Malare ninne
kaanathirunnal
Mizhivekiya niramellam maayunna pole
Alivoden arikathinnanayathirunnal
Azhakekiya kanavellam akalunna pole
Mizhivekiya niramellam maayunna pole
Alivoden arikathinnanayathirunnal
Azhakekiya kanavellam akalunna pole
Miles apart
I am sitting on a couch singing relentlessly in a cottage that I had rented
near the valley. The next day I have a business pitching to do, presenting the
expansion plans of my online gifting portal to one of my potential investors in
the U.S. It’s crucial that I have an American footing if I want to go global
dealing with products from different time zones and handling multiple
currencies. I am quite confident that I could pull it off.
But pitching
a Malayalam song with my Tamil accent to a mallu girl isn’t going to be as easy
as that. It’s almost half past 10 here in California and I have about an hour
and above before it dawns in Kozhikode, Kerala, India. It’s her 24th
birthday. I believe the time is ripe for us to our relationship to the next
level and I’m not going to miss out on this opportunity.
Hello guys! Am Karthik and I am truly, madly and deeply in love with Jessica Nair. Let me narrate our short love story real quick.
I’m not the
conventional type who goes by family circle, matchmakers and matrimonial very
particular about the blah blah blah (you know what I mean). At the same time am
not the ultramodern type like one of my friends who got hitched with a Japanese
girl at a Manhattan speed dating program for singles.10 men and 10 woman will
do a musical chair swapping partners to sit across each other at each bell ring
without speaking a word. The jury will be capturing the longest glance a man
and a woman shared without a blink or turning away and would exchange their
contacts at the end of the session. I wanted something in between.
Right from
the days of yahoo chat rooms to fropper and dozens of other online chatting
sites I have reached a stage in life where the reason why I subscribe to a
matchmaking site is beyond the frivolous scope of flirting, chatting and
dating. I have been seriously thinking of settling down ever since I turned 29
this year. My profile looks all green and rosy in the traditional matrimonial sites.
But I am aware of the impending storm when my valuation will take a nose dive
when I turn 30 eventually. It’s a social taboo in this part of the world. I
told myself am not going to hurry. Also, I ‘m not going to become desperate
trying to socialize with every good looking girl I have acquainted. As a rational netizen of the internet era, I
was quite confident that some online solution will democratize niche areas like
matchmaking in a culturally sensitive country like ours like we have gotten
used to buy books, dresses, and electronics and book tickets online. In fact there
are now sites where you can buy anything from grocery to jewelry online. So I
am a firm believer that it’s just a matter of time you find your ideal partner
online.
That’s when
I first came across her profile in an online dating site- Truly, Madly, Deeply.
I was really amused with the concept since it was very different from the
traditional matchmaking sites and I really wanted to give it a try. When you
subscribe the questionnaires captures your diverse attributes and interests and
you have to upload pics which depict the kind of person you are the lifestyle
you lead. The app will screen matches based on your interest preferences and
proximity and it won’t expose any personal information like name, location or
contact number unless and until there is a poke from both the concerned
profiles.
First, I was
very choosy to start with. I poked profiles only from Tamilnadu. Since many of
them were not reciprocated I widened my search criteria. At one point I started
to give interest to all the profiles mindlessly and one fine morning I had got
a reply from girl called Jessica Nair from Kozhikode. To be honest, I didn’t even
notice her name or look at her pics before I selected her profile. My heart
skipped a beat when I learnt that she has expressed interest in my profile. Needless
to say she was a cute looking damsel. How else would a Jessi from the Gods own
country look like.
I was curious to know if she also flipped past
my profile just like that or she really looked into it and got genuinely
interested. That adrenalin rush and that little tingle at the bottom of my
stomach hit me again almost a decade after my teen hood for the first time when
I pinged her hi. Those impatient minutes I waited for reply, praying that the
suburban train rush wouldn’t impede my network connectivity reminded me of my
college days when I had a Nokia 1100. Two minutes after I said hi there came a
notification showing a tick mark with an R, means she has read it. These fancy
smart phones only add fuel to the fire, I thought. Then came the 3 dots which
meant she was typing and the world around me came to standstill. The
palpitation was so high when the 3 dots kept blinking for a long time. I was wondering what she was typing. Then came the petulant hi. My shoulders drooped. All of a sudden, I felt
the breeze around had stifled to become suffocating when my co-passengers
pushed me front and back rushing in a hurry to get down or grab a seat. I tried
my best to curb my natural instinct and my prejudice getting the better of me
in judging how this conversation was going to head. I was not going to beat
round the bush since the agenda is already clear that we have both subscribed
to a dating site. So I asked her for mobile number so that we could talk and
whatsapp.
