2.5 months to go

Good things about having the fiancé as a roommate (apart from the obvious ones :P)

1. Having someone to wake you up with a hot coffee at 2am on a weekend just to watch the snow fall

2. Always having company to watch the lamest and cheesiest hindi movies (albeit with some amount of whining and reluctance 😛 )

3. Having someone make you feel better with a hot and spicy plate of dosa, sambar and chutney … with a pill and water … when you have a migraine (also a good thing about having a fantastic cook as your fiancé :D)

4. Having someone to drive 3 miles on a snowy weeknight to go get butter for your pav bhaji just coz you’re not in the mood to don layers of winter clothing and get it yourself

5. having someone stay up with you just because you are afraid after that stupid scary movie you just watched

6. having someone to go to Baskin Robbins to eat ice-cream with you at 1am coz you miss India

7. Having someone stay up with you all night if you are close to a deadline for work stuff

8. Having someone to talk about algorithms and program performance

…And the not so good ones

1. Being forced to wake up in the middle of the night just coz they can’t sleep 😐

2. Get tricked into watching a Tamil movie with the promise its going to be great, and then realizing its got “superstar” Rajnikanth in it 

3. being forced to cook and eat rasam and rice even though you dislike it 

4. …… Well I am fresh out of ideas now. Obviously the pros outweigh the cons 🙂 On that happy note here’s a much-too-blurred pic of us together 🙂



My knight in shining armour

I just realized I have barely written anything about Sammy, the man I am going to marry soon. So here goes.

Sam is a regular South Indian guy, born in Chennai, lived there for 10 years of his life, then moved to Delhi, lived there for 10 more and then back to Chennai. He came to the US for his MS in a Florida University and then moved to NY state for his first job out of college. My MS was in a university in NYC and my first job was at the same company as his. Needless to say that was where we met.

He joined the company in June, a couple of months after I did, and we were dating in September. How it happened is a separate story. The short version is, we went to my sister’s city on the Labor Day long weekend in September, with a group of friends, and on our way back he proposed to me on the flight. It may sound romantic to some, but trust me, once you hear the complete story you’d feel like hiding under something or hitting someone hard with something heavy. OK that’s how I felt then. Let’s just say it was at a very inopportune moment, and the words he said were so – umm – illogical, that for the first few minutes I was really thinking that he doesn’t want to be friends with me anymore.

Anywho, Sam and I are opposites in many respects. Our tempers are diametrically opposite. He’s probably the nicest person on the planet and me, well, you can figure what that makes me. We are both software developers, and in a month’s time we will be working together again after a hiatus of almost two years (we worked in different companies after we both left our first company), but he works on the backend and I work on mobile development. He’s very easygoing and does everything in his capacity to keep everyone he loves happy, but fought hard and tactfully with his parents for over 2 years when they weren’t accepting our relationship.

If you see us together, we aren’t your typical lovey-dovey-can’t-keep-hands-off-each-other kind of a couple. We have lives of our own, friends of our own, several mutual friends as well. That said, we are very very inseparable and always have all the time in the world for each other. We have never had any fights related to me having male friends and him having female friends. We trust each other completely.

The years we have been together have been undoubtedly the best of my life and I am definitely looking forward to spending the next many with him.

Of nature’s wrath

Last few weeks have been very trying, due to many reasons. The most important being nature’s fury manifesting itself in not one, but two consecutive storms on the east coast.

Since it was all over the news, you must be familiar with the first one, hurricane Sandy. It started off as medium to heavy rainfall on the evening of Monday, but raged into a strong hurricane by nightfall. The power went out in the first hour itself, so all we could do is be silent spectators hoping for the storm to pass. We watched as branches ripped out of trees, as a few daredevil residents of our complex held on to railings for dear life. The wind was so gusty that it was completely capable of blowing humans away! 

What followed was 6 days without power, minimal food, without work and with sheer boredom. We woke up in the morning, heated water on the stove and had our baths, and settled ourselves down with a book for yet another day. Now I think I have a decent idea what being in prison would feel like. 

Anyway, we got fed up of this “lifestyle” within 3 days, and drove 300 miles upstate New York to a friend’s place unannounced. She was more than happy to have us there and the next three days passed in merriment. We got back home on Sunday and were glad to get back to work on Monday.

Little did we know that another storm was heading right towards us. Hit it did, on Wednesday, and we were again out of power. This one was worse, despite what the news says, as it was a snowstorm. Barely five minutes after the power failure we were freezing our asses off. We donned our best and most protective winter wear, layers and layers of it and settled with hot coffees under our multiple blankets. It was a very very long night. Thankfully though, the complex brought in a generator by 6am and started the heaters. We braved the snow and slush the next day and went to work, and by the time we returned home the power was back.

 Thus were the two longest weeks of my life. Things are still not completely back to normal, but we’re getting there.