Thursday, November 10, 2011

How I Met My Husband.......A long flash back (Part 3)



Another day and another prospective alliance came my way : the boy was the son of an Acharyan (A theological/ spiritual preceptor – A guru ) in our ancestral hometown of  Srirangam near Trichy.  He was an engineer and was very fair and good looking ( that’s the way my dad would describe him in any case). He literally fell headlong for me the moment he set eyes on me. He made it very clear to my father also how he felt about me. He succeeded  in convincing his orthodox parents also and things were moving forward too quickly for my liking.  But I did not like him, and I was worried that somehow I would be forced to say "yes".  The very thought of going to live with his ultra orthodox family even for one single day was horrifying for me.  I would be compelled to wear a 9 yard saree in the orthodox madisar  fashion and follow all the "aachaarams"  (Rituals) and various other arcane rules of behaviour and conduct set by their highly conservative society, befitting his exalted position as the Acharyan (Guru) .   

In the meantime the boy started communicating with my father through letters and phone calls, how he was looking forward to becoming  a part of our family, that we need not worry about his orthodox family,as he planned to set up a separate establishment once married, and visit them only occasionally, that he would take good care of me and blah blah………..

His letters kept coming and I was really irritated by his persistence, and because of him my father started telling my mother how she was not training me also in our orthodox Iyengar way of life, for unless I was properly tutored in these matters, I would always shun  such practices which our forebears in their infinite wisdom had designed scientifically for our benefit only.  My mother and I therefore  got into a secret pact  never to let my father see, any more of the letters that the boy from Srirangam was shooting off.  Fortunately also, the boy’s father had lots of demands up his sleeves which my father did not like and so there I was once again saved from the fire,  but not before a little bit of frying in the pan.  You  simply cannot imagine how horrifying each experience was when you don’t know with whom you might end up for the rest of your life.
After several more prospective alliances,  and every alliance going nowhere, it was the turn of an Army officer to come my way.  You will not believe it  if I told you that by now I had seen and been seen by about 300 boys in just 4 years time. It sounds  implausible, but not so if you were resident in Madras in those days.

Let me clear the air here a little bit to say that my father was not such a hateful person as portrayed by me.  It was  just that the circumstances were different, and it was quite the norm to have dominating fathers in most households  those days.  I must do justice to him for the various other aspects of him as a good father, a good husband and a good man in another blog on an other day.
                                      
This Army boy ( officer actually) was also very good looking : he had to be, for my parents would not approve of somebody who was not - the basics were never compromised.  “Goodlooking, educated,  well employed and of good family background" were the minimum specifications.  Now you see, there was a time when my father would not even care for alliances that were advertised in the news-papers nor would he even consider boys from the Army, Navy and Air Force. But times had changed and beggars could not be choosers, and we could not afford to ignore alliances coming from whichever corner of the ring.  Since my father had himself been in the Army and later on shifted to work as a civilian in the Army, he was well aware of the shortcomings and disadvantages of an Army life.  He would say very few people in the Army had good habits and one couldn’t blame them : their life was very tough and there would be several instances when one just had to take what was coming,  and to simply grin and bear.  My father never smoked nor did he drink.  He was a Food Technologist for the Army and it was his job to test and taste everything, and approve these commodities for bulk supplies to the army personnel.  His brother’s sons were all in the Army and Navy and surprisingly none of them succumbed to these vices as well.   But could I expect the same from the boy who came to see me?
The Army boy and his parents did come on the appointed day, saw me and liked me very much.  I also did not really dislike him.   These Army folks exude a certain charm that is difficult to resist.  Other men can learn a few things from them, like how to treat a Lady, and to be polite and dignified with elders etc. Of course everything is fine with them as long as they don’t get drunk and misbehave in public, or even in private.

Well, getting back to my story, my father had convinced me that all Army people need not be tarred with the same brush.  He then brainwashed me to think of a wonderful life filled with parties and various activities that would interest me, and all the wonderful and exotic places in the far corners of India I would get to see and so on.  Of course, deep in his heart he knew that only part of it was true, and so did I:not everything  would be as rosy and cosy as portrayed by him.  My poor father, he was so sincere in his efforts, sometimes I was really moved by his sincerity and his determination to get things done, come what may. This waiting for the so called 'Mr. Right' can't go on and on, somewhere, someone has to put a stop. Accepting things the way they were, and looking  realistically at the world around me was the best option. The boy was good, in every sense, except for being in the Army, which was minor issue, one should always look for the positives  in life and move forward.
 Somehow I sensed a change coming over me:  rather reluctantly, I braced myself to look forward to a so called funfilled life in the army. 