"Why waste time texting here when we mutually agree that we are interested in knowing about each other."
"Why waste time texting here when we mutually agree that we are interested in knowing about each other."
“No! Let’s
first talk here and see how things fare. When I am confident enough I can share
my number” She said.
Fair enough
I thought. But I couldn’t hide the fact that I was pissed off. It showed in
what I asked her next.
“What is
that thing which impressed you about my profile?”
“Your height”
she replied in a flash with a cursory smiley.
We spoke for
a month through the app before she grew confident enough to share her fb id and
mobile number. We spoke about our interests, our families and our career aspirations and slowly started to like each other’s company.
She knew I
was travelling this weekend on an important assignment and may be thought that
she shouldn’t disturb me. Or is she waiting for me to take the silence as a cue
and surprise her on her birthday. Anyways it was worth a try! After all am into
the business of providing gifting solutions. I knew that much she s a kind of person,
who doesn’t like a show off, wouldn’t expect or entertain extravagant gifts.
There is a high probability she will return it and she can be a real snub at
times. I took time to handpick my hamper to convey what she meant to me. I
attached a little letter giving a little excerpt of which item meant what and
how they make sense together. The letter goes like this:
Handbook -I was not sure if you have a habit of writing
a Diary .But still I thought you could mark or write some short notes of good
things in every day. When you look back you will have a nice collection of
memorable events. May the year 2016 be full of joy, success and well being for
you J
A Gift Hamper of Books- Books has been the
placental part of our Friendship. Since you read so much I was confused to
choose the one that you have not read. So got a gift hamper. You can buy online
alsoJ
Pencil set-I know it has been long
time since you drew some thing. Before I leave for India I wish I see you
drawing again. If you feel like drawing you must draw one for me J
Piggy Bank-Saving is one habit I
admire in you. It is a token of remembrance. You will save enough to build your
Dream house. That’s why I chose a house shape. Every day drop a small amount
towards something you wanna buy for the month. At the end of month you can
collect it. Or you can do small charity. But there will always be one Rs5 note
that you will never take out. It has an ambigram of our names on either sideJ
You are always with me. A Wrist watch
as a symbol of the time we spent talking. Time always value more than moneyJ
Buddha. - A messiah of peace. A great
man who practiced what he preached. When you see him meditating eyes closed, no
matter how stressed you are, I hope you feel relaxedJ
In case of emergency. I was always
concerned about the days you walk alone late in the evening. If you find
someone following you I thought you could blow this Whistle to draw attention.
Otherwise u can also play with it. Might look funnyJ
Rest your mobile right in front of
your eyes (Airavat). I thought of giving a pouch that you can put it around
your neck. You don’t know how people at the other end feel when you keep it
somewhere and be busy in your own worldJ
Tea spoon.-I wish you always use this
to add sugar to Ur cup of coffee. If you don’t have a sugar bowl I have
attached a supplementJ
Hanger and a Tray- A small hanger to
put your ID card or any other accessories and a Teddy tray to drop your loose
change or just empty your pocket J
Diya-This is one among the numerous
habits of you that I like very much, it’s very girly. I dint know if you have
any specific lamp that you light. But you can use these candles in case of
power cutJ
A Key chain set-A pair of cute key
chains. Don’t use it separately. You can probably give one to your Hubby. Also
there is a key chain purse. There will come a time when you run a family and
you ll have a bunch of keys. It will be handy J
Yellow Gladiolus -
symbolizes strength of character, faithfulness and honor. The Gladiolus flower signifies remembranceJ
Just to cover your eyes-While travel
or if someone turns on the light in your room and are talking, but you want to
sleep, you can use this blindfold to cover your eyes and ears. If not you can
use it as a headband while washing your face J
Eat healthy. Drink plenty of
water-Water BottleJ
Stole-I thought of buying you a dress.
