
I got married on 24th January 1973 to a wonderful person called Amrithavalli ( I shortened the name to Amritha as I did not like the ' valli' ). I was about 27 years and my wife was 22 years ( having been born on 24th November 1950). We were second cousins, she being my aunt's grand daughter. Though we were in the same colony, we had not talked to each other before marriage. She was working in AG's office , Madras, which she resigned. Earlier she was working as a demonstrator in SIET College, Madras. My wife was born on the auspicious day of Karthikai deepam, which is celebrated in Tamil Nadu , particularly famous in Tiruvannamalai. Her birthday is also the birthday of Guru Nanak , founder of Sikhism.
After the wedding, we went on a long honeymoon covering Ooty, Mysore, Bangalore , Madurai , Trivandrum , Kanyakumari and Kodaikanal. On return from honeymoon , we had the mandatory lunches and dinners in all our relatives' houses ; visited Tirupathi and then left for Solapur . It would have been difficult for a new bride in a totally new environment to manage in the small sum of Rs. 400 , which was my net salary at that time. But she coped very well and we were able to buy a fridge and some essential furniture. I also bought my first scooter, a second hand Lambretta. We spent only about seven months in Solapur, before we had to move to Vijayawada.
The six months that we spent at Vijayawada were noted for our extensive travels in the Inspection carriage (saloon). Cost of living was pretty cheap in Vijayawada. But since I was as mobile as the trains, we had to move to Secunderabad after six months.
Our life in Secunderabad was very enjoyable. If I am asked to name the best city in India for living, I'd say it is Secunderabad / Hyderabad. Raghu, my brother-in-law, stayed with us for about an year. One never got bored with Raghu around. I remember we used to laugh a lot at all sorts of silly things. We saw a lot of films. Generally, we used two scooters for the three of us , though occasionally all three of us went on Raghu's scooter. We also had a lot of visitors and were visiting the zoo , museums, Golconda etc. so often that I used to call Salar Jung museum as Junk museum. My son was born at this time. As is customary in the south, the first delivery was in the mother's place. Fortunately, I was in Madras at the time of delivery and so admitted Amritha in railway hospital, Perambur. Harish was born on 12th September 1975. I got my transfer orders to Chittaranjan soon after and reached there in the winter of 1975.
Life in Chittaranjan was difficult, with a lot of power failures and with a small child.