Before we start writing, we want to clarify one thing. As we have already mentioned, this calling ourselves we/us is going to cause some confusion. Today’s topic can be very confusing if you think we are generalizing. We are not… We will not be generalizing. Because we are talking about love story. Our (see… this is what we are talking about.) love story. When we say we/us/our etc., it means only us, the writer of the blog and occasionally us and the girl. Today is the lady’s birthday and we love her so very much. We definitely do not want her to be cross with us. Here.. we will put a pic of us with her…. OK No. We actually thought we will put one of those animals in love (those “cute” ones…) kind of pictures and say something sickeningly sweet but we do not want to overdo it.
From a long time, all these so called relationship Gurus and other mere mortals had pondered whether men and women could be “just friends”. Then suddenly one person made a movie called "When Harry Met Sally" and people came to conclusion that it may not be possible. Then some other guy made “Hum Tum” and people realized it’s just remake of “When harry Met Sally”. We are moving out of syllabus already, aren’t we? Friendship can become love, but love never ever can become friendship. Love is like earthquake, a strange feeling that arrives without warning. But friendship is like Sharad Pawar’s bank balance. Increases steadily day after day no matter what. See. We can churn out some philosophical BS too. OK. Back to topic. She was our best friend first and then we decided that we will spend our life with her. Now live in was not an option. So we had to go to the next viable one. The big M. Wait. We will tell what happened.
Well.. It had to happen.. Happened, that’s all... It’s like a movie story. All those crappy college musicals you have seen. The hero and the heroine meet in college, friendship blossoms; they become best friends, and then fall in love. Only better, because it has us in it. We are the hero of this story. It our story and we are telling it. We fell for her eyes, the first time we saw her. We were classmates, exchanged smiles, and started talking. It was in the 5th semester of Engineering that the class decided to have a trip to Madikeri and Irpu falls. We had a pretty good time and spoke a lot to her. We gradually became good friends. Started spending more time with each other.. Shared our happiness, sad moments, secrets, fears. Spoke about everything under the sun. We stayed with each other every moment. Gradually became best friends..
We both got jobs in Campus interviews. Then our company told us that we have to go to Coimbatore for training. Shittiest two months we have spent. We don’t have anything against the place. The food was awesome. But the training and the whole environment was not good. But that was when we decided that we cannot live without her. We had stumbled across another metaphorical Bodhi Tree. Bells started ringing and we started to feel that somebody with an accordion was standing behind us. Then we crashed back to earth when the actual music began and we realized it’s a typical Tamil Tappanguchi song. Bloody TR. Anyways, we had envisioned our future. In typical Ambani pose, we sat and decided. Best friend, yes. Now we wanted her to be our life partner too. We told her in no uncertain terms that we are committed to her, she lambasted us. But even though she was our best buddy, she had not realized that we are an adamant douchebag. We stuck to our decision.
When the company told us that after training we will be working in Bangalore, we were ecstatic. For right reasons. But we had work as well. We had shifts during alternate weekends, because we agreed for the assignment without bothering to realize the repercussions. Yes. Like how Sehwag bats. But turns out our luck was good. We ended up making good friends and a good team as well. If we were not in office for the weekend, we were in Mysore. Three weeks after we started working, came October 24. We had had a fight previous day regarding future. We had told her again that we love her and she was not happy with it. We met her before going home for Diwali, We started arguing. She was angry with us that we were not being a friend and ruining the friendship etc. Turns out all that was just to play with us. Because in the heat of the moment, we popped the question. She said "Dunno', then "may be", and finally "YES' and… started crying.
Our parents guessed that something was going on as we would meet whenever possible. We spoke to our parents about it the next year. Initially they were skeptical about it but soon gave in. We did know that if mothers agreed, fathers do not have much of a say. All the formalities took almost a year, and finally they said fine, let’s all celebrate the Boy’s enslaving ceremony. We were ecstatic. And nervous. So nervous that Mohd Rafi’s epic Kannada song was running through our head. Yes. We said Rafi and we said Kannada. We won’t tell which one. Google it if you want. OK be serious, it’s our marriage we are talking about. We don’t want her to be angry at us. We even sat in front of the fire for days while being slowly tandoori’ed. OK that’s all we details we will give about marriage. We are not giving details about the honeymoon and stuff.
