Posted on: Nov 19, '09
Reflections Recollections :))
Love is like a dream, blue green meadows, sprinkled with dew, whispering winds singing enchanted lullabies..
(This goes back to Dec 1990 ).
" Meet them, that is all. They will be our guests, so be a gracious host. Nothing else is on our minds", said mom in exasperation.
{{{{{ I was freshly out of college, enjoying my chosen courses, dreams galore and looking forward to a successful career in advertising. Infact, I had an offer from a well known advertising company, only convincing dad was left. That would not be a problem, just make round eyes, whine a little and he just melts, thought the smug me. Marriage was the last thing on my mind... I was dead against it, at that particular moment. Fate had something else planned..
We had comeback from my brother's Passing out Parade (POP).This is when it happened. }}}}}}
"Alright", I said reluctantly, though not quite convinced.
"Dress well! Get out of those jeans and into a nice churidar kurta.....", said Mom.
Aha....I looked at her, my instincts proved right
. I stomped out of the room. Boy! that will be some evening, thought the "evil" me...hehehe 
!!
I dressed, yes, but in my usual pair of blue jeans, a tee and boots.
The guests had arrived and I was told to make my grand entrance, dressed to kill (or so they thought). I went to the living room, looked at my mom in defiance (still remember her shocked look
), then at the so called "guests", adorning a plastic social smile
. To my surprise, there was just one person. My smile froze, heart skipped a beat...wow :))
My parents and his had been introduced to each other by a common friend. One thing led to another, the parents were in favour of the alliance, the final decision was in our hands.
Well, to cut the not so long story short, my heart was not in my control. All ifs and buts lay forgotten and buried. We went out a couple of times and then gave our consent, much to our parents' delight. I was in a world of my own, loved the attention, the wooing, flowers and long talks.
One fine day ,the elders sat down to fix a date for the engagement. The final outcome of the round table conference was.......since my brother and his brother were in town and both will not be able to come for next one year....WHY NOT GET THEM MARRIED ASAP?
. We were informed of the decision and the news broken that we were to be man and wife in two weeks. 
Gosh, it had been just a week since we had met !! No amount of sulking, cajoling, tantrums worked
. I had wanted a long courtship, all went unheard
. Well, there was lil one could do and resigned to the game destiny was playing, one went with the flow. Hence began the preparations...
A mad rush to get the trousseau ready, halls to be booked, cards printed and sent, flowers, book the saloon etc etc. I was in a world of my own and very reluctantly went shopping for clothes, jewellery, footwear, my wedding dress
.....
Moments flew by, amidst the hullabaloo, the D day arrived
. I was taken to the saloon at the appointed to get powdered and primed. Things were going smoothly, the make up was to satisfaction, the hair do did not make me gag
. I slid into my strappy dull gold number--a to-die-for-four inch high-stiletto and turned around to step into the ancient rose coloured lehenga--and the euphoria broke and panic took its place. The lehenga barely reached my ankles after donning the heels.
lesson : don't be so smitten, try on that wedding dress, when it is delivered.
We shall get you a pair of flats/jutis/lower heels suggested some concerned and panicky souls. Nope--I stuck to my precious to-die-for--dull gold-number adamantly (well, my wish, isn't it). No "drilling sense into my head " worked, finally the lehenga was made to balance, quite precariously, at a level which was too low for comfort. Well, my precious heels took precedence (so?). All is well that ends well ( or so I thought). Time came to make the grand entrance, varmala--the thing clung on. All was going well, till it was time for the lanva-pheras. I had to remove my precious heels and now the lehanga was too long and trailing behind......
Oh life and its moments!!
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Reflections--Recollections
As I sat down
with the pictures of the past
and to
What our thinking was when we started
and how the relationship was
And how with time thinking has changed
while it grew
Values remained always the same
while the thoughts matured.
When we met as strangers
reassurance and inspiration was in the air
When we went out as friends
wanings popped now and then
and encouragement was there
When we decided to go ahead
excitement was everywhere
Past held some memories
buried deep inside
Present held pleasure
hormones running wild
Future held uncertainty
of all going right
Communication was to be the key
even if busy as a bee
Friendship grew with time
It was 'ours', no more 'yours' and 'mine'
Faith developed with understanding
that after black clouds sun does shine
Love became a way of life
When we started as husband and wife.
Today
Inspiration lives amidst
Warnings have gone away
Past is past
'Ts shadows buried in the dark
Present holds pure joy
Future holds dreams..desires
driven by hope's fires
Communication is the key
Friendship is commitment
Faith is complete
Love is forever
Here to stay
Under all circumstances
Come what may
Love is not at the mercy of time and tide
It lives all seasons
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