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Yesterday, Once More

31 May

While I was preparing to get married, and boy does that take a lot of preparation to the extent where you even become unaware of just how much you’re going through, there was a whole host of things I had planned out for myself. I made lists, I made a lot of lists; some in new diaries which I thought I’d use to chronicle my journey, some on my phone, many in my head, some as whispers that passed my mouth when I didn’t even realise I was talking to myself. There was a lot to do and a lot that I needed to do for my own self, my own sanity; for my own awareness because sometimes these sort of events overshadow one’s abilities to realize just what’s happening and what’s to come.

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I remember the juggling of decisions and responsibilities, the balancing of work and of these many items I had conveniently hung on the hooks of my to-do lists. I remember the madness that it all came down to, the rise and fall of my thoughts, confidence, patience, stress and my entire planning. I remember the crescendo it reached when I was in my final week of work and counting down my days in Bangalore. Time seemed to stand so still that I was passing each day of my notice period in a weird haze that rendered me incapable of thinking beyond that single day. And then once time permitted me its luxury post my office hours, I would run right past the secured gates of what would soon be my erstwhile second home into the madness of my wedding and its million chores. They call it taking the plunge for so many, many reasons, they do.

My bank was perpetually starved of money thanks to the many things I had dreamed of having. The small things, mind you, take the largest part of you sometimes. I never really imagined the big things to come my way because they were beyond my grasp. It’s at times like that (and many others) when you wish you had more not because you wish to be greedy and get more than you need, but because sometimes the mingling of dreams and reality can prove to be more expensive than one realizes. There were always so many trials, so many visits, so many considerations just so I could get what I wanted without having to feel completely drained out. It’s a fine balance and quite a task. Assembling my trousseau was my favourite part because I’d been doing that years before I even decided to get married. It was my special collection of the things I wanted and of the things that I held dear to me. I remember skipping meals from outside just so more money could be saved because weddings need money, you see. And the day I saw my wedding sari, I remember the feeling – it felt bespoke, it felt like it was only mine to be… it felt like it was made just for me. It’s a grand feeling especially when something as simple as a piece of clothing can make you feel that way. Imagine the feeling of discovering the bigger stuff out there that’s made just for us? Special.

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I remember evenings drowned in yards of sparkling silk, grand designs, special trinkets and accessories as it poured outside. Those days were especially difficult to sleep by – I hardly slept the night before my wedding – which is why I’d spend them designing my suits and figuring out ways in which my lists could feel more complete. Hurried auto rides, rushed chai and snacks, my mother and her bountiful support and strength, her stresses she made invisible to me, my stresses I gave her by the bundles, her small and plentiful wedding gifts which made me realise I was really going…leaving, our bickering, my frustration… We made it through. We made it through all that and more.

This universe makes things happen when you really want them to happen. Sometimes we’re so caught up with all that’s going on, we often fail to see just how the universe works in our favour. I’m a true believer in things happening for a (good) reason, I always have been. Those times were crazy but will always be cherished. Always.

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I came to write this post because I’ve been looking back and forth a lot these past few days…of what’s changed and what hasn’t. What has changed is that I’ve managed to put on all that weight I’d magically lost when it was time for my wedding. A bride magically manages to glow during her time…she manages to look a certain way, almost so that that moment can always stay timeless to her especially. I don’t remember doing much to lose all that weight barring those trips to Commercial Street and that occasional yoga. I spent a lot of my last days in Bangalore eating just so I could stamp every single corner of my memory box with its tastes, sounds, smells, experiences. I didn’t hold back. There was no reason to hold back especially when you know your time at home is limited and you have days marked on your calendar disappearing in front of your eyes. My hair was in place (I had cut it 45 days before my wedding much to the shock of my beautician), my skin was disciplined and my hips and thighs were extremely kind. Today is a different story and I’m pretty sure I don’t fit my wedding clothes already.