We never thought that we will be in for love marriage. Until we went to friggin’ Coimbatore. She is everything we can ask for. As they say, our friend, philosopher, guide... She has been there for us whenever we needed someone. Now she has given us a promise that she will stay with us in good times or bad. Why do we love her? Why do we like her so much? Why do we trust her so much? Why is she our best friend? We never could answer these questions properly. Since as specified it is a question we are asking ourselves, please do not opine. She is the best thing that life has given to us. Tom Hanks, in Forrest Gump, said "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get." True... Four years ago, we were strangers.. Now she is our love, our sweetheart. Our wife (We swear to God. If you snigger, we are onto you. )
From a long time, all these so called relationship Gurus and other mere mortals had pondered whether men and women could be “just friends”. Then suddenly one person made a movie called "When Harry Met Sally" and people came to conclusion that it may not be possible. Then some other guy made “Hum Tum” and people realized it’s just remake of “When harry Met Sally”. We are moving out of syllabus already, aren’t we? Friendship can become love, but love never ever can become friendship. Love is like earthquake, a strange feeling that arrives without warning. But friendship is like Sharad Pawar’s bank balance. Increases steadily day after day no matter what. See. We can churn out some philosophical BS too. OK. Back to topic. She was our best friend first and then we decided that we will spend our life with her. Now live in was not an option. So we had to go to the next viable one. The big M. Wait. We will tell what happened.
Well.. It had to happen.. Happened, that’s all... It’s like a movie story. All those crappy college musicals you have seen. The hero and the heroine meet in college, friendship blossoms; they become best friends, and then fall in love. Only better, because it has us in it. We are the hero of this story. It our story and we are telling it. We fell for her eyes, the first time we saw her. We were classmates, exchanged smiles, and started talking. It was in the 5th semester of Engineering that the class decided to have a trip to Madikeri and Irpu falls. We had a pretty good time and spoke a lot to her. We gradually became good friends. Started spending more time with each other.. Shared our happiness, sad moments, secrets, fears. Spoke about everything under the sun. We stayed with each other every moment. Gradually became best friends..
We both got jobs in Campus interviews. Then our company told us that we have to go to Coimbatore for training. Shittiest two months we have spent. We don’t have anything against the place. The food was awesome. But the training and the whole environment was not good. But that was when we decided that we cannot live without her. We had stumbled across another metaphorical Bodhi Tree. Bells started ringing and we started to feel that somebody with an accordion was standing behind us. Then we crashed back to earth when the actual music began and we realized it’s a typical Tamil Tappanguchi song. Bloody TR. Anyways, we had envisioned our future. In typical Ambani pose, we sat and decided. Best friend, yes. Now we wanted her to be our life partner too. We told her in no uncertain terms that we are committed to her, she lambasted us. But even though she was our best buddy, she had not realized that we are an adamant douchebag. We stuck to our decision.
When the company told us that after training we will be working in Bangalore, we were ecstatic. For right reasons. But we had work as well. We had shifts during alternate weekends, because we agreed for the assignment without bothering to realize the repercussions. Yes. Like how Sehwag bats. But turns out our luck was good. We ended up making good friends and a good team as well. If we were not in office for the weekend, we were in Mysore. Three weeks after we started working, came October 24. We had had a fight previous day regarding future. We had told her again that we love her and she was not happy with it. We met her before going home for Diwali, We started arguing. She was angry with us that we were not being a friend and ruining the friendship etc. Turns out all that was just to play with us. Because in the heat of the moment, we popped the question. She said "Dunno', then "may be", and finally "YES' and… started crying.
Our parents guessed that something was going on as we would meet whenever possible. We spoke to our parents about it the next year. Initially they were skeptical about it but soon gave in. We did know that if mothers agreed, fathers do not have much of a say. All the formalities took almost a year, and finally they said fine, let’s all celebrate the Boy’s enslaving ceremony. We were ecstatic. And nervous. So nervous that Mohd Rafi’s epic Kannada song was running through our head. Yes. We said Rafi and we said Kannada. We won’t tell which one. Google it if you want. OK be serious, it’s our marriage we are talking about. We don’t want her to be angry at us. We even sat in front of the fire for days while being slowly tandoori’ed. OK that’s all we details we will give about marriage. We are not giving details about the honeymoon and stuff.
We never thought that we will be in for love marriage. Until we went to friggin’ Coimbatore. She is everything we can ask for. As they say, our friend, philosopher, guide... She has been there for us whenever we needed someone. Now she has given us a promise that she will stay with us in good times or bad. Why do we love her? Why do we like her so much? Why do we trust her so much? Why is she our best friend? We never could answer these questions properly. Since as specified it is a question we are asking ourselves, please do not opine. She is the best thing that life has given to us. Tom Hanks, in Forrest Gump, said "Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get." True... Four years ago, we were strangers.. Now she is our love, our sweetheart. Our wife (We swear to God. If you snigger, we are onto you. )
he he... :) Funny and nice n cute :) Thanks dear :)
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