I don’t think I need to give an
explanation, but then again, I think this blog deserves to know why I went
missing. My posts if you scroll down, would give you a highlight of the kind of
person I am and if you were to notice, most of the posts had something to do
with marriage and how I was constantly trying to evade it. I am not a huge
supporter of the institution of marriage.
I started this blog when I
entered a relationship and I kept this blog alive to kind of pen down what my
reality is. I wanted this blog to in some way remind me of what my principles
are and what I should stay as. I have always been a middle class kind of soul-
middle class thoughts, middle class beliefs and middle class expectations. As a
teen, I somewhat had a road-map all set in my mind about my life. I will grow
up, get into an average college, get average marks, get an average job and
marry the first man my parents point me to. But as I wrote the shoddy things
that this blog is plastered with, I realized that I crave for better things and
to be honest, I wasn’t aware of these things until I wrote it out.
So I entered a relationship at
the same time this blog started and I had no notions of taking the relationship
or this blog till the very end. Basically, I wasn’t serious with either of
those and I kept both of them a secret from almost everyone I knew. I gave up
on my relationship quite a lot of times because I knew that the average living
was secure and socially acceptable. I also frequently left blogging because I didn’t
want to write like someone else and live like someone just the opposite. But I
allowed myself the luxury of going with the flow.
So one fine day, over 8 years
into the relationship, my mother asked me why I wasn’t keen to marry. It took
me two hours to finally tell my parents over the call that it wasn’t any
medical condition or lesbianism that kept me from marrying, but was a Christian
boy who has been on my mind since a long long time. They didn’t take things
well as was honestly expected. I wasn’t a person who believed in eloping nor
was I someone who was looking for a quick fix. I wasn’t dying to marry anyway.
They gave me a year to revisit my decision, while a few astrologers were
visited side by side. The astrologers didn’t like me and my Christian boy. So I
broke up and patched again. Then I broke up five more times and patched again.
But yes I kept wanting to get back again. The Christian boy just should there
knowing I am too stubborn to let go of him.
I stopped blogging last year at
the same time when everyone I knew found out that I was trying to make a decision
that wasn’t least bit average. I don’t like my secrets disclosed. I like my
privacy and when suddenly everyone started questioning, I did lose my shit
mind. Things weren’t all nice and
glossy, but you soon realize that your parents when given some time, start to
understand you in ways that you never thought they could. Exactly a year later,
my Christian boy was accepted into the family.
We planned our wedding, got
married before the registrar of marriages under the Special marriage Act, had a
reception in a nice hotel where we exchanged rings and smiled till the cameraman
gave up. All this happened on July 5th. Both of us don’t believe in
the institution of marriage but both of us do like being together. I don’t exactly
remember a past without him. Cliché eh?
I owe a lot to this blog. It has
been a mirror to me. Never have I before given an in-depth analysis of my life
in any of my posts, but every time I wrote anything here, it kind of instilled
confidence.
I am not much of a writer and
like I have always maintained, this is just a blog and I am just a blogger.
P.S- How have you guys been, that is, if you guys are still around.
P.P.S- Do you like the new blog
header? A gorgeous illustrator Tasneem Amiruddin made it for me
Image Courtesy- tenor.com.
