I am back in Chennai.

From Madurai to Kannur to Kumarakom and back…Such a Long Journey (now thats a Rohinton Mistry novel…good one…but shows India in bad light). Rekha has started cooking. And I have been taking care of the materialistic world of consumer durables. God…I need to read some book on negotiation skills. My parents are here…and my mom …

A new job?

My twenty-four day leave is coming to an end. What a pity. Now I feel like getting into a profession where one just roams around and gets paid. Planning to get into the marriage business. But will Rekha agree? Already started thinking of the errands to run once I get to Chennai. God…save me. Need …

One of those rare moments…

It was one of those moments that can not be captured with a still camera. Or for that matter with a motion camera. Afterall, every moment has its share of hormonal rush, its share of hidden feelings and unsaid words. My marriage reception was coming to an end and Rekha’s family had decided to leave …

It is over ;-)

Rekha and I are married. At 11.45 a.m. on the 8th of Sept 2004 we were pronounced husband and wife. Thirty two awe-struck friends and relatives from Tamil Nadu looked on even as my soon-to-be-relatives herded me into the Anna Poorneshwari temple at Kannur. Am glad I was given five minutes to wear the ‘pattu’ …