Done and Away With
Back to work.
All prayers worked fine. It rained on the morning of 7th. By the evening when the caterers and tent guys became active, skies cleared. Again overcast clouds threatened on 8th and 9th, but just threatened. And then it rained incessantly from 10th onwards.
Close shave.
Marriage was almost hiccup free. Baratiyon Ka Swagat Paan Parag Se To Nahin, Per Phool Malaon Se Jaroor Kiya.
My mother along with the team of my ever reliable cousins had already made the most of the arrangements, and later on I chipped in a bit. Also, the precious little invention made by Martin Cooper - the Cellphone - saved a lot of limb breakdowns. Still, they are sore at every tendon and ligament.
My earlier experiences have shown that it is your own relatives who give more grief than the ones from in-laws side, especially, the likes of hard-to-please Phoophajis, and ever sulking Jeejajis. Not to forget the unsolicited free advice you receive from all and sundry, both good and bad, ranging from a small matter like packing of sweets and fruits to a larger matter like selecting the venue.
One has to make a balance by walking the tight rope, making sure not to ruffle any feathers by patiently listening to all, but doing what you think is right. But since it is a zero sum game, whatever balancing attempt it my take, its hard avoid bruised egos.
These apart, ceremonies went according to plan. Right from the day when the Mandap was set to the day it was taken off. For putting up Mandap, it takes five males. For the want of fifth man, Aryan chipped in. During the ladies sangeet on the 6th, Aryan sat right in between Dholaks, quite intrigued and engrossed.
Our Pandit ji were of bungling sort so during marriage solemnization people had a lot of fun pulling his legs. But he was sporting too, so didn't quite mind them and joined the fun himself.
By the Kalewa ceremony in the morning, it had sinked in that my piece of heart would be gone now. Not that we lived together, so it would have mattered. But it mattered because things won't be same again ever.
By the time she left with her knight, every eyelid was moist and heavy. Damn, its the same while I am writing. Hope the couples do well together, and tug along. If that's be, I am more than happy.
All prayers worked fine. It rained on the morning of 7th. By the evening when the caterers and tent guys became active, skies cleared. Again overcast clouds threatened on 8th and 9th, but just threatened. And then it rained incessantly from 10th onwards.
Close shave.
Marriage was almost hiccup free. Baratiyon Ka Swagat Paan Parag Se To Nahin, Per Phool Malaon Se Jaroor Kiya.
My mother along with the team of my ever reliable cousins had already made the most of the arrangements, and later on I chipped in a bit. Also, the precious little invention made by Martin Cooper - the Cellphone - saved a lot of limb breakdowns. Still, they are sore at every tendon and ligament.
My earlier experiences have shown that it is your own relatives who give more grief than the ones from in-laws side, especially, the likes of hard-to-please Phoophajis, and ever sulking Jeejajis. Not to forget the unsolicited free advice you receive from all and sundry, both good and bad, ranging from a small matter like packing of sweets and fruits to a larger matter like selecting the venue.
One has to make a balance by walking the tight rope, making sure not to ruffle any feathers by patiently listening to all, but doing what you think is right. But since it is a zero sum game, whatever balancing attempt it my take, its hard avoid bruised egos.
These apart, ceremonies went according to plan. Right from the day when the Mandap was set to the day it was taken off. For putting up Mandap, it takes five males. For the want of fifth man, Aryan chipped in. During the ladies sangeet on the 6th, Aryan sat right in between Dholaks, quite intrigued and engrossed.
Our Pandit ji were of bungling sort so during marriage solemnization people had a lot of fun pulling his legs. But he was sporting too, so didn't quite mind them and joined the fun himself.
By the Kalewa ceremony in the morning, it had sinked in that my piece of heart would be gone now. Not that we lived together, so it would have mattered. But it mattered because things won't be same again ever.
By the time she left with her knight, every eyelid was moist and heavy. Damn, its the same while I am writing. Hope the couples do well together, and tug along. If that's be, I am more than happy.
posted by Unknown at 12:13 PM
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