the little experiment

“I feel like a superman without his powers !!”

“Now you know how I feel like every moment of my life .. The world is my lesbian wedding !!”

I echo the words of chandler while writing this .. hoping to find someone suitable someday.

Ever felt you might not be comfortable talking to a girl from an entirely different background ??

Well .. I surely have .. given that you have never been comfortable talking with any girl. But namma enda ponna love panna porom nu decide panna mudiyuma enna ? Love just happens. It is magical.  Especially when she is from a different background and culture (that’s not true entirely given the fact that almost everyone is an engineer nowadays !!).

 It is all the more exciting. You have never felt like this before ..  this seems like an achievement to you. Not just that you are in an relationship but also with someone whom you thought was never in your range.

Well .. all that aside. It is fun to be in a relationship with someone from a land far far away.

I really hope this doesn’t sound like a prose version of “Kashmir tu .. main kanyakumari !!”

But it is the truth .. just not in the way the forty year old srk portrayed it to be .. but still

She gives you so many dimensions to a relationship. She tells you all about honour killings giving you the nightmare of your life. At the same time, she fantasizes about having a life like the one shown in karan johar movies.  Although you have never watched one .. she just makes you nod along with the sweet way of narration which mesmerizes you.

Not to mention the moments when you try to teach her tamil .. actually tamizh and enjoy the cuteness of her trying to adapt to your tongue. Awesome are those silly fights over why Rajnikanth is the biggest star ever or why Chennai Express sucked. ( sorry for the demeanour but god I hated that movie !! )

A north indian girl adds so much flavour to your life. A kind of flavour which you believe to like when you are tasting lasagne for the first time in your life. Just the missing piece of the puzzle is that you don’t realize that you cannot eat lasagne for the rest of your life and by the time you realize it,  it is too late.

You’re just her little experiment. Her attempt at taking control of things. And yet another act of submission to her culture, her parents and her roots. Its just a matter of time before both of you realize that its not going to work out as well as the final events described in the two states. There is so much more to it.

The religious fallacies, the food majorly, the belief system, the traditions( though you've protested against yours all your life) .. you just cannot let your ego throw all that that you've grown with for a person who belongs to a land far far away .. and the very fact that attracted you doesn't any more. It’s a god damn obstacle.

The point of this entire crap is that .. you are comfortable with what you’re comfortable with .. Nothing like Idli chutney right .. or if you’re a Bengali .. nothing like hilsa curry !!

Cheers !!