The bedtime story

I am not the selfish type, but there are some things that a man cannot compromise with. His bed, for example. I have been sleeping in my bed alone for the past 29 years, and all of a sudden a bunch of geriatrics (read elders) arrange (?!) for somebody to sleep with me for the … Read more

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 thematerialistic world of consumer durables. God…I need to read somebook on negotiation skills. My parents are here…and my mom has been … Read more

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 … Read more

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 … Read more

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’ … Read more