How I met your father

Dear Tanvi

In a few years from now, you may wonder about love, romance & marriage. You had innocently asked me once where you were when your father & I met. I’d told you that you were in the sky then & came in much later. You were busy playing with God when we met each other & then God sent you into my stomach & you came into our lives.

Today, I want you to know how your father & I met; and how we went on to get married.

I was working in UTL in Whitefield since Sept 2004. Your father joined the company in March 2005. I remember the day I saw him for the 1st time. I was at my desk. I stood up & turned around to get a print. That’s when I noticed a tall, well-built man, formally dressed, standing outside Carol’s cabin (Admin mgr). He had curly, wet (?!) hair. What I can never forget is his ‘nasheeli’ eyes - big, dark, round eyes. Hypnotic. There was a soft “wow” in my head. I turned away. He must be one of the vendors, I thought. I forgot all about him.

A week later, he reappeared. Apparently, that day he had come for an interview. He was now Carol’s assistant & was going to be seated in the workstation right behind mine. I later learnt that, the previous night, he was so drunk, that the next day when he finally made it to the interview somehow, he was suffering from a very bad hangover. So much for his ‘nasheeli’ eyes!

He enjoyed female attention. He loved cracking jokes & generally playing to the gallery. The 4-5 girls who were seated in the same bay, always surrounded him & laughed at all his silly jokes & ‘ooh- aah’d at all the songs he played on his system. I hated him. I thought he was one BIG show-off. How I detested all show-offs!! I never laughed at any of his jokes & held myself back from enjoying the ‘stupid’ music he played.

I can’t recall what broke the ice between us but slowly we started talking. He sure was a lot of fun!!


















In April, we –a group of 3 girls & 2 boys- went to Chennarayapatna, to attend Sumanth Gowda’s brother’s post-wedding banquet. Your father & I had the time of our life that day. There were tears in my eyes – that’s how much he made me laugh. Who could resist his antics & witty one-liners?! I think I was beginning to fall in love –again –with him! To this day, the snap we took there, is prominently displayed in the showcase of our living room.

In May, he said he wanted to marry me. On June 17th 2005, we became man & wife.

Come June this 2011, it’s going to be 6 years for our marriage. In hindsight, would I change anything? No. Should I have not loved him? No. Would I rather have married the steady, well-settled, mature, sensible, upright, responsible, always correct, Mr. Right? Certainly …………………………..…. NO.

I’m lucky to be your father’s best friend & wife. I hope you’re just as lucky. Today, I can wish you more but all I really want to wish you is an equally (if not more) interesting man you would want to spend your life (P.S: but more importantly your holidays) with!!

Love,
Mummy