Marriage matters

It started a good five years ago - the matrimonial hunt. By the time my mom finished her task (of getting a good & apt son-in-law) and gave in marriage to S, she has become an expert in jaadhaga kattams/nakshatra poruthams, etc while dad has revived his letter writing skills after some 15-odd years!! And, i have honed my skill of satire and commenting on the bunch of photos dat v used 2 receive from the prospective grooms (take this - ivan thaan paiyyana? MK Azhagiri ku jeans pant pottu vitta madhiri irukkan!). And if i used 2 comment on dark-complexoned guys, Appa will be irate (inam inaththodu serum ;) ) and that is enuf 2 start an argument/quarrel.
Cut to 2011 and i could see a repeat of such things here as we are now hunting for a suitable groom for my dear stinking fibre (naathanaar). Yes, she is an IT professional and not wanting to be an exception from 'that' ot, she is keen on getting the hand of only an IT chap! No lecturer/no banker/no nothing! And m-i-l (who was hitherto a non-believer in jaadhagams has turned to be the opposite type) sifts thru the Web sites and profiles and passes her judgement with a click of her tongue and my dear S who does the job of shortlisting is pissed off at the amount of jaadhagams getting rejected in a jiffy without realising his hard work (!). S-i-l is in her own world - ivan comedy piece madhiri irukkan/ aiyaye, reservoir mandaiyan/karuppa irunda paravaila/ ivan yaru paiyyanoda mama va; yennadhu paiyyane ivan thaana (shock!)/etc.... F-i-l, as usual, very non-chalant and cool as a cucumber.
But, contrary to early days, we (the gals side) get a lot of fone calls/emails from the guys' parents and they come first asking for the gal (it was vice-versa few years ago). Hmmm... Yaanaiku oru kaalam vandha poonaikkum oru kaalam varum. Now, S is thinking of adopting a gal child so that he can impose terms & conditions in the future! :-P

When Gayathri Married Suganth (WGMS)

Back from a Sabbath. But this post is not a travelogue. Just ramblings of a married woman who went to her in-laws' place and got earful 'muft gyaan' - which almost remains the same despite of how old you get and I assume all married women go thru this gibberish!

For those who are familiar wid WHEN HARRY MET SALLY, pls read on...

I hate that when our in-laws say u have lost weight despite seeing ur tummy. I hate that your folks say u have become darker when that is ur original color (Come on, u din give me a S. Indian version of Duggu sans 6 fingers in marriage to me). I hate that people can mollycoddle a 30-yr old, irrresponsible, slack son and cannot even consider a slogging-@-home-and-office 25-yr old d-i-l. I hate that the oldies there give 'muft gyaan' on hommade cooking when they themselves use all kinda paste/mix/powders from Reliance Fresh's shelves. I hate that it takes you an hour and a half to taste the very mediocre recipes (sorry, but dats d truth, ya kno?) doled out by your folks and give your esteemed opinion about them (but gobble new/delicious ones doled out by me widout uttering a word). i hate that after all these days I've spent with u, I am still being treated as a doormat. But I love that my son (u gave me him, dats d only reason i'm silent wid u people) is the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night.

THE ORIGINAL DIALOGUE IN WHMS

I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out, I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich, I love when you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts, I love that after I've spent the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to begin as soon as possible.

Marriage matter

Some things never change - amma saapadu, hero worship in India, dog's tail... Add men also in the list. Yes, I tryd 2 keep my cool today morning and be all smiles at watever goof-ups my man makes since it is hubby's birthday today. But i propose, God dispose. He thot that will be so un-gayathri-ish, it seems. Hubby scores well in office tasks (read cinema reviews. Wake him up in sleep and ask him about Audrey Hepburn/Ms plastic Rai. Wiki will be put to shame!) but in simple household tasks he fails. Like these:
Me: (trying to sound romantic and patting hubby's shoulder) Daaaahling, Happy B'day. Mwah!
H: he he, thank u babe... Ghorrrrrr (turns the other side and snores).
First disappointment in the morning.

Me: So what color shirt did u get? show me na? wat sweet do I prepare?
H: Nothing (for both the questions)

Me: (in a happier tone) Mani, my story is the lead tomorrow da.
H: (in a not-so-interested tone) oh. can u pls uncork the pickle dabba?
Ugh, useless :(
Household task
Me: Pls turn the washing machine to drain mode and remember to close the bathroom door. U got it?
H: Ya ya. I understood.
After a while he yells out that the bedroom is fulla water and blames me that I wuda done something. Panicked, I go and find out that he din close the door and let the drain water flow into the room. That's the end of it. All hell broke loose and I start yelling. Hubby cooly says - Diwali mudinja apromum namma veetla pattasu vedikaradhe! Oh, maybe naan thiri (pun on my name Gayathri) a killi potuteno?!
Called my friend to lament but she was lamenting to me... I think marriage is an EVIL NECESSITY (for all the women and for some men). Won't they change? what are these creatures' heads wired into?!