he was calling her to let her know he was coming over. 

She made other plans. 

They both had learnt long ago to not count on each other for the usual pleasantries and meeting expected norms of civil behaviour. Hence, without waiting for a word from him, she made other plans. 

He landed and called. They spoke and then he had to rush for work. He called again. They spoke and then she had to head for work. He called again and implored her to meet him. This she wasn't used to. The vulnerable side of him. He'd always kept his guard up. She had suspected him of something many many years ago but all these years of aloofness forom his end convinced her that it was her imagination. But now, he WANTED to meet her. 

She went over to pick him up for a meal. He asked her in and couldn't keep his eyes off her. The first genuine compliment in a few years fell from his mouth and her astonishment made him cup his hand over his mouth. He knew he'd given himself away. 

He held her close. But she knew at the back of her mind that their table awaited them and time was really not on their side. He breathed in her perfume and she his eyes. They knew they had to choose. It took them only one second to make that choice.

As his lips drew closer to hers, she chose her Heineken. 

Heave Ho and Off We Go!

To my 2 regular anonymous readers:

Thanks for your support, but you know I need to get off for a while. So, its toodles for a bit from me, I dunno if and when I'll be back.

Till later.