It will be ten years tomorrow!

This Friday I will be completing ten years of wedded life. Wow my husband has tolerated my craziness for ten long years. The poor guy needs all my readers’ sympathies. So if you want to comment on this post, please don’t wish us for our anniversary but instead congratulate him for being patience personified! If you want, you can also convey your heartfelt sympathies to him; that is fine too because he absolutely deserves it. On his behalf let me tell you that he has had to incur his share of losses; he once had a curly mop of hair but he is quite bald today. The process of balding started before he knew me but accelerated since December 1996 and has continued to date. The poor thing knew me for three years prior to marriage but didn't quite know what he had bargained for. Living with me has caused him to tear his hair out!

No silly people, this isn't my wedding picture. Neither was my wedding a child marriage nor were we betrothed at cradle. This is my picture taken at my cousin's wedding. I was four at that time and his picture was taken seperately by his parents that same year. Last year I had scanned all our childhood pictures and I played around in Photoshop to make some cheesy photographs. This is one of them. I have my wedding pictures but I don't have the patience to scan them. Besides you guys are better off not seeing dorky pictures of me and my husband.

In case anyone cares or wants to know, I had a typical Maharashtrian wedding, which was long, tedious and ever so boring. Why did I go through it? I was offered a choice to go for a civil ceremony but I chose this because I didn’t think that the traditional wedding would be so tiring. After enduring the ceremony I made my own conclusion as to why the divorce rate in India is so low? It is because no one wants to go through the wedding ceremony ever again.

Since we had to sit by the fire for the rituals, the smoke got into my eyes. I had to get my contact lenses off and literally everything was a blur. I also remember stumbling while walking around the fire. I cannot remember how many times we walked, was it three times, was it five times or was it seven times? To both of us the entire ceremony seemed like an eternity! My hubby then suggested that I should wear my glasses and I glared at him and hissed “NO” and thought to myself, “God doesn’t the guy know anything about me? Give me a break! I will not wear my nerdy glasses on the most important day of my life.” Stumbling and not recognizing my guests was a preferred choice to 20/20 vision.

Love is blind because he endured my glare, gave me a sheepish grin and actually didn’t run away halfway through the ceremony! What if he would have run away from the ceremony? Would they have made a movie “Runaway Groom," the male Indianized version of the Julia Roberts movie Runaway Bride? On second thoughts perhaps he did want to run but since Sanskrit chants are so soporific, he was half drowsy and therefore couldn't escape from the trap. Well it is too late now; he is imprisoned for life with slim chance of parole. He had his chance then and he blew it!