Hello all :)
Hope that all of you would have had a very very merry Christmas. Anyways belated wishes for that and advance wishes for the incoming New Year. I am not gonna put up a Goodbye 2011 and Welcome 2012 post because it seems so typical. Nah! I am not in a mood for being typical right now.
So, I am going out of the way and am gonna write about Weddings *Drumroll*
Well, now I know that the male readers who were reading this post scattered off to attend to their more important work. Anyway, let me return to the topic in the hope that I still have my female readers glued. As any other girl, I have had big dreams about my wedding and all that mush. The thing is that I am in love with the western wedding where they have more of flowers, rings, I do’s and most importantly the wedding gown. But I know my wedding is gonna be of relatives discussing gold and status, smoke coming from homam and sarees whose weight will definitely surpass mine and jewelry that is gonna choke me to death. Yup, that is inevitable. If I open my mouth about it, all the elderly pearls will go like, “Oh my god, you people are talking so much. You are all spoilt. In those days, we were not even allowed to see the groom before the wedding. We did what we were told to” and my inner monologue will go like, “Yeah! That’s you and not me.”
And talking of which, I cannot imagine how our grandmothers and mothers managed to accept what they were given on a platter and live it, calling it life. I cannot, even in my wildest imaginations, imagine myself taking a tray with coffee cups and handing one to each of those people who scrutinize me like I am a product. Sheesh! Thinking of it gives me shivers down my spine. And then imagine overhearing the parents bargaining the price and other amenities that the guy’s side is to be bestowed with. I seriously doubt if that should be called a wedding.
Now back to the point, those weddings which have soft music playing when the bride enters with her dad and the groom beaming at his bride walking down the aisle towards him for a happily-ever-after seems so much more cool and organized than the ones where ‘n’ aunties are running from pillar to post, not knowing for what they are running, panting heavily due to the
luggage heavy sarees and jewelry they are carrying with themselves.
I can give you a real life experience for the kinds of confusion that will arise in our weddings. In my bro’s marriage, I was dutifully standing behind the stage, holding a lamp (Don’t even start asking the reason. Nobody knows why the nathanar (sister-in-law) should do that. They just say, “You have to do it”) All the aunties around were involved in some sort of agitated discussion. On overhearing, the discussion was about whether the groom should tie the knot, sitting on a rice bag or on a 3-legged stool or on a 4-legged stool. I was like “What the heck!” Does it really matter? If yes, why?
I am talking about
South Indian Tamil weddings as I don’t have any idea about North Indian ones except the fact that they are a lot more tedious. My point is whichever wedding it is, they seem to be smooth from the outside, but they are nothing but chaos for the families involved until the wedding is over without any major mishap. Why can’t we just organize a simple wedding without calling all the relatives of relatives of relatives? Why can’t we just ask the bride and groom’s consent and get done with it? Why does it always have to be the stormy, chaotic drama? Why should the opinion of the bride's aunt's grandmother's daughter's opinion on the bridal saree be more important than the convenience of the bride in wearing it? Why should the jewels to be worn matter more than the comfort of the bride on her big day? Why should the gold piles always matter more than the couple's smiles?
I do not have answers for these questions? Do you?
Until later :)