Wedding outtakes

  • The bride was the cynosure of all eyes, but I observed the thayir vada stole the show 😛
  • The amount of time your saree will remain prim and proper is directly proportional to the crankiness level of your infant.
  • You will be admonished on being ‘on diet‘ even if you are eating six meals a day, plus assorted snacks and juices.
  • The only accessory you can carry to the wedding venue is your baby bag – what? why do you need a purse or phone.
  • The baby will fall asleep not during the loud music show, or while meeting the hoards of relatives but only when it is time for you to step on to the stage to wish the couple.
  • When finally, finally you get the time to sit and cherish the awesome gulab jamun one last time, the baby will create a ruckus to go home.

When the husband is away

So the husband is off to Chennai attending his best friend’s wedding ( yes, Zack is getting divorced from his first wife. Time to cut the cake. Yahooooo)

“Why did you not accompany”, asks my colleague at work.
“Didn’t want to. His whole college gang is attending. Let the boys enjoy.”
“But you did not go with him during his last outstation visit too. How can you stay alone without him?”

Huh?

In retrospect, I am enjoying my days without him. Yes.:mrgreen:


I can watch whatever I want on the TV.


I can use the whole of the bed and not the itsy-teeny part I get due to his 45 degrees sleep pattern.


I can cook all my favourite dishes which he absolutely hates (partner-in-eating = MIL).


I get drop to my office gate doorstep from the FIL, quite unlike Zack who dumps me on the main road when the traffic is hellish.


I can read my books uninterrupted by his annoying questions: how is the story, what is the story, how can you read this now, aren’t you tired, time to sleep, etc..etc..


Life’s good 😉

Mango March

Our first outing with the whole of the extended family. The way we boarded the train was epic,no? Five of us in five different compartments just because the train started while we were running up and down the platform looking for our last-minute confirmed reservations. The way all of us ran the whole length of 3 berths when the train stopped for a minute in the next station and fall laughing on one other after finally reaching our reserved compartment was highly amusing to our fellow passengers. Your aunt is 58, but she runs quite, quite well 😀


Our dinner was an interesting affair. I always like train journeys for the way we have our food. Tamarind rice came out quite well. Lesson learnt – never thrust the shiny disposable paper plates to under-3 year olds. It took us 15 minutes to make the berths habitable for the rest of our journey.

Kerela was pretty. How I envied the ladies with long, thick and lustrous black hair at Guruvayoor, sigh! Our darshan was good, though I wish there was less of pushing in the queues. I was livid, totally livid when you dumped me with the kids and went to a second darshan with your cousins. Thats why I was aloof for a good 2 hours. Boo. But you and I both cannot be like that for a long duration – the bane of our wedding. I would want to be more ‘khafa-khafa’ with you, so that you create a currently non-existent set of ‘rijha’ techniques.

Just after we came from the trip we attended your friend’s wedding. 350 km road trip with another of your friend. I am glad I had company in the form of your friend’s newly wedded wife. She accounted so many hilarious incidents which happened after her wedding. Observing the couple, I can say we are quite restrained and conserved in front of others. The way she playfully pulled pranks on her husband and gossiped about her in-laws in front of us was a far, far cry from how I behaved when I was newly married. Guess that depends on the nature of the person. I don’t think you have any qualms with me though.

As the month progressed, heat was not unduly bearable. The unexpected showers were more than welcome. There were lot of financial decisions to be taken, I like your approach – take everyone’s opinion, weigh the pros and cons and finally do what the mind says.

I had expected to taste an early mango this season, but sadly there was no chance for me. The ones which I got to taste late March were not at all good.

All in all, March was good. Happening as well as non-happening. Like a mango.