Monday, November 21, 2016

Marriages are made in heaven

Marriages are made in heaven
She comes to get her eyes checked with him.
He checks her vision , suggests that she start wearing glasses
She takes the prescription , and leaves his chamber, he suddenly has an impulse to know more about her .
He opens the software to trace her address and phone number 
He notes the details, but never contacts her for an year
But also he never looks at any other girl after meeting her, he has a feeling that this girl is for him , and he is for her .
After an year she again comes back to the same hospital for her annual vision check up.
It is 2 pm , his lunch break, he dosent want to see another patient, hence he suggests that the next patient be sent to his colleague. He is just leaving the room when this girl walks in. Shocked pleasantly urprised , he stays back to check her vision, but does not share his feelings for her . She leaves after the work up , and he misses another chance.
As he has her address with him, he visits the town she lives in, to trace her in her colony, but she is known with a different name (pet name) in her colony. He comes back disappointed. Requests his junior colleagues in her town to trace her. They fail in finding her. He gathers the courage and calls the number she gave in the registration form. Her mother answers the ph , he immediately disconnects the call and waits for the opportunity to bump into her as he is convinced that she is the girl for him.
One day while checking for some contact with similar name on whatsapp he notices her name with picture in the contact list , may be she joined whatsapp recetly. He sends her a small introduction about who he is , and how he checked her vision twice. She recognises him instantly and they start with small talk, which later on gets converted into long chats and later loving chats . They come from different castes so the issue of marriage was a touchy topic . But he shares about the girl with his maternal grand parents and mother. The girl also shares about the boy with her mother. Both of them are not blessed with love of father since early childhood. The girls mother rejects him without meeting him, the boys grand parents accept but the mother rejects the girl. Caste is a very big barrier.
The girl and boy does not lose heart.
He tells his mother that it is becoming difficult to commute from his town to siliguri everyday for work. so he takes a house on rent in siliguri. He starts accumulating small things to run the house. She gives him a list of the kitchen utensils to be purchased . She sends her bag of clothes in advance . He arranges everything perfectly cinematically...
They discuss with mothers at home once again about each other, but mothers are adamant and reject their choice once again . left with no option they decide to get married on their own.. . He identifies an auspicious day as per his knowledge to get married , a day before the d day they apply turmeric pack in their respective homes, the girl applies mehendi a night before . On their own they follow all the rituals , take the blessings of elders without arousing any suspicion. 
The girl leaves home after writing a note for her mother about her decision to marry him .
She reaches siliguri , and they got married in a temple, just the 2 of them no baand baaja Barrat..
The same night a middle aged man with a gang of angry boys visits my office looking for him or at least his address. I don't give them access to his address or whereabouts, they leave my office angrily with a threatening glance....
Next day the boy and girl come to my office to take blessings. And I show them the cctv footage of the girls relatives enquiring about them, searching for them . The girl identifies one of them as her cousin, who lived next door but never bothered about her or her mother.
He never ever enquired even about her well being in spite of living in the same neighbourhood. But today he suddenly realised that she is his sister and by marrying outside the caste she is bringing a great dishonor to the entire family, hence he wants to take her back home and get her married within the community and thrash this boy .
I talk to the girls mother and call her to meet me once before taking any decision. As I know this boy for some time i can vouch for him and he is gem of a person , very sincere in his work, ambitious and honest too. The girls mother comes to the office with her cousin sisters . After meeting him and talking to him for 3 hours, she repents for not giving him even a single chance to talk to her before marriage. convinced about her daughters choice she goes back to her town as a happy mother, and also invites them home to perform rest of the rituals her own way.
The boys mother is still annoyed but the maternal grandmother sent the shagun kangan bindi maala to the babu. Mother being a victim of failed marriage herself is willing to tread the path cautiously for her son, but the son rebelled and married a girl of his choice, she is unhappy about it, but the boy is sure that he can fix it with the help of his bride.
What made me sit back and think was..
How did the boy know that this is the girl for him , how was he so sure that destiny will send her back to him . When i am writing this,it is the third day of their marriage and we were leaving to conduct an eye camp , I invited the girl also to accompany us to the camp, as the camp is being conducted at one of the coolest places in the region. And she travelled with us.my honeymoon gift to them.
They look so cool calm and composed, as if they are a couple for years and know each other for ages. In the 3 years of their knowing each other they hardly met 8 to 10 times. 
There is no fairy tale wedding , no pomp, no hype , no loud celebrations, but still so beautiful, and this goddamn love is so inspiring.
Caste and region shouldn't be an impediment a barrier to something as beautiful and divine as love... couples are forcibly separated because of these petty reasons...
I wish we grow up enough to allow LOVE and UNDERSTANDING to become the deciding FACTORS in marriage ....

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