The 'Just Married, Please Excuse' Contest
Marriages are made in heaven but mad on earth!
a) This is not a book review
b) I am not running a contest but participating (contest details here)
d) I am not just married but if you have questions on my marriage, pl excuse
e) I am based out of Gurgaon!
In case if you are wondering where is "c" is? Then c oops see below to read more :)
I have recently finished writing a piece on Indian marriages (link) and stumbled upon this lovely book- "Just Married, Please Excuse", courtesy Indiblogger team. Looks like getting married or not but writing on marriages is heaven made / send for me. I believe this book is just written for me and I just can't wait reading/ gifting it. Let’s cut the preamble short and make it simple for Yashodhra (awww the cute names she's given to kids & that lovely papad pic on her blog), here we go….
I am not married, nor contemplating one but this contest got me excited. The prospect of having a luncheon with an author & publisher is so enticing that I could not resist asking my mom to give me few of her instances that I can write about. Marriage was the last thing she was expecting me to talk these days, so was a bit surprised but nevertheless gave an incidence which I too can relate with and how…
I
February 1976, Ms. Bansal (the
“bride”) married Mr. Khetan (the “groom”) and moved in to his then family house
in Bihar, in a city totally unknown. She embarks upon her new life with many
dreams in her eyes and many apprehensions in her heart. The groom’s family has long migrated to USA
and that’s the reason she could not get the chance to meet many members of his
family including his younger brothers (the “brother in law”). The
shy and coy bride was looking forward to some good interactions with family and
their acceptance.
“Kyunki saas bhi kabhi bahu thi”
was not existing those days; the culture at in laws house (esp the joint family
setting) was still highly formal and very-very demanding. It was then the “just
married” bride was taken for a prank that still humors many of them.
Apparently, the “younger brother in law” had
a close resemblance to the groom and everyone in the house insisted the bride
that he is the groom. Those days, brides did not have the liberty of meeting
the grooms before marriage but Ms Bansal met him once and clearly remember face.
After all, He was the guy who after meeting Ms Bansal declared that if he will
marry, he will marry only this Ms Bansal and no one else. Such a flattering
moment, how can a girl ever forget?
She was sure that he is not her
husband but all the ladies were adamant and up on prank, they hid the groom in
other room, made the brother in law wear shirt of groom and created situations
to make the new bride believe that her brother in law is the groom. The bride
was befuddled and at one point was almost about to be confused when an elderly
lady intervened and asked other ladies to stop the prank. The actual groom came
out from hiding and everyone burst into peals of laughter. My mom aka the bride
aka Ms Bansal aka now Mrs. Khetan heaved the breath of relief. She couldn’t
help but smile on such mischievous act of the new-new family.
II
History repeats
itself and how. Years later, her darling daughter (yours truly) was born and
for some upbringing reasons she was sent to her maternal grand parents’ house
in faraway MP, now Chhattisgarh. With most loving Nana, Nani, 3 uncles, one
aunt and no children, I became the pampered child of the household. It was
somewhere in 1980s when a wedding proposal for my aunt has come. The
prospective groom’s family came to see the bride over a lavish “meet the girl
with Chai ka kettle in hands” ceremony. More than the bride, I believe they saw
the magnificent house, my Nanaji’s solid reputation, business hold and the girl
was approved. They also liked me so much that they asked my nani, my hand for
one of their youngest son (nicknamed Kaju). I was like all eeeks! That Kaju boy
looked so stupid and how dare they thought of this, leave alone asking. I ran
to my eldest uncle and asked him to send off them as I do not want to marry my
masi to their family. My uncle laughed and asked me to ignore them. He ensured
that I don’t have to deal with this boy and the next time they repeat such
thing, he will definitely deal with them. The kind, little, big hearted me was
pacified and bade them forgiveness. Half
heartedly, I agreed for my masi’s marriage. I was sad to let her go.
Now the whole
family came but not the groom. We saw him in picture and then on the wedding
day. The wedding took place over lavish ceremony and bride was sent to her in
laws house faraway in UP.
There is a post
wedding ceremony where in few days after marriage the bride comes to her home
for some rituals. Couple of family members was sent to the groom’s house to
bring the bride back to her parental house and I was the part of the entourage.
I was barely 7-8 years old and such a talkatative. When I first met my Vijay Mausaji
(my aunt’ husband), I immediately gelled with him and went on talking for hours
bragging about the qualities of my caring and workaholic maasi. He kept smiling
all the time, paying sincere attention to me all the while doing some household
work. He asked whether I have seen their house or not and met their big joint
family. I nod in approval and he took me around showing the place and family. I
was so pleased to have such a warm and affable husband for my aunt and all my
worries ceased on. It was then, he introduced me to his mom who asked me who
all I met. I said all the names clearly and she asked me, did you not meet your
Mausaji and do I like him or not. I was like yes I did and we spoke for hours.
She was
surprised when? He just returned from his Benaras trip 5 minutes ago. I said
no, he is here, he bring me to you. It was then I knew that the person, who I was
chirping to since morning thinking him to be my uncle, is actually his younger brother
who looks very similar to him. She was even more surprised to know that he
spoke to me for hours wherein he is known to be very strict, hardly interacting
or smiling types. Another peal of laughter went around and even I couldn’t stop
smiling over the entire incidence.
Such events are
ice breakers and sometimes is instrumental in bringing people closer. Like good memories they stay in
our chest of jewels and linger on. So all of you who have “Just married”, “please
excuse” such pranks. Take it with chin high and revel in the joy! No joy like
newly wedded, trust me and Good luck. I hope you liked my post.
***
On an even
lighter note: Where Mama-go-to by the way? J
If Mama-go-to Gurgaon, then how about Papa? J
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PS: watch this space for book review. to be followed soon in Sep 2012
Very hilarious. Looks like your whole family (including extended family) loves Shakespearean plays, especially Comedy of Errors and Twelfth Night.
ReplyDeleteReally? Not much idea...just an info from mom and another one from my memories.
DeleteBoth of these Shakespearean plays are comedy. They both involve mistaken identity. So I referred these 2 plays since both the incidents in your post are about mistaken identity.
DeleteYup...I know about comedy of errors...twelfth night was one with happy ending right?
Deletesince u talking about Shakespeare, an guess of how many of his play/ stories has happy endings? :)
I don’t know. Do you know? I think he wrote 38 plays and 16 of them were comedies. Most of the comedies have happy endings. (Some may argue he wrote 17 comedies depending upon how you want to treat “Othello” – tragedy or comedy.)
DeleteHmmmm...I need to find out...just got an amazing idea for a blog..working on it...want to post before 11 today..hope u may like it...you game?
DeleteWaiting Ekta.
DeleteIts already on and you commented too :)
DeleteThanks for participating :)...and yes, I look forward to your review as well!
ReplyDeleteI loved this contest, it made me blog incessantly which I do not do very often..Will read and post my review soon! :)
DeleteCute stories, by the way :) - I like the fact that you took the trouble to ask Mom!
ReplyDeleteThanks! yes...The lazy me, loved the idea of meeting you and hence:)
DeleteBTW, I really loved ur pic (u n papad) on ur blog! Its awesome click!
Hi, did you email me yet? I can't find it. Trying to mail you for the lunch invite :)
Deleteyashodhara dot lal at gmail dot com
Hi,
DeleteWasn't aware of the email thingy. will do right away! Lunch invite? wowsie! :)