Monday, May 01, 2006

Can't proceed...

... without writing about this!

So how is the feeling?

You feel precious with all the glitter and gold. You feel like a christmas tree. Decorated. You look at yourself in the mirror and snap your eyes shut, Is this really me?

Its your debut. The heavy anklets bought strictly out of greed, make that brief walk tough. You can find your way, but you still need to be escorted. Someone whispers in your ear, keep your head bowed down, wouldja? You wonder if that instruction just for today, or for the lifetime.

You sit in a room full of people, within the boundaries of four elaborately decorated pillars which somehow divide you from the rest of the world. They mark your stage. You are the superstar. You are even dressed like one. Its your day, your stage, your spotlight. And the best part is, you don't have to memorize your part.

People walk in and out of that room, pause for a brief second, stare at you in disbelief. God, you have changed so much. You look at them for reassurance, perhaps. My status has changed, not I , you try and tell them.

You look at your parents and speak to them, and realize that this is the first time in days, that the three of you have had the chance to sit together. You joke about what a strange feeling it is. Your dad looks haggard and tired. Your mother is doing a great job of concealing her state of mind. But you know the truth. Com'on, she got depressed everytime you left home for the dreaded hostel.
You look at your relatives who seem to have a more important role in your life today than they ever had any other day before this.
You look at people who always played an important role, and feel terrible about not being able to spend time with them.
You look at your soon-to-be-other-half, and wonder if it is the same person you have known all this while. He looks so different.
You look at your new family, and wonder a million things.

There is paraphernalia of assorted things which are otherwise difficult to acquire. Fruits, vegetables, rice, nuts, leaves, flowers, threads, shells, pots, pans: Some things old, some things new, some things borrowed, some things blue. Like all these things which wouldn't have met each otherwise, two long-lost-friends meet at a distance. If it wasn't for you, they wouldn't have either. The drone of the chant, drowns the sounds of their joy.

You sit for what seems like eons, all the while focussing on sitting straight. If you hunch, the pictures won't look good. The blood circulation stops to your feet. You are way too distracted thinking of the easiest way to manage a quick shake of your leg, without losing your temporarily acquired coy demeanour.

You hear your name being called from different corners, you turn around and look, and *click*, the flash blinds you.

You rise up, sit down, bend down, walk about, play inane games, pour water, pour ghee, throw rice, hold a thousand things, give them back, move something from one place to the other, then restore it to the original location. You hope you are not doing anything wrong. Hope it doesn't affect anything, you drop a brief prayer.

The priest recites the vows on your behalf, explains your new role. If it wasn't in the third language you suffered studying through school, maybe you would have learnt something. Hope it doesn't affect anything, you drop a brief prayer.

Then there are seven supposed quick trips around the fire, during which you lose count. Did I take 7, or did I somehow take 8, or 6? Hope it doesn't affect anything, you drop a brief prayer.

And everyone, joins you in their own way. In unison they all drop a brief prayer. And give you their blessings.

And its done. The new life begins thus.

Desipundit>>A new life begins thus


Lihtnes said...

As I watched from the corner, I knew you had emphatically and confidently moved onto the next phase. And I said to myself Hope it doesnt affect anything.

Sakshi said...

I am sooooo not getting into this now. :)

Good Luck babes...

PI said...

I am gonna employ the brief prayer technique too I think! Let me know if it worked :D, though it might be too soon to tell.

fizz said...

woah congratulations! many many best wishes from an almost anonymous blog :)

i dont know many married people, except my mom and dad!

Mo said...

@sakshi: Its not bad at all. In fact, its fun.

@payal: Will send of me prayers for reinforcement, if you want.

@fizz: Thankies Thankies.

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