Before V left for Bangalore, he decided his dad should be told and our parents should meet.

I don’t know how they broke the news to his dad but I think he had had an inkling anyway what with me showing up at their house and everyone acting strange and then some random friend of theirs blurting out about “his son’s wedding” at a party.

Now the reason everyone was scared he would freak out is because I’m not Malyalee. V’s dad had had high hopes of his oldest sister but she had already chosen someone for herself – who was a Malyalee but not Malyalee enough apparently because he was half-Manglorean and didn’t speak Malyalam – and she refused to back down. After many tantrums, V’s dad’s older brother in the village (apparently the word of the older brother is a big thing in Malyalee families) told him to let her be and the wedding went ahead.

Then V’s next sister decided to marry a Hindu. This is apparently even worse than not marrying a Malyalee, even if the Hindu in question is a Malyalee. More tantrums later, he finally relented.

To V’s dad’s credit, once he decides that you’re part of the family, all his past grudges are totally forgotten and then he’s totally welcoming. It’s very strange but for the best I guess.

So, in V and my case, one would think the path had been laid by his respective sisters. But V was the only son and unfortunately, now all his father’s hopes were pinned on him.

But luckily, he took the news without a whimper. Or if there was a whimper, I didn’t hear it.