wedding part one: Just getting ready !

It doesn't look good without having a song for my story, I stole one and its every one's favourite.


Its been on my mind to to save those small memories of my wedding trip, so may be this is my small attempt to cherish them through words.

My dear husband, caused me a needless panic for my entire 17 hour trip to Chennai just because he forgot to check if his cell phone was working, because the 100 times I called his stupid voice mail answered, but I should nt worry whatever it is ! right ? When I got to know he was at his bachelor party when I was trying to call, I just had a fit. He does it even now ! That's when I realized we would be paralyzed without Internet or cell phone and guys sometimes wouldnt change in some matters. Anyway besides that, I was a little tensed and more excited to see all my kith and kin.

It was a brutal summer and it had only started. It seemed that the NRI's complain more than the RIs how so? Its true I wanted to come back by the second day. For 2 weeks, I shopped the entire length of T.nagar, every day and every night. If someone could pass out just shopping that could have been me. Thanks to the AC cars, I was saved. Except the heat, I had a good time shopping every tiny thing from head to toe to match my sarees, making tons of mental notes and forgetting them.

Mapillai came and that set the clock to just 4 more days to the big day.
Everyday there was a ritual and a feast, it started off with the
Mangali pondugal - Its a ladies function where they basically serve all kinds of delicious food and they bless the family. It must have been a 110 inside the kitchen as the mami was cooking yummy kesari and vadai, poor mami but I loved the entire 18 course meal,Gaapathy homam , cannot forget to say hi to him before starting any good thing, tying banana tree with mugappu outside our house etc.Then came the pre-wedding day which included viradham, pandha kaal and engagement.On that night, DNA asked me again if I would marry him, may be I should have used that opportunity, hmm too late now! I just said I would think about it and later said yes just before the muhurtham, next day.

As usual we took umpty number of photos, with family and friends.I dont know why South indians are so conscious the moment they are infront of a lens, the jolly chitappa and chithi seemed to stare at the poor fellow who was just clicking away pics every fraction of a second. It seemed as if they had been captured by terrorist and so were the rest of the mamas and mamis glaring for some other reasons. Hmm somebody shoud teach us all to pose for a photograph please. I sympathize for the NRI kids, when they see their relatives' pics from India, they would never want to meet the scary poochandi (character created to scare kids) faces!!


Every meal was fabulous, with desserts like kaasi alwa,tiffins like hot molaga bajji, sevai, dosai etc,poli,vadai, thair vadai, padhar peni, so many varieties of pachidi, paysams, kulambu, rasam etc, really tasty but as usual I couldnt eat as much as my head wanted to. I wished to carefully smuggle them in frozen containers thru US customs, but DNA strictly said no.

Anyway, So I tried to enjoy and relax the last few hours of single life before heading down the aisle. The next day was a big deal, I felt like I was awaiting a movie climax.I felt a tornado churning up in my tummy, last time I felt that way was when DNA came to see me. Though we were mentally ready 5 months back, the crowd, the in laws made it all look different. I could never put myself in bride's shoes, huge attention from everybody, but it felt good to get married for so many reasons. It was a rare opportunity to feel special. I think it was a good start to a new beginning...