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January 15, 2014 by Preeks

Believe me when I say this, I did a lot of research before writing this post. I went through each one of your blogs to understand the nomenclature. By general consensus, the nomenclature seemed to be a mutual and exclusive subset of:

Set = {Dude, P, Partner, Murali, Hero, AB, He}

I then systematically went about exploring options and wrote down pros and cons. Like for instance:

• Since there can be only 1 Dude, we have to strike that off – Dude
• P is unrelated. *I* could be called P, though. So P.
• Partner. Interesting. But I might have to cut that out on account of the fact that it reminds me too much of office jargon. So Partner.
• The Man. Too stereotypical. Man.
• M or eM. Hmm. Has a nice ring to it. But, I don’t know. eM sounds a bit doubtful. Like umm? So M or eM.
• The Boy. I like this. But on second thoughts, why give him the advantage of always sounding young? Nope. The Boy.

And so, after analysing many more such names, I finally singled out a name. 

*Drum Roll*

Ladies and Gentlemen,

Please allow me to introduce to you the latest character in the drama of my life – SHERLOCK.

Yes, that’s right! Yours Truly has gotten besotted by someone. And hold your breath, will actually get married to this character this year. Oh God, I feel so old saying that. (Now you know why we rejected The Boy).

So anyway, that’s the news I wanted to share with you guys. 

Why call him Sherlock? Because he introduced me to the show and much before the world fell in love with the real Sherlock, he had already decided he wanted to be like Sherlock. I hate giving him  credit, but frankly, he is the closest you can get to Sherlock’s intelligence, atleast in my circle. I mean, he can actually do some pretty cool deduction stuff. Like, there was this once when I lost a ring in college and while the rest of us idiots were searching all over, he walked right to the ring and picked it up, like he had kept it there. He explained his logic of how the ring could only have fallen there because of the hand movement and laws of physics and blah. He became my Sherlock, almost instantly. 

Sherlock needs to be given credit for a lot of things, really. I mean, till before I met him, I took solace in the fact that I was a nice, ideal little girl, who will wear a Georgette sari and meet my prospective husband, as and when my parents introduced me to him. I thought we’ll talk on the phone for 6 months and then we’ll get married. 

But this dude came like a whirlwind and changed my whole vision. Just Like that. I fell in love, I told my parents I want to marry this guy and instead of me meeting my to-be-husbaaand for the first time, they met the to-be-son-in-law or rather, to-be-son, for the first time.

Like Sherlock, he is tall. Quite good looking. Most definitely mature (That would come naturally, when you compare with me). And intelligent. Smiles a lot. And makes me look like an idiot for judging others.

But you know how it is, right? What fun is hot Jalebi without cold Rabri? Cake without chips? Pizza without coke? And most importantly, because this is my favorite food, French Fries without Ketchup?

So that’s what he is. He is the ketchup to my french fries. Completes the picture. I get married this year and I am shit scared. But I know this, that my Sherlock will make sure I am ok. He will definitely give me loads of good seasons and good times to look forward to. And he will most definitely be worth the wait. 

🙂

On that note,

Blog, meet Sherlock! 🙂