Getting a brother married is not easy - the day began with a cold shower at five in the morning for everyone on the first floor of the house because I had forgotten to switch the geyser on at night. And Jivtesh got dressed up and dressed at 5 a.m. for what may be the first and last time in his life. It could’ve been love, happiness, the previous night’s batna – or maybe all three- but what a glow there was on his face.
Until last month I used to have this paranoid protectiveness about Jitu (he got married to Rubal and I got cured). The hour long drive to Nawan Sheher (where Rubal’s parents live) was rather nice at 7 a.m., but I kept on fretting over whether if he’d be able to take the pheras with a gurudwara full of people watching him. He didn’t help matters by turning back every few minutes and asking with a horribly convincing innocence – “How will I know when to get up and start walking?”…”What happens if I trip and fall?”
I needn’t have worried. The wedding was beautiful. Rubal looked radiant, and kept her poise even as Jitu kept on trying to talk to her; he shut up only when mummy went up to him and asked him if his conversation could wait until after the ceremony. The rest was as clichéd as it gets – pheras, lunch, doli – and the fact that I cried almost as much as the bride.
The reception in the night for Mom and Dad’s friends is memorable only for four reasons – my parents happiness, the three layered cake from Monica’s, the fact that I received the sms from ISB saying I had been selected to the class of 2011, and the fact that the groom stopped talking to the bride only for the short, few occasions when he was dragged to be introduced to people. I’m joking, of course. Like I said, I no longer worry about my little brother’s social skills, or the lack thereof. He and Rubal made a very handsome pair and I was as proud as a mother at the gracious attentiveness they both showed to the guests. Although I bet neither of them remembers the name of even one person they were introduced to that night.
.....to be continued.....
.....to be continued.....
13 FEB 2010 – Shoghi, here we come ...
... not even the faces!!ReplyDelete
all that i remember is an uncle asking Jivi "do you remember me?" and he said Yes. And i knew Jivi had no idea who he was.
Jivi shared this and I feel like I was there. I can see him talking during the ceremony now. Kuldeep sent me a picture during the ceremony of Jivtesh talking during the ceremony. Even though it was very late here in NYC, I giggled.ReplyDelete
The first words I heard from my newly married wife were - "will you please stop talking...(everybody's watching)"ReplyDelete
I told myself it could only get better from here. I guess I talk when I am nervous.
Actually we were meeting after almost 10 odd days, and there was a lot to catch up on. I didn't see any point in wasting time.
Great post.....made me feel I was there too.....Oops....I was!! :)ReplyDelete
yeah i remember reading in the delhi times edition of 12 feb 2010, that from henceforth it would be considered cliche for the bride's sister-in-law to cry at a wedding :PReplyDelete
ok honestly.. it was actually a very sweet moment! :)
knowing Jitu bhayiya understands the difficulty of socialization , the reception was one of a kind... infact the whole wedding thing had an easy going feeling in it..... Thats probably why its the most memorable one ive ever seen .... and m sure it would be forever remembered by every lucky soul who could make it ( at a really short notice) ..heheReplyDelete
ISB....nice.. wondering what happens to the doctor...ReplyDelete
I think it's time to post about how life has changed after the wedding :)ReplyDelete
hehee waiting for the next post didi! :)ReplyDelete