So I finally went and did it. I went and got meself one of
them husband things.
It’s been a while since I got married and I kept meaning to
post about it but wasn’t sure how to write anymore, without hurting feelings
and sentiments and opinions. But I felt a little bad not sharing it with you guys because I’ve written a lot about marriage and prospective grooms and stuff
on this blog before.
My wedding day wasn't exactly the one that I had been
picturing since I was a little girl. Well, thank god it wasn’t. I’m not sure if
I’d still have wanted my groom to show up on a pink horse or a flying carpet or
burst out of the ceiling…. Okay who am I kidding! That would have been awesome.
But seriously though, my wedding went by quite peacefully. I
didn’t trip and fall on my face. I didn’t stick out my wrong hand for the ring.
I didn’t start a giggling fit. Most of the day went by in a very hazy mode. You
know how it feels when someone wakes you up too early to do something? And you
know that once you finish it you can go back to sleep? So you don’t bother to
fully wake up. And so you’re not sure if the things you’re doing you’re doing
for real or if you’re dreaming. That’s what it felt like most of the time.
I kind of liked the dressing up part. Ok, I loved the
dressing up part. Every time I freaked out before the wedding, my friends and
sisters would be like “Think of all the shopping you get to do. Think of the
wedding day as a free make-over day.” And it was just that. Like someone did a
make-over on me. I didn’t look like me so it kind of felt like I was pretending
to be someone else who does big grown up things like get married and stuff.
The place where I had to go dress up was crawling with
brides. There were about 9 or 10 other girls over there who were getting
married the same day. So the feeling that you’re the prettiest girl in the room
on your wedding day wasn’t too strong at that point.
But I loved the attention. And one lady said I had nice hips.
When I didn’t even think I had a visible one. Once they were done with me, I
felt like I had to walk in slow-motion and had a here-comes-the-heroine
background music running in my head all the time. I couldn’t move my head left
or right or look up or down. But it was still awesome. I loved the ride home
where passersby casually look in the car and then do a double-take. I had an
urge to smile and do the royal wave at them all.
Once I was home, I hated not being able to run about freely
because there were so many things I wanted to do but with the heavy saree and
jewellery and fake hair and the flowers, I was literally tied down. Someone had
to spoon-feed me some breakfast. After which, the photo session began. Or
resumed actually. I’d had almost enough of the pre-wedding photoshoot the
night before. It was fun at first, pretending to be a model and stuff. But then
you think they’ll say, ok, that enough, that’s it. But they don’t. Two hours
later you think, ok, this is gonna be the last click. But its not. And I knew I’d
have to do the embarrassing poses. But one photographer wanted me to lie on the
floor with my legs all twisted and turn in really bizarre ways. I am not sure
what sort of photography he used to do before this. And the lights make you
sweat. And the flash makes you blind. I have a whole new respect for models who
does this day in and day out.
Before we left home, me and my sisters had a “Oh my god,
look at you? Aaaaaaaaaaah!” moment as they squeezed my hands. I guess it was at
that moment a tiny bit of tension arose. I pushed it aside. Naah, it’ll be
okay. We’re just playing pretend wedding.
I loved how everyone approved of the way I looked that day.
Noone complained that my hair was not right or I’m not wearing bangles or how
my neck is too bony. They’d all come rushing towards me with a urgent
expression – eyebrows knitted with anxiety and searching eyes. And once they
saw me, their shoulders relaxed along with their eyebrows and a huge grin form
on their face from side to side. Score from annoying aunties! Actually double
score- they couldn’t complain about the way I dress or the fact that I still wasn’t
married, anymore.
I got a little fidgety in the dressing room in the wedding
hall. The groom hadn’t arrived yet. And I always had this huge huge nightmare
where my groom doesn’t show up on my wedding day. I know, it’s probably because
I watch too many silly movies. And also I look so nice, it would’ve been a
shame if he didn’t come and see that.
Anyhow he did turn up soon and it was time to do the walk
down the aisle. Two rows of girls with oil-lamps and would walk before me and I’d
follow them at the end of the row. Okay, apparently during the walk, one of the
girls accidentally set another girl’s hair on fire. And I didn’t even see it!
