Friday, January 2, 2009

The Second One-For Shwet Di and Ashu Jiju

There's a big space between November 20 and January 2. Big. It incorporates angry rants, attempts to understand the obfuscating ES1 portion, exams and marriages and PR work. You wonder how it all connects together, don't you? Well, a lot has happened between this post and the last.

Now, about marriages. Marriages are meant to be happy times when you spend time with family, spend a few days running around, party like hell at Sangeets, and look through a zillion mehendi designs before you finally pick one. Oh the hustle and bustle of the Great Indian Wedding!

I've never been to a wedding before (well, because most of my family consists of either jerks or they live in Kolkata, which is too far) and when my dear Didi's wedding was round the corner, I all but ran out of the gate at BITS-Goa. This is the girl who saw me the very day I was born. This was the didi who's old books I used at times. No, wait, the books were her brother's, my bhaiya's. And I was hardly able to make it to her wedding because of my exams.

Well, I did rush home on the 12th of December, and I was dressed in an hour, decked in my mum's gaudy jewelry, and a dear old sari that I wore on my Teacher's Day four years ago. We sped to the venue at the Taj, and barely made it in time.

My didi was a perfectly beautiful, gorgeous and elegant bride that day. She had never looked so wonderful as I saw her that day. And the whole thing about the shy, demure bride waiting to get married was thrown out of the window. When I went to visit her in the room, she came skipping to the door, and hugged me. She made one of her usual dry jokes, and we both started giggling. Yep, this was one very normal bride. Definitely not the ones you see on the K-serials, spouting fountains of tears during their Vidaai.

My Jiju is- there's no other word for it...awesome. I had never met him before, only seen pictures of him, yet at the wedding, he completely blew me away. He was warm, smart and funny, just perfect for my Didi. And they had such great chemistry together, laughing, smiling, looking great as the cute young couple in love.

And for the first time in my life, I had seen a proper wedding. And it was beautiful.

Talking about weddings always makes me think of love. There are so many kinds of it. You have old love, when you see a sweet old man still smiling at his wife of many years. That's the most beautiful kind of love, because it has sustained many years of hardships and happiness. Then you have the love-hate relationship, where people fight a lot, but ultimately can't do without each other (and the gang up on their children together :P- yep, you guessed who I'm referring to).

And you also have that intense, wild kind of love where one cannot live without the other. You know, the one typically shown in movies where the guy battles the girl's father till he gets the girl. And then you have what I call, friendship love, where the couple is great friends, they understand each other, they get along great and do fun things together (and no, it doesn't mean what you all are thinking :D).

And how can I forget crushes? The weirdest part is, you get crushes when you're not old enough to know that the word 'crush' even exists. And they're quite silly, often involving hot British Royals or hot Physics Teachers or just a fat guy six years your senior who joins the US Military.

Oh god, this is one disjointed post. :) Anywho, getting back to my sad descriptions of love, as I spent a lot of time at home, alone and bored, I kept contemplating on these things. I think I even left a comment on a friend's blog saying one of my New Year Resolutions is to fall in love. Hah, if falling in love were that easy. I kind of sound desperate, but there are times I wish I had fallen in love. Hard. Maybe I'd have gotten hurt, maybe it could have gone great, but instead of a silly crush, I'd have atleast something or someone concrete, to hold on to.

Okay, maybe it's getting too mushy. This is a girl's blog after all. Next time, I promise a sensible post. No more rants about the elusive 'lou'.

This post is dedicated to Shweta Di and Ashu Jiju, with my best wishes. I love you guys!


executioner said...

My new year was sad. I was sick and spent the time under a quilt shivering. Not that things would've been better if i was fit and fine instead, though.

saw your blog.. write more

shalinilahiri said...

Oh, my poor dear. *hug* My parents were sick over the New year,we also couldn't go out for Dinner.

Well,let's hope that next year we can party at least. :)

Sushobhan Sen said...

You could write a poem with all that philosophy u've written! Very insightful.
Oh, a Bangla wedding! Was there the traditional white linen and the shubho drishti? Wow... lucky you.
All hail, Shalini, the newly-crowned saliji!

shalinilahiri said...

Nope, it was a North Indian wedding. My didi is actually my neighbour..we're not related by blood. I like the idea of North Indian weddings much better, because of the naach-gaana and the fun quotient is high.

Haha, I'm his only saali, I think.

divesh said...

nice post
expect u to write more

Ashu M said...

Wow - thanks, that was WAY too flattering.
And you're an even better writer than I had been told you were!

We're glad you came to the wedding - it was wonderful meeting Shweta's little sis, whom I had heard so much about!

So, how were those exam results?
:) OK OK - just kidding.

(Instead) Tell us more about the New Year resolution you wrote on someone's blog!

shalinilahiri said...


Thanks bhaiya..will definitely write more.:)

@Ashu Jiju

Now I feel flattered! :P It felt so great to finally see you then.

Hope you guys had an awesome time in Venice. Nope, am not going to tell you my scorecard...hehe. The new year resolution was more of a wish actually...dearth of eligible bachelors, ya know. ;-)

tomoe said...

So I herd you have a blogspot :P