I was in love. I still am. And I prefer to be that way. And,
yes, I love my husband. All unmarried girls focusing on their career and living
the life they planned need to stop snickering. We married people plan too.
Maybe our plans involve different perspectives, complicated procedures and
longer time span but we like it that way. We chalk out, cross out and re-chalk
our goals every now and then but that doesn't mean we're not living in the moment.
Yes, we have shifted our “I” priority to “We” but we have accustomed to it too.
You don't have to tut-tut at our living-for-others strategy. We're struggling
in our education, we're working hard at our house chores or we are trying for a
baby, all these problems are our part of life and we know how to deal with it.
You don't have to shove “told you so” attitude to our faces.
I married in love. The moment you tell anyone about this,
the next question that throws you off-guard is “So how’s it turning out to
be?”, “Still in love?”, “Is he/she the same guy/girl you knew?” Why is it that
our society is craving for bad news? Or is it just the love-marriage phobia
that drives them so nosy? Don’t normal arranged marriage couples fight or
argue? Don't they get frustrated with their routine lives? Don’t they fret when
they go out of budget? Doesn't a husband or a wife shout at each other to
release their anger? Don’t they ever think that their marriage won't last long?
Do they ever shed tears hiding from each other? And if the answer to all these
questions is yes then why not the love marriages couples can have the same
issues? Why is it that when a newly married in-love wife updates a sad status
there are comment asking for reasons and justifications while in other case
it’s just so normal? On the contrary when lovey-dovey pictures or quotations
are posted, the audience just waits for the next big turmoil in their life or
simply states, “let’s just give those few months and then we’ll see.”
Why is it that a love marriage crumbles faster than the
arranged one? I wondered to this question for so long and maybe the answer is
simple. The people who married out of love tend to come out of love after
marriage is because of expectations. You knew the blond-haired diva or the
dimpled-face stud in and out. You two were living different lives yet so
closely tied together that you thought you knew that person downright. But
that’s where you're wrong. Unless and until you start living with a person you
can never judge his/her character. That same old blondie snores loudly at
night. The stud has this crazy narcissist attitude that you tend to find so
attractive before marriage. When you really come in contact with the person you
then find so many dimensions of his/her character that were unknown or hidden
to you. You feel betrayed by the amount of information overload. This is where
you start your first fight. The fight that you thought would never surface in
your relation. You are so attached to the pre-married life and the person that
you find this overwhelming. You start comparing tiny details of their attitude
with past; their unrealistic promises, their mushy voice, their mystified eyes
and over the top caring nature. You crave for this again. But you don’t find it
anymore.
Rule number one, stop comparing. Rule number two, start
adjusting. Rule number three, don’t stop loving! The moment you stop loving is
when the world falls apart and with it your marriage. The love that bonded you
together in the first place is the sole reason for your marriage to last
longer. So you just can’t give up on loving each other. And that’s why the
people in love are always looked with skeptical eyes. Because the world knows
that it’s just an emotion. It is your doing to make it a habit. To be in love
always. And that’s when you’ll scare the shit out of people. That’s where
they’ll always be, shrugging, tut-tuting or simply denying. And then you’ll
know that this is the precise thing you wanted out of life. To be what you
always wanted to be. To be loved. And all your problems, struggles and
hardships seem trivial to that mere feeling.
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