I know you people would want to know everything right now, but it would be too long for a blog, so I have to try and keep it short and crisp, and share my experiences in parts without boring all of you too.
Does my story so far sound weird, well watch out for more weirdness to come......
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26 comments:

  1. very interesting...dont let down the A, N and AF!

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  2. Following this series very sincerely , Rama.Can't wait to read the next part :)

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  3. Intresting....I enjoyed reading the story!

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  4. ohh Rama..I see how much pressure was on you and your family..no 300 scares me...but I am waiting to see how it all ends. when I saw your blog updated on sidebar I thought..hmmm...is it going to end today or we have to wait more :) but After 3 post I have developed a patience so no hurry..continue:) loved reading...

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  5. Hm.. 300. That's huge. For me it was just 3...

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  6. 300 boys, awesome! Some more phew!!

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  7. Hi Rama.. Can't wait to know if The army guy happened to be your husband... :)

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  8. 300 boys! Oh my God! I am really impatient to know the full story now! :(

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  9. 300 in 4 years? Well, you beat me!!! LOL on the acharam and anushtanam;) I know many Srirangam Iyengars...these days it is indeed rare to find them so traditional! so what happened to the Army man??? Waiting...

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  10. The story gets more and more interesting with each segment Rama:) I can hardly wait for the next part....the mystery is almost too much for me:):) I want to call you and find out what happened right now:)

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  11. absolutely interesting!! keep them coming.... no issues ..... we will wait....

    But you know i can empathise with parents like your mom and dad(just llike mine).... there are so mamy parents out there who want to get their beloved daughters married to a decent and loving family.....

    And even in today's age of cross continental and cultural marriages, i see many parents of not only girls but also boys scouting for a decent alliance......

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  12. It is too interesting for words Rama! I wish I had listened to it in person, missed it though:-)

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  13. oh no- do not keep it short and crisp- PLEASE keep going- I'm on the edge of my seat wanting to know the rest of the story :)

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  14. Dropping by to say Hi!! See u soon x

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  15. Hello Rama,

    Your header photo is spell binding.

    Your story of how you met your husband is very interesting and I can also understand the anxieties of an arranged marriage.

    Recently I talked to a Nair girl working in my bank. She will get married this month. When I asked her where her future husband is working, she said she did not know. I was quite surprised to know this. She said that such things happen in conservative Nair families. The parents decide everything. She hardly has any say in this matter. Imagine this is happening in modern days.

    Wish you all the best,
    Joseph

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  16. WEll How long more :) how many parts are there I am getting veyr impatient now .. write the last part first he he he hee :)

    Interesting story so far mam..

    Bikram's

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  17. OMG ths s interesting Rama...arranged marriage can only give all the thrills of marriage i guess...i really adore you after reading ths...

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  18. Thanks everybody for patiently following my story.What we think is important and interesting may not be the same for others. However blog is a public way of sharing, our thoughts, feelings and experiences etc.
    Maybe somewhere, someone would be able to relate to the thoughts expressed here.
    We must say, times have changed for the better, and though even now marriage is a gamble whether arranged or done out of one's own choice, there are many options out there, and more and more people choose to remain single.

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  19. I will go with Linhy's comment - yeh Rama didi ,very cute !!It is like i am reading my masi's(her name is Kamla) story only in a different set up and in the end you met your prince charming and she chose to remain single .

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  20. Very beautiful story, keep do it with passion!

    Boca do Lobo
    http://www.bocadolobo.com/

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  21. Uhhhhhhh! more susupense again. This is the best series I have ever read in my life. Why are you on the blog - u should be writing a novel or a serial in the magazine. 300 in 4 years - OMG can't imagine. Just got hooked to one very early on and looks like missed all the fun :-). Waiting for the next episode Rama.

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  22. Hey, this should be a great novel Rama. Do give it a good thought if you haven't so far. Enjoying every bit of the story.

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  23. I think I will read the whole novel and comment, Rama! This is really like an interesting novel!

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