This is me. Well not really me, but some how like me. Me, a few years back.
What makes me put her here then? Well, the reason she adorns my write up today is she reminds me of those days. Those days, I was mad at the customs and methods of marriages. A hue and cry for every, every thing! So this picture reminds me of that time. A bittersweet time!!
Want to know why? Read on. But please don’t complaint that I hadn’t warned, IT IS GOING TO BORE YOU DOWN!! 😒😒(I told ya!!)
Love can happen to anyone, anywhere, any time they say. Though I am a total romantic freak, I read romance, I write romance, I am a hopeless romantic, yet unbelievably mine was an arranged marriage. No lovey dovey glances, no breathing heavy or sighing like a furnace. No fluttering butterflies and no flurry of emotions. Mine was one, in which I first saw him, on a postcard sized glossy paper – my to be husband’s photograph while my parents showed it to my friends. They were devilish enough to let me have a look!! 😂😂
Reason? Well, I wasn’t interested in marriage at all! Seriously, living with a person, moving away from your parents, the shift of priorities in one day made me feel it was too heavy a burden for my shoulders. So, while I rejected few proposals citing studies every time, many a times I received a NO ’cause they felt…. Well, they found many reasons to decline! 😁
And then, one fine day, this guy walks in the house, with his mother and meets my parents. Very comfortably he says, “I would prefer to see her myself, and hope she too would prefer that way!”
Now this was a first for my family. They were shocked! The guy himself says he wants to see me and wants me to have a look before I get married to him.
I felt this guy is going to hear a big NO from my beloved parents.
But destiny had other plans and they agreed!! 😨😱
I was really mad now. This lead to a small confrontation. You see they had fired all rounds of their weapons of taunts and undigestable remarks on us. When? Every time!
Every time, my sister insisted that I should be shown the picture at least, there was a fuss. The typical, “how can she know what’s good for her? You are brain washing her! Girls in our family never did such a thing!! Etc!! Etc!!! Etc!!!!” So this kind of cracked me up!
So, they agreed. Now I didn’t even know how I was supposed to feel. So, I wore the most boring colored dress that I had – a dark green Salwar kameez – a small studs in my ears and a thin chain around my neck. A little lipstick, eyeliner for eyes, now this was something my mother sat in front of me and made me do! So I couldn’t escape it! 😒
Finally they arrived. He and his mother. I thought they would call me with the tray of tea and that typical scene we see in the Bollywood marriage scenarios. I’ve never understood the concept behind it. As though we women are always going to serve tea and eateries! 😕
So, here I was all ready, waiting for a call by my mother. She brought his mother in to the our hall, while my dad and he sat in the living room. Then I heard mom call. I realized, how a sacrificial goat feels before it is put under the knife. My younger brother walked in. I asked him who was where and he confirmed their locations. Heaving a sigh of relief, I walked in.
Their faces lifted and I kept the tray on the table in the center. Two cups of hot tea and plates filled with cookies and cakes and other delicacies. A minute after they’d leave, we the children, would be pouncing on them like hungry lions! Well so for now I had to take not single bite.
His mother tried to make me comfortable but trust me, not a single kind word helps that time. I sat fidgeting until finally they said, I could go in. Such a relief!!
The moment I rose from the chair, and took a turn. Unaware, unprepared.
To my utter shock, he was standing there, at the end of the hall. My face must have been as though I had seen a ghost. He greeted me with Salaam and I responded. And then there was a breath taken in and released. I turned and looked at my mother. She smiled. She too was aware! It looked as though she had changed sides! 😯😱😨
**** Oh dear! I better stop now, else the present-gen version of that ‘Guy’ will start lecturing me that I shouldn’t be writing or reading or staying awake for long!
Goodness it’s just eleven now!!!! 😓😓
Anyways, the rest some other time! Sorry if it sounded as a lullaby! Blame the picture for it! I saw it and this thing came out through my fingers! 😇😇
Lots of love!!