Love..the most understated overstated emotion... we do it, we make it, we define it, we lose it, we look for it, we cant do without it, we give it, we humour it, we seek it, we wait for it, we just cant do without it. And then, one fine day along it comes. But it goes and we do move on..hark, is there a choice? So what's the sense in placing it on such high a pedestal from where one becomes a slave to it? Why do we even take ourselves so seriously? Why do we expect that all shall be just! How dare we imagine that good shall befall us! Don't bad things happen to people? Don't people die? Don't people take their own lives? Don't we change with time? Doesn't our love, our priorities, our being, our taste change? Even our perception changes and for the better, right? So why do we expect that we shall get lucky? Who promised us that? No one but us. We ourselves promise this to us and for that to happen we act accordingly..fair enough till now..but if things don't go too well..do we have the right to cry foul? There was no contract and neither was there an understanding. There was nothing except two fingers crossed in 'touchwood'. Life is a set of promises we make to ourselves.. most of them come true.. but sometimes some don't. And it should be ok isn't it? One IS that strong. One HAS got to be strong.
Hmm...since when did I become pessimist about love?! I dont know what the real problem is. Not having or not getting to have? All in the background of not wanting to have!
8-) smile no matter what.
I should sleep now.
But but but first about the wedding:
Since i have been taking you through the wedding, let me finish the narrative. We were up all night yesterday.. the 'phere' took place somewhere around -6 am today morning.. saw the dawn breaking.. was beautiful..whilst the shlokas were being chanted. Not many people had stayed back for the whole night.. and some were very sleepy.. I was wide awake.. enjoying myself..endless cups of coffee and some roasted nuts doing the rounds. These wedding rituals enthral me. I can feel it. The panditji explained to us the vows the bride and the groom had to take..was a set of 7 vows for the groom and 5 for the bride. After each of their vows they had to say "tathastu".. in acceptance. I found the vows wonderfully crafted.. infact they were quite woman oriented..and forward looking.. one even made the groom promise that wherever he goes he would have to accept that the bride is in fact his lawfully wedded wife and that she shall also have a right to call him her husband. That the guy, even in his office and amongst fellow female colleagues would not deny that he is married to this bride. ;) The vows also inadvertently made clear that her money is her money and his money is their money. Smart. While all this was going on.. there had to be performed the necessary rasam of joota chupai...the fellas on the guy's side.. had for the whole of the night kept the jootis to themselves.. not even letting us have a single look..but in the end we did manage to secure one joota...it was when all of the joota guys fell asleep on the sofas that my cousin brothers did a guerilla warfare kinda thing and caught them unaware. It was a brilliant strategy. And it turned out pretty funny..seeing their shocked faces! If you can't beat them, tire them, I said.
The wedding complete..we went to a temple and then to the bride's home..from where the vidai (farewell) was to be done. It was an emotional moment..and really touching. Moments like those can never be explained the way they are felt..so I'd better refrain. It got tough trying to hold back tears..she is going no where! But still! So much shall change, wouldn't it? I just wish her a fabulous married life...with all her and her husband's vows coming true.
Around 9 we came back home and I slept straight off for how many hours I know not.. got up only in the evening..feeling happy with myself for having slept so soundly after a long time.
PS: a few points:
1. I think all bfs and gfs should also take sm vows. ok, kidding. but not really kidding.
2. The groom..ie.. my jeez..is a soft shy person..quite likeable. But the guys'-side could have been more big-hearted for us saalis.
3. I felt nice in the saree.
