INSIGHT INTO MY EQ-
This scene where I am weeping isn’t something that anyone witnesses often!
I am referred to as THE ROCK by my family!
It takes a LOT to make me cry!
Also, If I have decided and committed myself to something then The Rock that I am, you can’t really make me budge (MOST TIMES) unless you are Ser Jorah (he does give sound advices to the Kahleesi).
I reckon it could be THE SALMAN KHAN EFFECT (“Ek baar jo maine commitment kar di, uske baad tho main khud ki bhi nahin sunta. ” (Salman Khan in Wanted.) (English- Once I have made a commitment, I don’t listen even to myself).
Time: 1:00 AM/ 13th Feb’2011
Venue: 28, The Mall, New Delhi Cantt, India
I have just gotten myself hitched!
4.5 hrs ago, I have landed myself with a Title!
I am married to a man who, 1 week into dating had announced that he would marry me (yea, you read it right! The husband is crazy like that! He somehow always knows exactly what he wants and 9 on 10 times he manages to get it as well)!
I had rolled my eyes at him telling him to slow down. Caution is the name of the game after all. Besides I didn’t want to marry him. I didn’t want to marry at all. I was 19!
I kept him all high and dry for 5 years before I decided to oblige! I have standards to maintain. Can’t be saying yes to everyone right…hahaha…
Point here is: I was beyond ecstatic to be getting married to this guy!
Whatever WE Girls keep hearing and/or reading about pre-wedding jitters, butterflies in the stomach, stress attacks, fear of the unknown, and all of that—– I FELT NONE OF IT!
The Saat Pheras (encircling the fire, taking our seven vows for seven births) done with, we were busy popping the Champagne and cutting cakes!
BUT SHE WAS MISSING!
Missing, when we were celebrating the “Just Married” phase.
She must be busy with the guests-I ASSUMED.
30 minutes passed and still no sign of her.
I excused myself from the celebrations and went looking for her.
There she was!
Inside the house. Preparing for the Vidaai (English-Departure of the bride from her family home after the wedding).
She was giving the final touches to the Thaali (English of Thaali is Thaali only)!
The Thaali which was heaped with puffed rice was being prepared (In Hindu weddings, the Brides throw the puffed rice which is like the “Wedding-exit” toss in Christian Weddings).
By now, everyone had gathered in the verandah.
My mother busied herself in soiling the clothes of my freshly acquired (WINK) In-laws.
PS: It’s a Haryanvi/Rajasthani (two North-Indian States-Haryana/Rajasthan) people have this farewell ceremony for the In-laws also, where-in the mother of the bride imprints her henna-dripping hand onto the chests of all men from the husband’s side.
While my mother was enjoying her little ritual, dirtying my Father-in-Law’s shirt and tie,
SHE WAS QUIETLY TAKING EVERYTHING IN!
I was way too happy.
So elated was I, that I ended up not paying close attention to her.
She who ALWAYS PAYS ALL HER ATTENTION TO ME! UNDIVIDED ATTENTION!!!
PS: I am often pleading guilty of this act of selfishness. These last few hours were no different.
I LOVE HER with all my heart! Trust me I DO.
Because there is NO MOTHER WHO DOESN’T LOVE HER CHILD! AND FIRST CHILD IS ALWAYS SPECIAL!
Now, its time!
Time for me to depart and leave her behind!
With a bounce in my steps, I walk upto her and slowly I raise my hands (slowly because they are weighed down by the Chudaas and Kaleeras (english- bangles and their dangling accessories) which we Indian Brides love.
I cup a handful of puffed rice from the Thaali that she is holding and turning my back towards her, I throw the rice over my head!
I have THIS HUGE SMILE plastered across my face!
As I start walking away, she begins to cry!
Her sobs ignite a heart wrenching ache in me.
Together we cry.
We are burning in this agony of separation.
My Baby Sister and I!
She then gently whispers into my ears, “ok stop crying now else you will end up messing your makeup and then yell at me for it”
There we were, two sisters, as special as sisters can ever be, laughing and crying, all at once.
The Husband, The Father and The Mother- All three are standing like Gandhi ji ka teen bandar!
They cant bear to hear and see us like that and thus not a word can they speak to comfort us.
They were aching as well.
As per the Reeti-Riwaaz (english-Rituals), I finally had to leave!
This is what the Reeti-Riwaaz do to a girl.
Separate us from our families and loved ones for no fault and with no logic.
PS: Please DON’T FEEL BAD FOR ME!
I always have an option and THE HUSBAND is the source!