Sunday, March 31, 2013

Relatives! Whats that?!

I know dear blog, I am going to bore you to death by my endless planning and wedding news but please bear with me, its once in a lifetime event. And, I don't know if I have told you - I am a very wedding person, which means since childhood, all I wanted in life was to get married. When I was about 8, it was my younger Mamu (mommy's brother) who got married. How happy I was, I still remember, so many relatives came to my Daddy Ji's (mommy's father) house. We had a huge drawing room and everyone would come, dress pretty, sing songs, dance, eat loads and sleep giggling. I LOVED it, immensely and thought that my wedding would also be such. But to my huge surprise and slight disappointment, we don't have enough relatives and whatever few we have, would have to be coaxed into singing and dancing and would definitely prefer privacy of rooms to sleep and not some common living room type of arrangement.

Last month, when I and mommy sat down to list the close relatives we have, we could count them on our fingers. Only 4 families of 4 people each and my grandmom. That's about it. What to do dear blog, both my mom and dad are 3 siblings each and thus even if I want a house full of 100 people, I can't get. I will still manage with the fewer number of mamu, mami, chachu, chachi and young cousins that I have but what will happen in my next generation. In the wake of country running its population control agenda and families increasingly adopting the 1 child norm, there would be no relatives to invite for the weddings. The girl/boy whoever is getting married will be the sole person to sing, dance and be jolly. Damn! the new ways of life!

It is not just the number of relatives which has decreased, there is a whole lot of other changes which I see. Everything is so planned and systematic. You can't just put on the music and start dancing, lest it may disturb the neighbors; there will be a time and place for everything. There won't be sweets which the trademarks halwai used to make, there will indeed be packed and decorated boxes from one of the known sweet shops. There wont be cousins younger or older, clicking pictures in the way and manner they like, but professional photographers giving tips on candid moments. Don't mistake me dear blog, I am very keen on all of this, I just wish I had few more relatives - masis, buas to indulge me a little more. Oh! the greedy me! :D

Friday, March 29, 2013

The Walled City

Did I tell you dear blog, with getting engaged there are a lot of exciting things that happen to you. And of all those exciting things, the best is that you get to shop as much as you want. No one, gives you the you-better-stop-this-shopping-business looks, in fact on the contrary, you are encouraged to buy more and more! Today in this endeavor I, mommy and aunty (mom's friend) went to Chandni Chowk - the walled city. I had heard so much about its cloth market that I had to go. We reached and were almost taken aback by the swarm of people shoving, pushing each other to take us to their shop. I don't know, how they knew that we were out there to look for sarees and suits. We managed to get our way through and went to this one shop recommended by mom's friend. We bought some stuff and hurriedly rushed towards the famed "Paranthe wali gali" It wasn't difficult to reach there but what was really difficult was to get a table oops chair to yourself where one could sit and eat. Once there, you don't have a choice, the guy coordinating for the people in queue told us to take the last corner bench and with us, he sent a family of three to occupy the bench in front of us and as you can imagine, the 6 of us were to share the table. It was slightly weird to share a table with an unknown family, to overhear food time conversations of a family while genuinely trying not to intrude. All six of us, occasionally smiled at each other while trying to figure out what to order from at least 20 varieties of paranthas. We ordered for an eclectic mix of paranthas and they ordered theirs, traditional, tried and tested. Paranthas were delightful and we almost forgot the setting we were in. We paid to the same guy who had arranged for the bench for us and then tracked our way back to the metro station. Enroute, I saw a Kulfiwala and decided to have that too. The kulfi was lip smacking and happily we came back. It was once I reached near Mayur Vihar that I realized I was in Walled City for I could only recollect the huge walls which surrounded us from every corner. Oh the old charm of my city! :)

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Happy Times!

Dear blog, its been quite some time since I last wrote to you. A lot of stuff in my life has changed, I want to tell you all of it but that would be long and you may not appreciate everything. So I will try and squeeze the major things in this post.

First things first, I got engaged! Yayy! And the very lucky guy who got engaged to me is AD. I have known AD now for almost 8 months and he is as good as someone can get. Humble, caring, loving, possessive, responsible, funny, passionate, charming..  the list goes on and as you can rightly guess, I am absolutely smitten by him. Our story is a story quite filmy and how can I not elaborate on it.

Like all parents, my mommy and daddy cool were relentlessly trying to find a good boy for me. And in this pursuit of theirs, I met AD, it was this Sunday in August, we met at CCD and then he came to my place. He came across as a decent, nice guy but then you know marriage is marriage and I just could not think of saying yes to him in first go. He took me for dinner the next day (with due permission from our respective parents) and said YES! I was in such a soup, how could I agree to marry a guy whom I have met for a sum total of 3 hours if not lesser. So I applied my golden rule, when in doubt say NO! I did, but coyly, also put a remark that I want to know him better. That was the beginning and from the total of 3 hours to a total of 300 hours was touched in no time. Long endless phone calls, full day dates (occasionally, since he is Bangalore), sharing everything, knowing each other in and out. We became best friends of sorts. He was in love with me and I knew it very well. I just didn't know that I was in love too. It took me 5 months to realize that I am in love too. The realization dawned and then there was no looking back. We told our parents who were still on look out for us. They heaved a sigh of relief, smiled, hugged and blessed us. 

Its been a roller coaster since then, all our time goes in either chit chatting or planning when we will meet next. He has let go off his running, football and I have let go off my writing and reading but I guess its ok. And its ok because we are happy where we are, we are happy with each other and we are content in the way our days pass by. It is a beautiful feeling dear blog to be in love, to be loved, truly and unconditionally.