Ek Vivah Aisa Bhi....


            Remember that movie...? And the funny part is that many good movie watchers also get confused between the two movies- first one Shahid Kapoor and Amrita Rao's traditional Indian  "Vivah" and second one Sonu Sood and Isha Koppikar's "Ek Vivah aisa bhi" , a different angle of a wedding and all its means. One of my best friend too was confused about it..but we cleared her confusion when we were playing Dum Sharaj.
               Hot summer is the grand wedding season. And I like to attend weddings because of the food but it should be well arranged...no chaos !
Last December, I attended my Didi's grand Vivah type wedding and had full of funn like every another wedding ceremony in house. But two days ago, on 9 th of May 2017, a different wedding was attended by me - An Intercaste Wedding.
                   I remember, our tuition class teacher had told us once - Support intercaste marriages but also take care that you won't hurt your parents. He also added, if your parents support then must go for an intercaste marriage. And if they don't support you then you support others who are willing to do intercaste marriage, atleast! I was in 8th standard at that time.
                   Now come on to 9 th May. The marriage ceremony was of my dad's friend's daughter. He did all his service as a school teacher and last year got retired. We both belong to same caste. At starting, they were against the wedding. They tried all the ways to convince the daughter to not to marry with a boy who does not belongs to their caste. The boy is from upper caste and the girl is from lower caste, if we go in details.
            But the girl was firm on her decision and they both had full support from the family of the boy. They waited for four years and finally the girl's parents agreed. And one special thing to mention the girl has one younger sister and one younger brother that means she was the elder one-first to get marry- in her house. And both of them supported their Didi from the first day.
 Their other relatives were not happy with this decision and still they are not and they didn't attend the function too.
            As I was very much excited because it was the first intercaste marriage, in my close ones. I know the bride from my childhood, she is like my Di. From my family, only me, my dad and my younger brother attended the function. Before that we had to go to the hospital for my brother's eye check up and because of that we got late, and missed the "mangalashtaks". Dammn shit..! When we reached the photo session was going on so we settled down on the chairs and dad got busy with their friends.
                I was looking at her.
                Wow!!!
She was dressed like Ishita- Yeh Hai Mohobatein,
a series on star plus. If you don't know ask your sister or mother. Bright red saari with golden design on it and full gold jewellry; full south Indian look. A beautiful "gajara" in hairs and no chunri on head. Do you know, the South  Indian people don't have the tradition of having a dupatta over the head. It is a bad sign. That was a new one for me. And the groom was normal sherwani. Both were looking adorable.
           After a while time, we went on the stage, congratulated both of them, took a photograph, as a proof that we attended the function because generally, in all the  "hadbadi" I don't think the bride and the groom can remember how many people they met...!?
                After that we went to food corner. Enjoyed the tasty food but along with it both my ears were full filled with many gossips, more than my stomach. Many of them were talking the same. The girl is wrong. This marriage is wrong. They will face problems in future. All this is because of more education and freedom. Some great ones were saying, I would have never allow my daughter if she would have done something like that. Some were accusing the parents. One lady said that the girl does not know how to cook...??! I was thinking how that lady come to know about this? Don't you? And all this stuff going on in the marriage hall - The Taj Garden. Nice coincidence, love marriage in a hall having name Taj...!
Apart from all these, the bride and the groom both were happy and the stage was full of their friends.
             In normal wedding, mostly the relatives and siblings grab the stage. The friends just come on the stage for one or two snaps...nowadays one selfi too to post on Facebook wall. In all that happenings, their friends supported them both and that was easily seen at that time. I was very happy at that moment, watching all that.
               My dad also was not in so much favour of the wedding but he accepted it and attended it. I hope that the somewhere down the little negativeness about intercaste marriages residing in my dad's mind will vanish off soon. I  discussed it with my Mama who is just five year older to me that means belongs to our generation. I just asked him - right hai ya wrong...?
              And he replied,
             "Right hai...!"
 Then I asked what about all those talking rubbish.He said just ignore it. Ok, I replied. And we came back to home...!


        

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