Luv Shuv, Shaadi Vaadi

I never thought I would be the first one among the self proclaimed legendary group of civil engineers to get married first but as every series has a finale, every love story also comes to an end. For my luck, mine is ending on the right side of the line. Or I believe so.

I met her nearly two years back. Then we met again. And again. But when we finally met after this, we were both shattered in pieces. But in the solace of each other’s company we picked ourselves pieces by pieces, formatted ourselves and geared up for the thing called life. And then, rest is history.

People ask me when I decide to get married. It’s a funny story with a serious ending. I went to a certain club in US. But in this certain club where morality is least expected from an individual, I, guy not known to be bound by a well fabricated moral fiber, felt moral compulsion for the first time in life. I took that as a sign from God. Yes, God is everywhere. Even in the places where cover charge is applicable. So I came back, I proposed her and she said nothing which I took as ‘yes’. Thanks to a bhery bhery long friendship bond between my dad and her dad, dosti rishtedari mein badal gayi.

Now when I reflect upon the last two years, it makes me realize that whatever we believe love to be, whatever we hope it to be, it is never the same. It always surprises us. I always used to believe in a fairy tale kind of love. A love so perfect that can make every goddamn ‘Rom-Com’ feels like a tragic movie. But its not. I know now. Love is never perfect. Love will never ever be perfect. The most important thing to know and believe is that it turns you into a better person.

In the last two year, we have seen what a generation can’t experience in decades; we have fought what many countries do in centuries;  we have loved what many people can’t do in lifetimes. We have laughed, we have cried, fought but in the end we have always end up in each other arms. We didn’t promise each other perfect life. We never will. Because it can not be done. But we have promised to have and to hold, for better or for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish; until death do us part; or I become a rockstar.

 Date for the events along with mailing address for the gifts and wishes will be conveyed soon.