But I am very poor when it comes to choosing dresses for a girl. So I thought I
could have a safe bet with a stole which will go well with any dress you wearJ
Sim Card- I know you might think am
getting really ambitious here. But what I intend is to cut down the calling
charges. I have taken it on an exclusive offer. 10-pm to 10am we can talk for
free J
Ink filler- I thought these will come
handy in feeding your little kitten. Please take care the mother doesn’t find out
from the smell that someone has touched them and she would abandon them J
Chocolates - A box of your favorite
Ferrero RocherJ
A birthday cardJ
Nail polish. This particular shade you
told you could never find in the lakhme store near youJ
A pair of pebble likes magnets. I remember
you used to like playing with it as a kid and lost it while shifting house.
Wish I could bring back a small bit of your childhood J
Ice pack- You play throw ball at
college and sometime get badly bruised or bloodclots. This will be usefulJ
Here
comes the final hurdle. The final gift on the list must pack a punch. I felt it
would be perfect to choose something classy and can express that I am serious about
her. But it immediately gave me jitters if it would in some way remind her of
her dad. She sees all the jewelry that her mom has as a trophy that stands
testimony to a bitter fight between her dad and mom. Every time after a fight,
he would cajole her mom giving a costly piece of jewelry. Now that he is no
more her mom doesn’t wear them and Jessi doesn’t want to inherit any of it or
the memories attached to them. She wanted to start a life afresh.
I took
time to think about it. I felt delicate to go to a jewelry shop and explain all
this to a salesperson and end up buying something flamboyant. That is when I
got reminded of an on online jewelry portal that Mr. Mahadevan mentioned about
when I met him in the IYONS summit. He has been a huge pillar of support in
writing my business plan for an online gifting portal. He was the one who asked
me to think on going global-making a bouquet of gift items from different parts
of the world and he asked me to take a look at this jewelry portal that he is a
part of. I was raking my memory to recollect that name. I knew it was started
by a 5th gen entrepreneur from the NAC family.
Touchwood.
That is when I saw the CBC announcement in my newsfeed about the Stylori story concept. Was it destiny? I got
excited and browsed through the site. A chat window popped up. I spoke one of
their representatives explaining my requirement. Mr.Tanveer from Stylori
suggested me a ring and pinged the catalogue. I liked the piece named Karma
Connection which precisely captured what I wanted to say.
But the
previous occasions when I bought a piece of jewelry or ornament to my mom or
sister and how they turned out to be unpleasant and embarrassing experiences flashed in front of my eyes. I had bought bangles for my sister from
Charminar. She had to wait for 3 years before she grew plump enough to wear it.
Thank God it was made of gun metal. A piece of necklace I bought as a birthday
gift for my mom didn’t fit. We tried to go for a replacement but it ended up in
a dispute. Later mom got it melted and made a nose stud out of it.
When I
expressed my predicament to Tanveer he guided me through the portal which helps
us find the exact ring
size. I vaguely remember her once saying that she could roll a band aid two
rounds round her ring finger when she had a cut while cooking. Using a band aid
as a placeholder I followed the instructions to find the ring size and arrived
at it.
I got it
customized with a 24 carat gold ring instead of platinum with the same diamond stud
(SI IJ). Tanveer told that with stylori there is a lifetime exchange offer. So
it was worth the risk.
I had
kept the 24th letter pending which completes the phrase HAPPY
BIRTHDAY JESSICA NAIR till I bought the ring and wrote this.
Ring- Last but not the least. Let’s
cut the crap Jessi. Will you marry me. If it is a yes. Wear it for me and come
online at 12 am IST
Note: In 24
hours of a day, when you use any of these 24 items, it will remind you of meJ
With Love
KarthiJJJ
She came
online exactly on time. I started singing even before I realized that she was crying ..
Malare ninne kaanathirunnal
Mizhivekiya niramellam maayunna pole
Alivoden arikathinnanayathirunnal
Azhakekiya kanavellam akalunna pole
Mizhivekiya niramellam maayunna pole
Alivoden arikathinnanayathirunnal
Azhakekiya kanavellam akalunna pole
I went down on my knees. She started
blushing and showed up the ring for me. It just looked perfect. The 24 carat cupid did the trick. Thank
you Stylori for making it a memorable moment! Thank you CBC for persuading me
to write it out!
I vow to
exchange those unpleasant trophies that Jessies dad has left behind in to
treasure troves with stylori exclusive exchange offers.
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