It was yet another family wedding in our backyard! Renu, Lekha's niece and a banker, got married to Rejeesh, working for a multinational company in New Jersey, US. The relatives had conglomerated from far and wide last evening. Many of them had dropped by to say hello in the course of the evening and soon after the wedding/accompanying activities.
The wedding was a mad affair amid a lot of jostling and exchange of harsh words between the conductors and the various groups awaiting their turn at the ceremony on the raised dais, in front of the eastern entrance of the Guruvayur temple - there were three of them but one wasn't put to use for reasons that couldn't be comprehended. Maybe, it was their way of showing an artificial 'rush' and in the bargain, extract more money under the table! Corruption peaks in the name of god in 'God's own country'! God, are you listening or these things don't bother you anymore, is that it? There's no use preaching to a mallu in malluland, who's an incarnate of the Devil himself, huh?
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A few observations on a lighter note:-
(a) Rejeesh was ill at ease wearing a dhoti and one only hoped that it didn't give way when
serious activities were on or he could have tripped on the trail of its lower end. Thankfully,
nothing of that sort did happen!
(b) A relation of Lekha's, who's badly diabetic, kept having many helpings of the desserts
in the momentary freedom that she'd got for the day. Her grandchildren did confess that
they'd lost the count of the number of helpings availed of by the old lady.
* * *
My mom seemed to enjoy herself though, in the beginning, she was wanting to keep away from the wedding with her persistent, 'what will people think about my infirmity?' And I was insistent that I wasn't going to take any of her excuses seriously and was able to prevail upon her to come along. In her usual style, she was the cynosure of everyone's eyes and had a lot many people making a beeline for her because she'd also unwittingly become the eldest matriarch of the gathering!
Tailpiece.
A great occasion to catch up with a host of close relatives! It would be another long wait for a similar conglomeration and who knows as to what time does during the interim?
The wedding was a mad affair amid a lot of jostling and exchange of harsh words between the conductors and the various groups awaiting their turn at the ceremony on the raised dais, in front of the eastern entrance of the Guruvayur temple - there were three of them but one wasn't put to use for reasons that couldn't be comprehended. Maybe, it was their way of showing an artificial 'rush' and in the bargain, extract more money under the table! Corruption peaks in the name of god in 'God's own country'! God, are you listening or these things don't bother you anymore, is that it? There's no use preaching to a mallu in malluland, who's an incarnate of the Devil himself, huh?
* * *
A few observations on a lighter note:-
(a) Rejeesh was ill at ease wearing a dhoti and one only hoped that it didn't give way when
serious activities were on or he could have tripped on the trail of its lower end. Thankfully,
nothing of that sort did happen!
(b) A relation of Lekha's, who's badly diabetic, kept having many helpings of the desserts
in the momentary freedom that she'd got for the day. Her grandchildren did confess that
they'd lost the count of the number of helpings availed of by the old lady.
* * *
My mom seemed to enjoy herself though, in the beginning, she was wanting to keep away from the wedding with her persistent, 'what will people think about my infirmity?' And I was insistent that I wasn't going to take any of her excuses seriously and was able to prevail upon her to come along. In her usual style, she was the cynosure of everyone's eyes and had a lot many people making a beeline for her because she'd also unwittingly become the eldest matriarch of the gathering!
Tailpiece.
A great occasion to catch up with a host of close relatives! It would be another long wait for a similar conglomeration and who knows as to what time does during the interim?
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