I feel all the readers must have had a hearty laugh in reading my year 1994 storey. But the question posed by me “Were the girl’s parents right in their reasoning?” was ignored by all of you except Thomas KA Thank you sir. Christopher Danielraj Sir, You were too optimistic in your prediction. But that did not materialise. Having failed in my two earlier attempts during the festival time (1993 & 1994), I decide that I will give assent for my nuptials only after my younger sister gets married. Meanwhile I get a marriage alliance. Akin to my sister who is a Postgraduate in Chemistry and working in a private college as Lecturer, the prospective bride too is a Postgraduate in Zoology and Lecturer in a private college. I stand by my decision and my parents disclose to her parents that they may have to wait till my sister’s marriage, for whom we are searching a life partner. At the end of year (1994), on 23rd October my sister’s marriage takes place. No surviving maternal uncles - so their roles are taken by we brothers including cousins. I must mention here my thanks to all my relatives and friends who helped me making it a grand event. Kanyadaan function moves me to tears, when the priest reads the verses and explains it’s significance. The next day we at home feel a sense of emptiness. The neighbour’s radio when beams the song “Phoolon ka taaron ka, sabaka kehna hai Ek hazaaron mein meri behanaa hai” I am all choked up. Within two- three months after sister’s marriage, the parents of the prospective bride whom I mentioned earlier again visit my home and meet me in office also. As per their and my parents wish I visit them at their home along with one of my friend. There I meet her uncle, brothers, mother and also the girl. But her dad is absent. When queried I am told that he has gone to Bangalore (now Bengaluru) for some work. She doles out some eatables and hot coffee in her own hands purportedly prepared by herself. In the ensuing casual chat, I tell them I am an ardent devotee of Lord Venkataramana and also invite them to visit the temple during forthcoming festival time (Year1995). Then I leave in my friend’s car with a hope that finally the Lord has given me a “Jeevansathi” and apt period is Car Festival occasion for solemnising the marriage. I celebrate the festival with even much greater fervour than the previous years. By the time festival ends, news trickle in; the girl whom I thought will be my soulmate is all set to wed someone else. Her dad who was away in Bengaluru when I visited them in their home has cemented another (perhaps better) alliance. No point in blaming the destiny. I simply own my mistake. My poor decision-making in delaying the marriage has caused this Year 1995 tragedy for me. So near, yet so agonisingly far. Be ready now for coming Sunday to experience the phenomenon of Year 1996.
Posted on: Sat, 27 Jul 2013 18:33:38 +0000
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