She has this contest running on her blog and while I am not in Gurgaon and I am sure I wont win this one because the kind of bloggers who have written for her contest are absolutely of a different league, this one is just for bringing back really funny memories…
thanks Yashodhara, for this 🙂
Errr…so RD and I decided to get married to each other after one meeting…
We saw each other in May and the marriage was fixed for Feb…so we had like some months to see if we could even stand each other long distance…
So, for whoever knows about a Tambram wedding. We are very serious folks. Us Tambrams. We take our wedding ceremony very seriously. You know the only allowance we allow for fun is to lift the bride and the groom during the exchange of garlands ceremony. That too honestly, is no fun for the bride who is wearing a 100 kg garland on her head, and 20 kgs of the silk saree added to which is gold jewellery which I dont want to reveal you know…and then the groom especially the modern one who has no clue how to hold a veshti to his waist and with no other clothing to cover his top, is often seen praying to all the Gods that the guy lifting him doesnt pull down his veshti in enthusiasm…well honestly otherwise, like I mentioned, we Tambrams are a serious community.
Before the wedding
So in all that seriousness, RD and I had a bet.
One night at about 9ish, after the usual romantic talk about did you eat your dinner, what time are you going to work tomorrow, oh at 3 in the morning, you are an idiot to work such shifts, yaada yaada, I tell the man I am going to marry
RM: Hey I am thinking of dancing at the wedding
RD: Whose wedding?
RM: Oye, our wedding
RM: What hahahaha? I am serious…I am thinking of dancing you know
RD: are you kidding me? dancing at a Tambram wedding…
RM: Why not? I danced at my akka’s wedding last to last year
RD: yaa right…
RM: Oye dont challenge me…
RD: I am challenging you
Note – See how we never agreed right from the start…I am wondering if the only agreement we ever had in common was about getting married to each other..after that in 6.542 years, we are yet to agree on anything eh?
RM: okie, here is a bet…I will dance during the engagement ceremony held the night before the wedding..what will you give me if I do that?
RD: well…ahem..ahem..okie, I will hug you publicly
RM: WHAT! you miser!
RD: Oye, hugging in public in a Tambram wedding..you dont know what I am inviting on myself
RM: yaa whatever
and so the bet was placed…
On the night before our wedding…my cousins gave a superb singing performance until cousin K looked at me and wiggled her eyebrows…I got up when an uncle of mine was performing and then went to change…
And then began the fun..
1. I was wearing black trousers, black t shirt and a red bandhani chunni..quite a change from the docile girl sitting with a saree draped 2 minutes ago
2. The damn recorder didnt work
So cousin K and I are bloody standing on the stage grinning at everyone, who is looking at us bewildered wondering if the girl in question (thats me…I was getting married!) is having some last minute reactions to marriage..(the dance was a surprise even to my parents, only Cousin K, RMB, and a close family friend knew about it)
After about 10 minutes of heming and hawing the damn recorder started working…of course Cousin K and I tried our best to entertain the crowd by grinning, clapping our hands, looking at each other, and etc etc…(insert any idiotic action)
And RD was so shocked to see his to-be-bride in such jhintak clothes that he kept staring at me and rubbing his eyes…
and then the song started….
My cousins whistled so hard that it was unbearable to hear in the hall..and then we danced…Cousin K and I…there was screaming, clapping, shouting, and oh what fun…
Errr..for the records we danced on ‘Aaja na chule meri chunneri sanam’ (Salman-Sushmita song)
RD gasped, my in laws couldnt believe their eyes, my cousins and bro screamed their head off, RD’s friends stood gaping..and we danced..yep..danced at a serious Tambram wedding…(My parents went missing, dont know where they were 🙂 )
and then after the dance…everyone congragulated…(I think more at my dare than at the dance itself, but I prefer to believe it was for the dancing)
I wiggled my eyebrows now at RD..he looked at me and the guy went red…
it was hilarious!!!
and no, the guy didnt hug me after the dance…These Tambram guys I tell you!
During the Wedding
RD and I are left alone by the crowd who is looking at eating a sumptuous breakfast full of idlis, dosas, kesaris, filter coffee, steaming hot sambhar and lily white chutneys…I mean have you noticed that in a Tambram wedding, most people just desert the couple after the mangalsutra is tied!
anyways while we both are trying to decipher what the Tambram priest from Calcutta (my FIL imported him from there) is saying, midst all the smell tantalizing our senses, and trying to breathe through that smoke of the havan…
the priest is telling us the importance of being with each other basically you know the usual in sickness and in health..etc etc
rrrrrinnnggg rrrrinnnggg the phone rings..
I look at RD in surprise..what the hell? phone calls here as well..and RD looks at me in surprise…I swear its not mine he says..while I look at him accusingly
we both look in surprise at the priest who says ‘acha one minute I am in middle of conducting a marriage..oh what what..yes yes I will be Ahmedabad tomorrow and yes yes I will conduct your marriage..no no, I wont talk to anyone during the marriage’ and then looks at us and asks ‘so where were we?’
yaa right..we both didnt know how to react honestly
Next day after the marriage, we are boarding a train to Bombay…the *ahem* spouse, inlaws and me…I am grinning away to glory, while the whole family, their uncles, aunties, step aunties, cousins, brother in laws, etc etc etc have come to drop us to the station. RD beckons me near him with a wave of a hand. (no not for the hug dont get excited)
RD: RM, will you STOP grinning so much, you are giving a feeling that you are more than happy to leave your parents, and come, what will people think, newly wed and only laughing…I was so looking forward to a crying session from your end…no one in your family also seems emotional!
and from there began the journey of craziness eh?