life is a roller coaster
oh yeah yes it is - am marrieddddddd....whew something I thought Ill never do (or shd I say feared I would never do)...and know what? it is great... finally you have a hapless soul who has to bear with your nagging, your cooking , your cleaning, your philosophising, your rambling and what not!
and the best part is the encouragement I get to write - well if one someone puts you on rss feed and waits for an update you've got to obligena?
so here I am guys...life really has been a roller coaster in the last 6-7 months...
it all started on a rainy day ( now pls dont think of some romantic scene from late 70s movies...!) there was a proper 'ponnu parkarathu' replete with bhajji and sojji...there I was draped in a saree ( rolled up was more like it cribs my husband)....the room was actually filled by identified and unidentified relatives and kids running ard...somewhere a soul inside me was beating saying 'shit ash this is not you - you've gone into a time machine!'
I tried my best to look like a shy bride and eventually gave up - thankfully there was no request to sing - I was prepared with my Bryan adam number - which unfortunately I didnt end up using..!we were allowed to talk (ha-ha not that primitive u c) and I did warn my cute hubby to be that iam extremely talkative...he looked at me pretty puzzled..and said it shud be ok - My heart went out to him that moment - god if someone is actually ok with that (Sob sob!) Ive got to marry him ;-)!!
anyways all went fine and suddenly an engagement happened with great food and an even greater diamond ring tucked in my fingers...my dad and mom had decided that they had given me away to the mobile phone...
what followed was a mad mad shopping spree - the amount you get to shop if you are a bride is awesome..I happily spent lifetime and half a lifetime earnings of dad and bro in buying every whim and fancy....kanjeeverams, maybellines, trinkets - you name it I had to have it...
it was one big fat south Indian wedding which started in mad mad mandap chase ( which we finally got , but only after 5 months of engagement)...a crazy saree spree - nalli, nalli and more nalli ... more jewellery, vonly t-nagar jewellery shops...
there was a twist when the caterer quit a week to go and we booked a new one - and lost some money in the bargain - my mom (as was her habit ever since horoscopes matched) prayed to any god she could think off and offered generous gifts...
as the D-day got nearer, aunties in all shapes and sizes from all corners of the state arrived, where was their penchant for so much adults only jokes hidden hitherto I dont know.. and I was bombarded with advices and make up tips -
sample 1: always remember to put cocunut oil and carry a huge dabba of ponds powder - dont forget the sindoor box....
sample 2: keep an extra 9 yards handy (??!!) you can wear it on auspicious days like friday and pooja days (and when do you expect me to go to work after getting in and out of the saree - on sunday?!)
am sure you get the drift...!
all i remember of my wedding day is being moved in and out of kanjeewarams amidst a crowd of aunties who keep yelling at the top of their voices - having a vague dazed smile to anyone who comes in to greet and generally being nervous- not to mention some 20KGS of flowers and unheard of antique jewellery put on my nose , head and waist..!
the worst part was that I was missing all the show that was happening ard - impromptu dance jigs by uncles and grand uncles, antakshari's on the spot and politics ( there is a fight which broke out between aunties on whose sarees were better - inspite of the fact that they were all bought in a same shop at same price in same design but different colours!!) - priest party's from either sides ascertaining their supremacy etc etc....
Right now we both are kinda settling down in Mumbai..with no maamis in the next 1000 miles radius...and as I run in the morning to catch the train to lower parel in my trousers, with a short hair cut - I smile to myself....
we really were on a time machine!
