Have you ever seen a movie because its trailer connected with you instantly and made you catch a first day first show? Chances are that it may have fulfilled your expectations. However, higher chances are that you cursed the trailer for being misleading. Marriage is something like that. It is unpredictable and springs surprises; whether it is love, arranged or both.
I had an arranged marriage. My parents consulted horoscopes, studied the educational background, took account of financial matters and evaluated some hundred other things to find the right partner for me. Needless to say, only the ‘candidates’ that sieved through these multiple filters were shown to me. Only a precious few got a glimpse of me. I was amused with this swayamwar of eligible bachelors at my disposal. 🙂
‘He’s a sweet guy’ was the first thing they told me about my would-be (and now) husband. Smart, sophisticated and pleasant, he impressed them so much that they had started planning our wedding even before I said yes. After all, he was water to my fire and calmness to my storm. Could there be a better match?
With due credit to them, he was and is sweet. Too much saccharine, if you ask me! You see, there was one compatibility issue my parents had failed to take into consideration; our palate. I had discreetly observed him dodging the spicy garlic sev and reach for a kaju katli instead when we first met. However, I didn’t know that the trailer I saw before marriage was a splitting preview of what was to follow.
I’m not a smoking-through-the-ears or drinking-gallons-of-water-after-every-bite type spice lover. I like the kick a touch of spice gives to any dish though. Mom’s awesome pickles and Dad’s favourite dry chutneys were in abundant supply at our home at all times. Living in a hostel further contributed in me resorting to different types of thechas to push the otherwise bland food down my throat.
Imagine my surprise when my husband started foaming at his mouth at the first bite of my famous Paneer Tikka Masala! I couldn’t for the life of me convince him that relatively non-spicy Kashmiri mirch was responsible for the red gravy. He continued complaining to save face while everyone else downed it, relishing quietly. I knew right then that my ‘normal eating’ days with him would remain a dream forever.
How would such a sweet person spice up my life, you may ask? Quite simple, really. I’ve mastered the art of balanced cooking where both our palates are happy and pampered. His delicate tongue doesn’t get any unexpected shocks while I don’t have to eat food that’s best for sick people. I keep an abundant supply of pickles and chutneys at my home now, only for my devouring. So in a way our palates have a balanced marriage too. 😀
He has pushed that extra spoon of chilly powder into my mouth somehow, hasn’t he? Like Aishwarya Rai Bachchan says in Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam, “Teekha khana teekhi ladkiyon ke liye hai, meethe buddhuon ke liye nahi”. 😛 I like that even after sharing my life with someone I’m not bound to share his preferences too. Compromising on my personal tastes and choices for anyone is tough for me. People may differ with this and I’m alright with it. I would like to believe that our marriage goes far beyond these things. After all, love is the real spice of any relationship, isn’t it?
Written on the prompt: How your spouse made your life spicy?