We were fresh out of college undergoing our initial training in a leading software MNC at Chennai where I met Karthik for the first time. He was the class representative of our batch and seemed a pretty withdrawn and reserved person. Even I was not one of the outgoing sorts, so our interactions were limited to the “professional” ones. Our whole class used to go for lunches together where we indulged in pretty limited conversations. After the training I was posted at the Kolkatta branch of the same company. I moved on from Chennai. In the fast paced IT world that we lead I had serious doubts if I would be in touch with any of the friends I had made at Chennai. I was certain once we all would get into the regular grind of our project works the busy schedule would get the better of all of us to leave any time for relationships.
Life did not go so fine at Kolkatta with me. It was a pretty lonesome and dreary time. Then out of the blue I happened to get this forward called “Donkey Attitude” which I religiously sent to the whole training group as I used to send any forward I found interesting enough. And Karthik responded to the mail by saying that it was a real nice forward that he had got in many days. Then we got on chatting with each other. We started with pretty mundane talks as to what who was doing in the batch, and then slowly we were chatting on any thing on the surface of the world. I would be jubilant each day to get to office so that I could log on to outlook and talk to him, and so would he (as he later confessed). And the days I would get a bit late to come to office my inbox would be flooded with at least a dozen mails from him with either of the two lines “Where are you?” and “When are you going to reach office? Me bored”. So we were pretty addicted to mailing each other and then one fine day he called me. I was pretty shocked to hear his voice over the phone. And we both were pretty tongue-tied. The first call we spoke of house rents and travelling costs and compared the costs of living in Kolkatta and Chennai. It seemed a pretty drab topic to talk about as an after thought. Then the calls got on to be pretty regular. I was passing through real tough times then, and all the while he was there as an understanding friend. I have a very close circle of family and friends, and consult each one of them before any step, and he was not at all jealous of them, which increased my respect for him by leaps and bounds.
One year down the line I had to make a trip to
I came back to Kolkatta and informed my friends and family about Karthik’s proposal. My mother was really supportive of me, and I am still grateful to her for making me see things from a wider perspective. All the while her only stand was, if he is some one who respects you and your wishes it just does not matter from which part of
And all the while though I had not said, “yes” to Karthik, I always reached out to him as a true friend. And he was always there. Apart from his responsibilities at home, he also took care of me. I still remember, once when I was pretty ill with chronic gastritis, he spoke to me well past midnight so distract me from the pain. It was only when I felt really sleepy that he wished me good night and kept the phone. I always had a pessimistic approach towards marriage, and I was not sure, whether I would get a good husband in Karthik or loose a close friend. But as time passed I began to see the utter selflessness in him. And I was moved by the thought “a woman should always marry the man who loves her.” And the closing lines of the movie Kal ho na ho rang in my ears which said, women search for a friend in their husbands, but I had found my husband in my best friend. Maybe God had designed something similar for me. So after 4 months of his formally having asked me for my hand, I gave my consent.
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