The day came, and went.
No, I did not run away with my passport. Mainly because it was seized from me. And I was broke.
No, I did not trip and untangle my sari.
And no, I did not recognize most of the ppl who turned up.
And no, I did not curse the ppl who had the yummy looking wedding food while I was stuck on stage, even though it was a tremendous effort not to.
And no, I did not understand a word of the rituals and mantras that were being chanted.
But yes..yes I did have 5 buckets of paint poured over me.
Yes, my 6 year old cousin could not recognize me.
Yes, I did stand like a Gunda, even though I was draped in sari.
Yes, I did envy the friends who got to wear salwars and sit in the chairs.
Yes, I did get scolded by the pujari for making faces at my friends in the..umm..audience and for not sitting put.
Yes, I did whistle during the official wedding play time, cuz lets face it..the world is geared up for Dec 21st 2012, not july 15th 2012.
Yes, I did play the opponent's weakness and tickle him, when he proved to have too strong a grip on the coconut (again a part of the tambrahm-wedding-olympics)
Yes, I did get my jaw stuck after having the plastered smile on my face for a million hours.
Yes, the photographer said 'Madam...kulungi kulungi sirikadheenga madam' when I decided to get over the mind numbing boredom by giving a running commentary of the rest of the mandapam to my freshly made husband (blech...whattey awful sounding word..MediumBoss was right!)
Yes, the 2 days were long and yet, went by in a flash.
Yes, I did get married.
And yes, its been 2 months alrdy!
And to echo the sentiments of many,
God save the Queen...but who will save the Hulk?
No, I did not run away with my passport. Mainly because it was seized from me. And I was broke.
No, I did not trip and untangle my sari.
And no, I did not recognize most of the ppl who turned up.
And no, I did not curse the ppl who had the yummy looking wedding food while I was stuck on stage, even though it was a tremendous effort not to.
And no, I did not understand a word of the rituals and mantras that were being chanted.
But yes..yes I did have 5 buckets of paint poured over me.
Yes, my 6 year old cousin could not recognize me.
Yes, I did stand like a Gunda, even though I was draped in sari.
Yes, I did envy the friends who got to wear salwars and sit in the chairs.
Yes, I did get scolded by the pujari for making faces at my friends in the..umm..audience and for not sitting put.
Yes, I did whistle during the official wedding play time, cuz lets face it..the world is geared up for Dec 21st 2012, not july 15th 2012.
Yes, I did play the opponent's weakness and tickle him, when he proved to have too strong a grip on the coconut (again a part of the tambrahm-wedding-olympics)
Yes, I did get my jaw stuck after having the plastered smile on my face for a million hours.
Yes, the photographer said 'Madam...kulungi kulungi sirikadheenga madam' when I decided to get over the mind numbing boredom by giving a running commentary of the rest of the mandapam to my freshly made husband (blech...whattey awful sounding word..MediumBoss was right!)
Yes, the 2 days were long and yet, went by in a flash.
Yes, I did get married.
And yes, its been 2 months alrdy!
And to echo the sentiments of many,
God save the Queen...but who will save the Hulk?
