So he's popped the question....

After years of being pressured by his parents we are now finally, officially engaged. The inevitability of it all did nothing to take away from the romance and it was nice to be reminding of the bliss usually associated with being in love. The scary side is that now that we are engaged, there is nothing standing between me and the mayhem of wedding planning. Some major points of contention have already emerged and a 'death match' of sorts has been threatened to settle the score. Some of the disagreement stems from the cross cultural factors but I must be careful not to use it as the scapegoat. I am slightly peeved that the need for tandoori chicken will dictate to some degree where I get married, but I guess there are worse things.