Being wedding season, my sister was invited to a couple of family weddings. Strange but people we'd seen toddling around in diapers with imaginary toys in their hands were now going to be decked up in bridal finery while flaunting their latest halves.
The first wedding she attended was a sombre affair- an intercaste love story set amidst the backdrop of an office romance. The girl's South Indian roots were vastly different in outlook than the typical North Indian groom. This translated into a few bloopers at the main event- the bride was pronounced 'bold' as she went about greeting and garnering blessings instead of her parents.
At yet another intercaste instance, the bride (well to be honest even I was a little too plump for my liking, but I rapidly shed more than 7 kgs in the 7 years that I've been married) was fat and smiling- compared to the groom she looked at least a good five years his elder- prompting folk to take merry jibes at his son-like state!
They say people marry for the better. But do they?
A dear acquaintance who was a stickler for his clean ways (used to take a bath daily before the sun spreadeagled the sky) completely changed post marriage, no doubt on the eggings of his wife. Days passed before he took even a cursory shower, prompting us to wonder if his life had taken a turn for better or worse!
While my own husband, famous amongst the Dominoes- Barista circuit for ordering out so frequently, actually learnt to make gourmet-style delicious stuffed omelette, complete with olives and capers on the side. Of course, these treats are few and far between, but I guess this is what makes him,and them, so endearing!
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