But till we are built like angels,
With hammer and chisel and pen,
We will work for our self
And a woman, for ever and ever, Amen.
- Rudyard Kipling
After endless deliberations with various stakeholders in my life, numerous attempts to run away from fate and hold on to the cozy and comfortable past, i admit that i have spectacularly failed and have submitted myself to the rules and customs of the civilised society. Fate has finally dealt the fatal blow to my innocence and freedom.
Now that i have played around with words to keep up with the pretense of being learned, let me put it across simply.
I am going to get married. Engagement is in December and marriage is in Feb-March. Dates have not been finalised yet.
Engagement will be in Mumbai, Marriage in Aurangabad and Reception once again in Mumbai. (for people who are wondering about travelling to aurangabad, worry not, in laws promise a good welcome, hospitality and a jolly good time taking inspiration from the Barjatiyas, Chopras and the Johars)
Her name is Shweta, she is an engineer-MBA, currently working in ICICI Bank in Pune, will get a transfer to Mumbai in a few months.
So please to keep yourself free for all the festivities and drunken revelries. Formal invitations, silly looking photographs, dates and invitational phone calls follow.
