I had a serious conversation with my father, my plans to
travel around the world and start a business.
He said, I have another plan for you, Its time for you to
get marry. He knows my weak point. Its been a while, you staying away from
home, having hotel food and your health
gone for a toss. You get marry to a nice girl, that will solve your health
issue.
Before I say something further, he had the list of girls but
after doing all the filter there was one girl. Whose final year exam was going
on. Next month the first meeting will happen. He gave me the photo. I said no
need,
No keep it, what I will do with this.
I took that photo and left to Bangalore. When I was alone, I
thought about my father’s advise and opened the photo and see, I didn’t like
it. Next day also, I opened the photo, I didn’t like it but I looked at the
photo for some time. This is the trick
of my father. By the time, one month passed, I fall in love with the photo.
But, I said myself, When I talk, I will not like her. The
date fixed the first meeting. I went to her house, Met. Parents asked, whether
we would like to talk? , that’s just a custom in our family. All boys and girls
say, NO. But we said, YES. And started our private conversation. Like an interview,
very formal and asked her, Sitara, Whats your name? She didn’t say anything. I
thought, poor girl, Shy ! I tried to comfort her, which college you are studying?
She looked at me and said, Nikhil, don’t be nervous, Just be yourself.
What? That’s really hurt my chauvinistic ego. I controlled
to keep my family name. I have changed the topic and asked about her interest
and hobby, that lady started talking about the book and auditor she love. Even though
I never heard their name, I have nodded my head and started chewing the food
kept in front of me and talk. She asked
my interest, I talked about food and my interested start business.
She also nodded her head, and said, I love cooking. Wow.
Perfect match. I could see a lot eyes were starring at us.
As if we were doing some crime. It is not common in our place that boy and girl
talking more than a foot batch in the first meeting.
With the length of the meeting, my family and her family
decided our marriage and happened the perfect marriage for the perfect couple.
The honey period over in couple of weeks’ time. When I tasted her food. I was
honest with my feedback. We realized how imperfect couple we are. I couldn’t be
sad for life long because she is an imperfect cook. I have used my toastmaster
skill to evaluate her culinary skill. Sandwich method, Praise, Improvement and
Praise.
She served the food, I said, you sit, I will serve for you.
Then I tasted and said, Wow, its better Dal curry, nicely cooked, it will be
great if you add little more salt and you have decorated it with green chilly
too, I loved it. She had blushed and
said, you tell that only.
Slow, slow, she took baby steps in her cooking same time I
applauded with my two hands. Same time I eat like a fox and show her my
enjoyment in eating along with TM evaluation skill. My wife transferred in to a superb cook. Yes,
my tummy show that too.
Friends, It is the same thing, you can appreciate the beauty
in all the things around you rather that finding fault. If you do appreciate
things around you, you will get what do you want.
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