Yesterday I had a plan, a goal, a schedule. Today, I don’t. Yesterday was filled with byes. Today isn’t. Yesterday was heavier on my mind and body. Today is more forgiving. Yesterday was brimming with home food. Today has been taken over by FreshMenu more than I would like. Yesterday was full of celebration. Today is quieter and more sober. Yesterday was more painful. Today feels more healed. Yesterday was precious to the very last second. Today’s worth lies hidden and unseen. Yesterday I had one family, one home. Today, I have two of each. Yesterday I had the comfort of friends and their company. Today I have their thoughts and memories for instant gratification instead.

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I remember the last day of work and this is a picture from when I was getting back home. Being a believer in symbolism, this spoke to me in more ways than one – of things to wash away and of things to come. The universe has its way of speaking to us, if we listen or look carefully.

A lot has come to happen in these past six-seven months. There is more to time than a calendar’s flipping pages. A lot has changed, a lot has been reborn into something new. And while I love today even with all that has changed, I sometimes, just very rarely but sometimes, I wish for yesterday, once more.

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Rant-atouille

28 Aug

A family friend’s daughter got married yesterday. I’ve only ever heard a multitude stories of how aunty used to pick me up from my home, take me to her place (she was unmarried then) and feed me rasam rice – the proper Tam-Brahm (Tamilian Brahmin) types. Of course I was a baby then and have no memories of this. But then again, there are ties beyond the strength of memories that bind you in a familiarity that’s hard to explain. Perhaps that’s why we say things like “it feels like I’ve known you forever.”, no?

So her daughter and her daughter’s boyfriend decided to get hitched OMGsosuddenly, that it took us all by surprise. Of course once the initial excitement of deciding to get married dies down, frenzies of all caliber decide to dawn themselves on you; one at a time, or all at once. And so everyone got really busy trying to get an entire wedding done in such short notice. It was a sweet, personal, small affair – something that is a rarity when it comes to weddings in general, forget Indian weddings, specifically.

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That’s them. Don’t they make the most gorgeous pair, these two?

Now that her wedding day has passed and she is a happily married girl (because I will always see her as one), what was once a distraction from my own wedding, albeit a slight one, is now suddenly gone. I think I was seeking comfort in the fact that I didn’t have to do anything for a while and that there was time to get things done at an easy, relaxed pace. Turns out that taking things in an easy and relaxed pace is not entirely suitable for cronies like yours truly who work best under pressure. And with S’s wedding as an easy go-to distraction shield gone, I now face my wedding preps straight in the eye; because I have nothing else to find distractions in.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m most excited about doing things and getting things done no matter how mentally, emotionally, economically and physically stressful planning and executing weddings can be. It’s just that I now have my wedding date in sight more clearly and it is fast reaching the crescendo of excitement, nervousness and a definite sense of overwhelming emotions I haven’t faced yet. You know I’m the escapist, so it’s highly unlikely that I will deal with this onslaught of emotions and thoughts at this very moment, like a normal human being would.

Time is flying. In less than 3 months I will be a married child. And I will have become a married child-adult because apparently getting married automatically upgrades you to being one – an adult i.e. In between all that, there is a lot to do and many people, things, non-things and drama to deal with; most of which is self-caused. An over-thinker preparing for a wedding is just no joke. I’m sure you married over-thinkers out there know exactly what I’m talking about. However, regular sane conversations with the fiance make things seem more real, calm, doable and definitely not as impossible as the mountain-out-of-a-molehill in your head feels like. It’s a good balance.

Hopefully there will be posts, and hopefully they will not be as staccato as they may eventually turn out to be. See, I’m learning the art of making promises in no promises. Did that make sense? Because it absolutely did not to me.

As for the rest of my life outside of this blog, I’m gearing up to be a bride who’s binge eating on french fries, magnum cappuccino bars (omg have you tried them?!) and grilled chicken with crispy skin. And black coffee.

Did someone say stress-eating?