Our families met yesterday in a traditional marriage proposal meeting.
“Pelli chupulu”. I was always skeptical about this institution of marriage and who else but my parents knew it the best.
I never thought i was a marriage material. Yet they could convince me for taking a try.
None of the items on the checklist for the Mr Prefect even remotely deserved a tick mark, let alone, the most eligible bachelor tag I was attached to by relatives based on my education, my successful career at work and my habits, and the strongest strings that tied this tag to me were my parents - their reputation and the upbringing and, my deep involvement with service and spirituality.
Well, after an hour long drive in city traffic, we arrived at their place. I just wanted to be my self, inside out, no hypocrisy, and it started with the dress. I was wearing my fav board golden bordered white dhoti, crisply starched white shirt, cuffed with my fav pieces of Park Avenue cuff links.
What pleased my most at their place was the ambience and the huge photograph of our family diety. the fragrance of incense, light colors on the walls, well it was impressive indeed.
We talked leisurely for about fifteen minutes, then the father of the girl wanted her to come down. As always I was more intune with the elders than the second cousins and other youngsters around.
She came into the sitting room. Little did she look up in our direction, well i did see her, and it was all OVER...i had instantly fallen in love with that lady who was looking so gorgeous, in a light yellow pink saree. She was perfect intune with my likes, light jewelry, gait, haristyle, it was just all perfect.
My heart was pounding...is she an angle!? That was really my first expression. she sat down so softly on the sofa.
Her parents introduced her to us. we were told that she is disciplined child, and very God Loving. She did her bachelor’s in Computer Science out of choice is currently employed with a big company as a team leader.
Her affiliation to the company and its culture ended with the job, and nothing to do with it after she punches out of duty.
Well that is something really unique these days in city, where getting wooed into after office glitzy and glam life is but natural. She teaches in the Sunday school to the primary classes children.
She was the best student in her academies and a carnatic classical singer.
Dad talked about me, rather crisply. he told her where was I working and told her I was highly devoted ever since childhood and my strong attitude of service. Mom told her about my hobbies.
Well, what was I doing...letting people do the talking and myself basking in the warmth.
She smiled and looked at me for the first time.
I felt someone punched my from the inside of my stomach. I was looking at her, all the while, though she could feel it, she never made the eye contact with me while my parents were talking to her.
she said " Hi " sweetly smiling.
I said "hello".
Those were all the words we exchanged. She was confident and shying at the same time.
Her parents offered us privates space, which i politely declined. I strongly disagree with the concept of a personal interview with a young lady. In our culture, she could never refuse, even if she did’nt like to meet me in person.
Few more exchanges of formal talks and I suggest we move. before we left, I gave her my personal card. (not business card). She respectfully received it .
we bade goodbye. I was driving our car, but was definitely swayed by her charm.
I did my own analysis of all the things on the face value. remarkable things,that form a part are the facts that her upbriging is so strongly routed in our way of life and culture, that the all powerful extended office lifestyle could win her attention. well, having seen how valuable and precious modesty to a woman is, and how women are treated in the vedic way of life, the modern day rampant silicon valley culture repelled me every single time I met it.
This was something I had seen for the first time. Then on Sundays she teaches in the Sunday school in the VIP- village improvement program. well, she would not object my going out for social service as well.
11:00 PM
I was checking my mails for the days last time.
I see her name on top of the list for friend requests.
I accepted it. she was online already.
late night discussion often ruin the next day, especially if your day is scheduled to meet your Vice-president. moreover, i did'nt want to sound desparate to talk to her. I simply logged off. logged off for the day.
“Pelli chupulu”. I was always skeptical about this institution of marriage and who else but my parents knew it the best.
I never thought i was a marriage material. Yet they could convince me for taking a try.
None of the items on the checklist for the Mr Prefect even remotely deserved a tick mark, let alone, the most eligible bachelor tag I was attached to by relatives based on my education, my successful career at work and my habits, and the strongest strings that tied this tag to me were my parents - their reputation and the upbringing and, my deep involvement with service and spirituality.
Well, after an hour long drive in city traffic, we arrived at their place. I just wanted to be my self, inside out, no hypocrisy, and it started with the dress. I was wearing my fav board golden bordered white dhoti, crisply starched white shirt, cuffed with my fav pieces of Park Avenue cuff links.
What pleased my most at their place was the ambience and the huge photograph of our family diety. the fragrance of incense, light colors on the walls, well it was impressive indeed.
We talked leisurely for about fifteen minutes, then the father of the girl wanted her to come down. As always I was more intune with the elders than the second cousins and other youngsters around.
She came into the sitting room. Little did she look up in our direction, well i did see her, and it was all OVER...i had instantly fallen in love with that lady who was looking so gorgeous, in a light yellow pink saree. She was perfect intune with my likes, light jewelry, gait, haristyle, it was just all perfect.
My heart was pounding...is she an angle!? That was really my first expression. she sat down so softly on the sofa.
Her parents introduced her to us. we were told that she is disciplined child, and very God Loving. She did her bachelor’s in Computer Science out of choice is currently employed with a big company as a team leader.
Her affiliation to the company and its culture ended with the job, and nothing to do with it after she punches out of duty.
Well that is something really unique these days in city, where getting wooed into after office glitzy and glam life is but natural. She teaches in the Sunday school to the primary classes children.
She was the best student in her academies and a carnatic classical singer.
Dad talked about me, rather crisply. he told her where was I working and told her I was highly devoted ever since childhood and my strong attitude of service. Mom told her about my hobbies.
Well, what was I doing...letting people do the talking and myself basking in the warmth.
She smiled and looked at me for the first time.
I felt someone punched my from the inside of my stomach. I was looking at her, all the while, though she could feel it, she never made the eye contact with me while my parents were talking to her.
she said " Hi " sweetly smiling.
I said "hello".
Those were all the words we exchanged. She was confident and shying at the same time.
Her parents offered us privates space, which i politely declined. I strongly disagree with the concept of a personal interview with a young lady. In our culture, she could never refuse, even if she did’nt like to meet me in person.
Few more exchanges of formal talks and I suggest we move. before we left, I gave her my personal card. (not business card). She respectfully received it .
we bade goodbye. I was driving our car, but was definitely swayed by her charm.
I did my own analysis of all the things on the face value. remarkable things,that form a part are the facts that her upbriging is so strongly routed in our way of life and culture, that the all powerful extended office lifestyle could win her attention. well, having seen how valuable and precious modesty to a woman is, and how women are treated in the vedic way of life, the modern day rampant silicon valley culture repelled me every single time I met it.
This was something I had seen for the first time. Then on Sundays she teaches in the Sunday school in the VIP- village improvement program. well, she would not object my going out for social service as well.
11:00 PM
I was checking my mails for the days last time.
I see her name on top of the list for friend requests.
I accepted it. she was online already.
late night discussion often ruin the next day, especially if your day is scheduled to meet your Vice-president. moreover, i did'nt want to sound desparate to talk to her. I simply logged off. logged off for the day.
very nice...kani chaduthunte okate doubt...nijamga pelli chupulu jarigaya? or blog kosam raasava? :p
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