Story of Random thoughts

Mahesh and Filipino Maria, a happy strange couple or strangely happy couple, lived in the USA. They both run away, from poverty, to boring economic prosperity, to Alabama, USA.

Mahesh is a traditional maharastrian Brahmin, from vile Parle (E), Mumbai. His and Godbole family’s weekly, walking jaunts, to Siddhi Vinayak temple finally paid up. Mahesh got his H1 visa within a year of majoring in IT engineering.

Once a year annual 15 day pilgrimage back to India, where their achievements are recognized. Dozen petitions from cousins received. But with economic progress in India even that allure was diminishing. His friends had nice fair skinned blue eyed Brahmin wives and Mahesh was jealous. Face book kept on reminding him of this every day, on his black berry storm. All smiling photographs, easily seen and sent. He had to reluctantly post his with a reluctant smile. He would often pry into his friend’s friends albums. Anyone’s wife looking better than Maria would sadden him while the dark lumpish wives brought that victorious smile. His ring and middle finger instinctively twitched or else just is middle finger responded.

A momentary lapse of his maharastrian morals and the starlit night resulted in an Indo-Filipino union. Not that he regrets it. He loves her and she him.  But to live in a foreign country and waking up next to Maria required dual adjustment. Mahesh had to adapt to USA and adapt to Philippines.  He had never been to Philippines and was living in Alabama. Adjustments like responding to calls of “Maaesh”. It had its rewards, at times when Maria was in her cyclonic moods, Maaesh found it very easy to slip into the garb of Mahesh. He could switch off and not take it personally. He just deflected all the torment towards Maaesh.

Romance can be killed by words. Marriage takes its toll. After a week of hard work, calls, conference calls with the Chinese, software glitches sorted out by BBMS. Mahesh decides to take Maria for romantic dinner. Baby sitter paid in advance. While the baby is sitted, Mahesh plans to happy an unhappy Maria. Mental turmoil to be calmed physically. Peace sealed between legs. They dress to dine in the candle light. Short black dress to match the tight t shirt. A table at the roof top overlooking the sea. Hand in hand, in a fuel guzzling SUV. Driving carefully, the immigrant foot does not push the accelerator very hard. Law abiding, law fearing in a foreign land. 

to b cont’d………..

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