Oh! How memorable it is, the time when the bride and groom exchange their vows and head off towards their new life under the crimson sky that bears testimony of this wonderful union. But wait we’re not there yet. The wedding eve is where this story starts and no one; believe me no one here, at this moment is thinking about the crimson sky yet. Chaos and pandemonium is the order of the day. It’s the nightmare before Christmas or should I say nightmare before a Big Fat South Indian Wedding.
If in life you have never been a part of high end drama then I strongly recommend to you a tour of an Indian house on the wedding eve. It’s my promise that you’ll find more drama than all the t.v. soaps put together. You’ll find people running around, tears, laughs, cheers, chaos, screaming, screeching, searching, more running around and more tied up phone lines. And I’m not making this up. There will be relatives, relatives of relatives, friends, friends of friends, your dad’s friends, your mom’s friends, your friends, your uncle’s friends, your cousin’s friends; all wanting to wish a happy married life over the phone and at more excruciating times, personally. Thankfully I’m not the one who has to put up with all this. I’m just the bride’s lil sister or the bride’s personal maid (heheheh). But that too can be pain at times. Especially when you’re constantly reminded, “Beta next is your turn” every hour of the day. Why do people say that? Why do people say that to ME?! Spare me the annoyance please…Anyways apart from this irritating part rest all was well…Surprisingly more than well… It was good. It was fun. For this once I’m so glad that expectations failed me. The ceremony was perfect. Everybody looked wonderful draped in their flowy silk sarees (traditional Indian dress). The was a lot of dancing involved which means a lot of happy faces… and the happiest one being mine…
As the name suggests this post is about a wedding followed by birthday. So let’s get to the birthday. Few remembered, few didn’t and a few chose not to remember. But whichever it was I’m happy that the few that remembered (my adorable friends) tried to make it worth a memory. A close friend of mine, MD, dropped in at exact 12 p.m. just to wish me. It was really touching considering the fact she had to travel far to get to my place. I kind of live in the outskirts of town you know. So it was damn sweet. But due to some stupid reason I wasn’t able to express it in the right kinda way, making her feel terrible... I’m so Sorry… After she left the next day morning nothing great happened. I had to attend an engagement of a person who has occupied a considerable space on this blog and whom Pandetta is not quite fond of. Skip to the interesting part. My other close friends showed up at my place around 5 in the evening. It was again very sweet of them to travel so far just to meet me. But again due to my unsound state of mind I couldn’t be equally nice to them.... Guys I’m Sorry… and I appreciate all the efforts… skip again… the end of the day I get this extremely sweet message from Vax, who couldn’t make it for my Birthday. It was a very simple message saying that he was sorry he couldn’t come… But I don’t know why it touched me… maybe it was my state of mind… But it really felt nice to know he cared… Vax, thank you and tc… Skip… the night closes in and its bed time…my eyes are moist… It’s a mixed emotion that cannot exactly be classified into happy or sad...It wasn’t a day when I was free spirited or high spirited… ;) It wasn’t a day of liberation or a day when I had boundless fun… It was a day just like any other with the only difference that it was the day I realized that one day shouldn’t make so much of a difference.
P.S: Pandetta had three different types of cakes in just one day n so isn’t feeling too well and also making plans to join a weight loss program. Let’s see how that goes…hehehhe…
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