When they told me later, I wanted to kick myself for not having seen. I always
miss the fun stuff. I was in that haze thing I told you about earlier.
I’ve often wondered what the brides think about while
walking down the aisle. The future that lay ahead? The enormity of the act they
were about to perform? Their loved one waiting at the end of the aisle? All
that was running through my head was “Please don’t fall, don’t fall, don’t
fall, don’t fall, who put these stupid F**%$^g wires on the floor? Oh my god,
don’t fall, don’t trip!” I had originally wanted to walk smiling at everyone
and waving if possible. But I didn’t feel like smiling at anyone. Until I
looked up at one point. And I saw the guy on stage who actually wants to marry
me, happily unaware of how crazy his life is going to get. And I broke into a
smile. It was a private personal moment. Except it wasn’t. Later when the wedding
album came, that secret smile was plastered across a double spread. Oh well.
Once I was on stage, I wanted to talk to him and go all “Dude,
how freaky is this!” And laugh about it. I barely even managed to look at him
without feeling all awkward. I think he told me I look nice. Ha-ha, score for
him.
Later the pujari guy made us hold hands and say a lot of
chants. Which made me want to laugh a little. Because some of the words sounded
so funny, I was pretty sure he was just making them up as he said it. Then he
made my dad take my hand and put it in the groom’s hand. Which made me kinda
sad. Because of the symbolism. And my dad said stuff which I think means “I
give you my daughter..” which made me sad.
Then the major things happen. I was in a haze during most of
this too. Except when he tied the knot. And the music started. It usually gives
me goosebumps, this point of a wedding. Well, at mine… I broke into tears. I
don’t know if anybody noticed. I didn’t like cry out loud or anything. I just
had tears streaming down my face. I wasn’t crying because I was unhappy. I was
crying because at that moment, that was when realization hit. That I’m not
playing a game and pretending to be a grown-up. I actually doing this very huge
thing. It’s actually happening. And I felt dead scared. He noticed. And he
whispered “Please don’t cry.” Which helped.
By the time it was time for the sindoor, I forgot to feel
scared or cry. Because I’ve seen the
sindoor scene sooo many times in movies. And that moment felt so filmy, I
wanted it to happen in slow motion. I looked at him with my filmiest eyes. I was
also trying not to giggle. That momentary feeling of maturity I’d felt had
passed.
The part where we had to hold hands and walk round and round
was pretty fun too. I tried to send him a secret message by squeezing his hand
according to the alphabets. But he was concentrating too hard on walking.
The rest of the wedding went by in a whir. My mom got to get
me to drink milk after many many years. And this time I couldn’t roll up on the
floor and kick and scream and throw a tantrum about it. I smiled at and took
photographs with so many people, most of them who went “You remember me? Yes?
Then say who I am” Aarrrrrg, so annoying, especially because of course I don’t
remember them!
When it was time to leave, I cried. So did the rest of my
family. But that was expected. It’s kind of a norm in our family. Even if we
don’t cry the rest of the 365 days of the year, we can and we will cry at one
of our own’s weddings. And this was the last wedding in our family. Which made
it all the more sad (Probably not so sad for my dad who’s paid for all three of
his girls’ weddings)
And that’s the story of my wedding day. It was exciting and
it was exhausting. All those months’ preparation had finally come to an end.
But I’m also a little sad that its over. I can’t go shopping crazy and nobody
would think it was normal or okay anymore. I can’t have people at the parlour
ask “Bride?” to me and then proceed to treat me better than the other non-bride
people. I can’t wonder about what my wedding day would be like, like I have been
since I was a little girl. I can’t look all nice and get up on stage and be
centre of attraction again. Unless I decide to do a dance or sing on stage or
something later in life. Which I know I won’t. I can’t randomly boss people
around because I’m the bride (Don’t do this for too long, or they might ask you
to go to hell.)
But hey, I’m a wife now. And that’s a whole other ball game.
I know it won’t be easy. But as long as I have a few filmy moments here and
there, I should be fine. My “life as wife” posts will follow shortly. So watch
this space. :-)
