I'm joining a noble cause. Yashodhara Lal has written a book and she's running a contest on her blog to publicize the book. Best entries also win copies of her book and if you're living in Delhi, a lavish lunch. I'm doing my Karma here without expecting anything in return (except that I have a thank you speech ready!).
This is a hic-story of my bumpy, joy-ride within 24-hours of
tying the nuptial knot. It started exactly after the pheras. Do you remember your
vachans? All I remember is the Boy telling me that the Pandit has asked him to promise
that he will not take me to any place which serves alcohol and that includes my
father’s house which has an extremely fancy bar. I rolled my eyes and made a
face, obviously.
Anyway, I howled like a baby during the vidai. Guess what
the Boy did? He counted how many else were crying. For starters, chivalry spelled
with an S to him! When I sat in the orchids adorned car, his 3-year old nephew
jumped onto my lap. He had been watching the engagement video since the last 2
months and for him, I was a ghaghra-choli clad heroine straight out of a fascinating
movie. I was teary eyed but being treated like a superstar did put a smile on
my painted face.
Just married, I had little respect for my 4-year old boyfriend
who was supposedly my pati-parmeshwar now. When my sisters put their heads in
the car's window to make their final bid for the jooti, the Boy swayed the
shoes and cheekily remarked on their incompetence to steal the pair. I couldn’t
bear the insult and snatched them from him. The jootis flew out of the window
and a loud cheer filled the air. It was my revenge for not sympathizing with me
during my vidai. Yes, for starters, I settled scores to the T.
Skipping what happened ‘that’ night, we went to meet my
parents the next afternoon. Alcohol was served and all the promises made to the
Priest were broken. The Boy felt relieved for he needed to loosen up in front
of 50 strangers who swarmed him like he was some Brad Pitt. He was treated like
a king and my Angelina Jolie like stance was consciously ignored. He unabashedly
gulped down 2 pints of beer and took to being a perfect son-in-law like a fish
to water.
Amidst unruly giggles, I was inappropriately questioned
about the ‘crime’ I may have committed last night. For heaven's sake, he was my
boyfriend since 4 years and this was the 21st century, I didn’t have
to pretend to be innocent any longer. My face expressed it all but to my
delight, they couldn’t haww anymore. Suddenly a taboo became a mantra for a
happy life ahead!
At nightfall, a bottle of champagne was opened in my new
sasural. Another time, same promise – broken. I maybe a modern woman of the 21st
century who occasionally gets tipsy in shorts and doesn’t believe in the most sought
after ‘virtue’ in the land of Kamasutra, but out of respect, I do feel shy to
drink alcohol in front of my in-laws. They gave me a glass and after much deliberation
I took a sip. It was a daunting task to see a glass-full of champagne and not
drink it. All eyes were on me and they pretended nothing was unusual.
After about half an hour, I couldn’t bear it. When there was
movement around the house I went to my room and gulped down the glass of golden
nectar. Oh, I could guzzle down several more if it were to me but I remembered that
I was just married and had no excuse for my sinful cravings.
I remember laughing a lot after that. I also remember doing
a small jig with the nephew. He still thought I was a celebrity. I’m glad I
didn’t give him an autograph. I’m also glad that I didn’t sing the song while
doing the steps. I remember the Boy laughing with me to save me from embarrassment
later. He was the only one in the room who knew what the heck was going on.
Ah, that’s the hic-story of Day-1 of my new life. In the
last 3.5 years, the hics and stories related to them have increased manifold. However,
the real golden nectar is my Boy who keeps me high all the time. Cheers to
that!
