I too had a love story :-)

May 1st 2010 – 8.45 PM

“It’s a girl baby, sir. Baby and mom are fine”.

Here it is.  A nurse handed Ananya to me and I took her with trembling hands

“When a baby is born, a father is also born. He never existed before” – Unknown

Few minutes before:

It was a small hospital in Kumbakonam. I was waiting outside the operation theatre. Until that day, I had never waited outside an operation theatre. Forget about waiting, I was never under such a stress and tension. Suddenly, I heard a distant, clear baby voice inside and within minutes, a nurse gave me the angel sent from heaven for whom we were waiting for 9 months
I could not hold her properly due to tremble and gave her to my mom who was standing nearby with tears. I felt Ananya was so possessive with me and she started pushing her legs showing discomfort and wanted to come back to me. I took her in my hands again and rushed to see my wife who was moved to room by now.  When I reached the room, Ambika was semi conscious but was able to see both of us with smile. I touched her arms and she grasped my other hand. I felt blessed when two of my lovely ladies holding both my hands looking at my eyes. That was when I heard a feeble “I love you” and that was the moment I realized or felt what love is. My eyes replied with tears when my body was frozen standing in front of her seeing her smile in spite of pain.

Jan 15th 2008:

We both were travelling from office to Velacherry where Ambika’s mom was staying. I wanted to convey her mom about our relationship before she come to know from anyone else. Ambika was not fully comfortable and felt it would lead to lot of problems. I was stubborn and convinced her that it will make her job easy since I take the responsibility of opening this in her home which is crucial part in the process of relationship dwelling from love to marriage.
It was a shocker of a news for her mom and she could not believe the fact that we both informed her upfront. She could not take that and asked me to come next day. When i visited her next day, it was my turn to get a shock. I felt cold when I saw 2 Tata Sumos parked outside with Kumbakonam registration. Undoubtedly, climax of the film “Kaadhal” flashed my mind. My fear was doubled when I saw 5-7 village guys(in white shirt and black pant or dhoti) were seated in the hall greeting me with stern looks. One of them stood and introduced himself as Ambika’s brother. He further enquired me about my work, family and asked me to come to top floor. All the guys stood and escorted me to the top floor. By now, I was convinced that this story’s climax was going to be worse than Kaadhal. To my surprise, he called Ambika also and took her with us. When we reached to top floor, he questioned me “ Do you love my sister” for which I replied “sir, I want to marry your sister”. His look told me that he understood the subtle meaning. He asked the same question to her and to my horror, there was a silence from her. I was wondering and lot of questions were flashing my mind – “ was the question so complex or did she didn’t hear the question or was she brain washed or was it a black mail”. After a good one minute, a faint reply came and saved my life. It was a “Yes”
Later she said that the one minute pause was purely for fun to see me tensed in front of her brother.
“Who said girls lack humor sense”
My brother in law asked us to wait for an year and promised us that he will help us. He kept his promise by convincing each and every member of her family which took almost 1.5 years. We owe our life to him

Jan 16 – 2007:

My teammate , Ambika, gave me a dirty look from top to bottom. I was totally out of place in my new work place, Chennai, where I got transferred from Bangalore. My yellow t-shirts, 8 packet cargos, white unmatched shoes, ear rings gave me a clown like look in Chennai. My teammate interacted with me only when I changed myself in terms of attitude, dressing and communication to match Chennai. Later we both were deployed in the same module along with 4 more testers. All 6 of us worked in the same project and we spent most of our time together. It was more than enough to strike a good friendship. We all used to go breaks, lunch, outings together.
I still remember the new year eve of 2008 when we all guys without Ambika went to ooty  when I started to miss her badly. It was the first time when we guys went out to an outing and I felt so different and lonely. When I returned to Chennai, I conveyed this to her and to my surprise, she also felt the same. We felt that our friendship blossomed to a new relationship. Within weeks of this realization, we came to know that her mom came to Chennai to confirm the engagement date for Ambika with another guy. We wanted to do something about it and an idea striked me. I took her to meet her mom.

Jan 16 – 2006

That was my day 1 of induction program and I was sitting near a fair guy who introduced himself as “Gopi”. We were chatting all the way but my mind was wobbling inside for opting for a software job without knowing anything about programming. I was cursing myself for resigning a core engineering company for joining IT. I was wondering why should I travel from Coimbatore(my college) to Gujarat(first company) to Chennai(Interview for IT) to Mysore for induction. Without knowing about the happenings inside my mind, Gopi was going on talking about his relative who is also working in the same company in Chennai and I feebly heard that the name was “Ambika”. ☺

“We don’t meet people by accident, they are meant to be crossed for a reason”