It’s been four months since I left home. Though this isn’t my first time away from home but definitely feels strange.

Sitting by a window sill overlooking mounds of tiny Alyssums , SoCal weather at its best , I rewind to the noisy balcony back home. I keep reading that Change is Good , if yes then marriage moved me 8000 miles away from my cocoon to face a plethora of possibilities in all walks of life.

Having grown in a typical South Indian middle class family , marriage to me meant the onset of a mundane lifestyle in sync with Aunty Acid’s husband-wife jokes.

This was in direct contradiction to a few lines that remained with me since school — —

“My bounty is as boundless as the sea ,

my love as deep; the more I give to thee,

The more I have , for both are infinite.”

— Romeo & Juliet

None of this bottomless devotion is possible if you get 20 mins to talk to a guy ; 7 days to decide if he is the one for you and 60 days before he is crowned your life partner.

We term the comical sequence of events as an “Arranged Marriage” meant for the weak majority who have failed the quest to seek the love of their lives.

Short yet crucial matrimonial interviews once cleared , you take the plunge having still not forgotten the long romantic pursuit from English Classics. The wedding events that unfold take the form of a battle between two self obsessed families smitten by the culture bug.

Fast forward a couple of months into the marriage and reality looks something like this:-

(An amalgamation of a typical Bangalorean with a Tamil guy)

Hindi Vs Tamil Songs

Roti Vs Rice

Veg Vs Non-Veg

Hike Vs Beach Walk

RomCom Vs Horror Movies

If you thought you would feel like the couple in Alaipayuthe , trust me they are just like good hair days , happens occasionally.

Love or Arranged you receive as much as u give , and face the sands of time.

For the guys planning take the plunge , remember you don’t get to have the remote everyday!