Our Story

Well a lot of times i have been asked, provoked and even i have been thoughtful of writing down my story. Off course I always wanted to cuz certainly at some point of time I would always like to detour and go back in time and try to reminisce this story of mi life. The story of Me and Karuna. A thing that began as a atypical desi ishtyle meeting but that has taken the shape of a strong bond of love and respect.

Lemme give it a name. Let me not. Probably because Karuna has already given it. Lemme call it “The beginning of a Bond that Strengthens Everyday”..

And herez the story. I may at some point in time get a lil philosophical but kindly bear.

Our relationship with our partner shapes who we are, who we love, and why. It can be our greatest strength and our greatest weakness. How we find our relationship depends on how we perceive, handle and value it. If there’s one thing I learned about love, that is ACCEPTANCE. Love is not only merely sacrifice but also acceptance.

How simple can a love story be? Our’s is an example of one. I always thought that the weirdest concept in any relationship is Love at first sight. I am no thinking genius and I have been wrong many a times. So was I when i met Karuna for the first time. More than love it was a feeling of acceptance. I was more than willing to accept her in my life. She had everything I had expected. Many time more than i could have asked for. It was an instant and impromptus moment of attraction towards her. It was one of the most memorable moment that i had. It was something that we both witnessed, felt and dealt and something we could never write. It was a moment of love at first sight.

If i want to end I could end here cuz thats pretty much our story. Simple short and sweet. However lemme carry on. For one small story spawns a series of tales and episodes that go on to foster and strengthen the bond that we had developed.

By the way it was 29th March of 2009 that we met at Akshardham Temple, Noida along with a few of our respective family members. What was it? It was an India ishtyle boy-meets-girl and vice versa. Outcome of the zuzamen! I said Yes and so did she. An exact 21 dayz later on 19th of April we got engaged. Well we never exchanged a word in between. That is a test love demands. And the prize was the union. A perfect one. Not only of two independent and retro individuals but also of two families.

So all the atypical bollywood elements went missing from our story. No pen/notebooks falling in college canteens and a candid eye exchange when both the guy and girl stoop to pick em up. No poor guy-rich lass fallin for one another after a lil few tiffs and dances/songs. No prospective Dad’s first outrightly rejecting the proposition cause of its sheer insanity but later with both a feeling of guild and realization, accepting the fate. No villians, no kidnaps, no compulsion for our heroine to jump out of the window and leave her house, no need for for our hero to grow those extra biceps to take on a dozen men bicycle kicking them and coming out of the fight unscathed and unscarred and the subsequent happy-go-treeing around song. How can then our story which has all the magic masalas missing be that special. Well read on as i have the answers.

We’ve probably built up all our stories on one element. The element of SURPRISE. Hardly has there been a date/incident when we havent surprised each other. I muss accept that as far as shocks are concerned i have been on the receiving side a few more times than she. Whether it be prank calls by Karuna’s sis pretending to be her, whether its me heightening and threatening about the consequences. Whether it be a pair of roses that marked our first date and had the lady’s face in splits in awe. Whether it be Karuna’s appearing in a certain form of clothing (I hope that certain someone knows what i have been hinting at) and surprising me to making me feel like a complete idiot. Gosh! I swear every story had a surprise and we loved to look at the bedazzled countenance of each other every time we had it. I muss say the element of surprise keeps the memories alive for a long time. The love too was growing. We realized we were in love. More every time. The bar kept rising every day.

Well certainly the list doesnt end here. Probably if everything is written then it takes away the excitement of looking back and remembering things. And i would always want to look back at those wonder times and connect people,places,occassion and most important the feelings.

I think my story is one great one. The canvass (Me and Karuna) looks great and we are a lot similar inspite of the towering taste differences that we have.