It was bright and sunny. The day had begun with a frenzy to catch up on friends as an important social event was to take up most of the day.
We'd kicked off for Kidangoor by a quarter to 9 and since it was Christmas and a holiday, the roads were more or less deserted that made driving a pleasure. We reached Malu's place, well in time, for being part of the 'break up' activity which was witnessed by a select lot of friends and well wishers.
At the venue - the 'karayogam hall', in which the engagement ceremony was held, just a few months back with pomp and ceremony - the presence was restricted to only male members of the family. I must admit that our team was quite matured in the overall outlook regarding the conduct of the proceedings. There would be neither fault finding nor bad mouthing as the decision taken during the engagement ceremony had to be undone and annulled.
I was apprised of the previous evening's interaction of the elders of the family with the boy - he'd flown in the previous night from abroad - to ascertain his side of the story about the entire sequence of events leading to this unfortunate split. And I believe that the boy had given her a clean chit by saying that she was 'old fashioned' and did not fit into his concept of a modern day girl. Wonder whether living as man and wife before tying the knot is the so called modern concept? Then my query to such people would be as to what is the sanctity of marriage. Going a step further, then what's the necessity to go through the ritual of a wedding, wasting so much of money?
Or am I being too old fashioned?
My aunt was in tatters as she'd already accepted the boy as her 'son'. And why did I get the impression that she blamed her daughter for being too rigid? Their - my uncle, aunt and Malu's - grief on this score is understandable and it would take time to heal. But what each one us - the outsiders, really - underlined was that any relationship that starts on compromises was not destined to last long and what had happened was happening for the good!
The return drive was peaceful and as mom had emphasised as we're kicking off to Kochi, "We'd come to be with you during your difficult times and we shall be with you in whatever decisions you'd take. Now don't brood anymore". I saw the look of gratitude on my uncle's face and I felt proud of my mom. Her presence had, indeed, made the difference.
Tailpiece.
The Christmas celebrations at a friend's place, in the evening, was grand and bubbly but a dull ache was persistent, deep within, thanks to the morning's turn of events.
We'd kicked off for Kidangoor by a quarter to 9 and since it was Christmas and a holiday, the roads were more or less deserted that made driving a pleasure. We reached Malu's place, well in time, for being part of the 'break up' activity which was witnessed by a select lot of friends and well wishers.
At the venue - the 'karayogam hall', in which the engagement ceremony was held, just a few months back with pomp and ceremony - the presence was restricted to only male members of the family. I must admit that our team was quite matured in the overall outlook regarding the conduct of the proceedings. There would be neither fault finding nor bad mouthing as the decision taken during the engagement ceremony had to be undone and annulled.
I was apprised of the previous evening's interaction of the elders of the family with the boy - he'd flown in the previous night from abroad - to ascertain his side of the story about the entire sequence of events leading to this unfortunate split. And I believe that the boy had given her a clean chit by saying that she was 'old fashioned' and did not fit into his concept of a modern day girl. Wonder whether living as man and wife before tying the knot is the so called modern concept? Then my query to such people would be as to what is the sanctity of marriage. Going a step further, then what's the necessity to go through the ritual of a wedding, wasting so much of money?
Or am I being too old fashioned?
My aunt was in tatters as she'd already accepted the boy as her 'son'. And why did I get the impression that she blamed her daughter for being too rigid? Their - my uncle, aunt and Malu's - grief on this score is understandable and it would take time to heal. But what each one us - the outsiders, really - underlined was that any relationship that starts on compromises was not destined to last long and what had happened was happening for the good!
The return drive was peaceful and as mom had emphasised as we're kicking off to Kochi, "We'd come to be with you during your difficult times and we shall be with you in whatever decisions you'd take. Now don't brood anymore". I saw the look of gratitude on my uncle's face and I felt proud of my mom. Her presence had, indeed, made the difference.
Tailpiece.
The Christmas celebrations at a friend's place, in the evening, was grand and bubbly but a dull ache was persistent, deep within, thanks to the morning's turn of events.
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