Another Indian Marriage.

So we flew down to Bombay from Cochin on 1st of December. High on expectation and full of apprehension, why ?? Then your obviously not an indian. I remember mentioning somewhere, Indian marriages are complex affairs of rituals and sensitivities.. Most people are simply waiting to see things fall apart, while others are sitting puffed up with nasty high demands.. Its weird how long forgotten stories surface and people are waiting to punch eachother in verbal bouts with those trivial issues which should have been long burried …..But these times are used to get even with the other parties.  Its true no matter which corner of India you go to … Its always the same story.

I enjoyed  Muj’s marriage completly. I loved being a part of it rather than being a mere spectator.

Muj is my nephew but in reality he has been like a buddy to me. I have never let these boys address me as a phuphi (aunt) and I have always kept the channel of communication open between us.  The first time I saw Muj was in 1987, he must have been 6, maybe 7. He was the quite one between Zao and him. But he held a special place in my heart which only grew stronger when we used to spend time, playing hide n seek or other such games in 7Bunglows. During my intial stay in Dubai, these two were the best part of staying in Dubai. It was fun playing in the evenings or biking with them and oh those “story telling” nights !! Gosh how zao always pestered me for one more story…. to think of it, that those little guys are old enough to get married and now have their own kids. How time flies. Time is merciless yet time is the best healer.

Coming back from my flash back, the mehendi at the girls house in Bandra was followed by mehendi at our end in Mira Road the next day.  It was a gala affair with lots of fun, food, photographs and of course dj music.

The Nikkah was in Bandra and I felt elated being in a Barat full of dhols and dancing youngsters. It was a different feeling of joy and excietment.  Nikkah was pronounced by my best friend’s Dad, who met me for the first time. I had prayed for Izzat in this marriage and Allah swt has blessed it in abundance. Alhamduallah. Dinner was lovely too and I had my fill of gol gappas and chaat …

It was lovely meeting a host of old friends, relatives, neighbours and at the same time, making new friendships.

Muj’s hotel room decoration was shared by me and a cousin sister. It was fun and really had a blast doing the novetal room.  

Walima, which is the dinner hosted by the boys end, to announce his marriage was on 7th December.

The groom looks at the bride for the first time after the nikkah ceremony.

A whole lot of Bari's here.

happiness does not get better than this.... sam and I.

11 years of bliss and joy. Sam and I

Holidays in Kochin. Gods own country.

Phew ! Okay so we’re back. This year, the winter holidays are divided into 3 chunks, the first lag of the trip was kept for Kochin.  We stayed in humid Kochin for just two days and all the while I felt how Nano would have reacted had she known I was visiting her Cochin ! We loved Kochin. It was too short to be able to see all of the city but we did manage to see Fort Kochi, the chinese fishing net, the jewish church, vascodegama house and some more gorgeous places. Loved the feel of the old city. It felt so real and almost took me to how it must’ave been in the olden days  much before the gulf money started pouring in.

One thing I really enjoyed was being able to converse in the little tattered Malayalam that I knew.  I was surprised that people actually understood me inspite of my ridiculous grammer !! But Kaam chal gaya so thats what matters.

Sam had organized this super fantastic stay at Club Mahindra Lake Resort at Munnar. It was nearly 140 km away from Kochin.  A mountainous area close to the Border of Tamil Nadu, which is mainly for cultivation of tea.  The room itself was super gorgeous. We stayed in a superior cottage/Suite. It was completly self sufficient with a small kitchenete with all utencils, crockery, a fridge, and electric kettle, with a small dining table, the bathroom ran hot water, the television also played cartoons, the suite was one bedroom with a large lounge room and a spacious balcony that opened to the awesome views of the lake !! Was it a dream … oh no, I checked several times, to confirm that I WAS in reality. Most importantly the suite was  clean and smelled fresh. The service was excellent and all the staff were gladly helpful.

The tea gardens were breath taking ! It was so serene and heavenly. A complete change and absolutely something we desperately needed. Day temperature was moderate while the evening got really chilly. We dinned mostly at the Tea Room, which served fabulous buffet. In the short time, that we stayed there, nearly all the hosts and waiters took to the kids so quickly. The boys never tired playing on the giant chess board or the beautiful Tree house.  Its the kind of place where you can unwind, do some meaningful soul searching and just let time slide by …  Dont hurry this place, let it take its course. There is freshness in the air, there is beauty all around. There’s a reason why Kerela is known as God’s own country and I could see the reason why. They are blessed with the best landscapes, climate and soil. Anything grows here, anyone can find happiness in the little spaces and want to stay here forever. 

The last day, I spent just relaxing all day, while packing all evening. Sam took one of the famous ayurvedic Kerela massages. His eyes were red hot when he returned and surprisingly, he said, he thought it had slightly improved his eyesight !!!

Every angle of the hills gave us something so special to remember. The waterfalls, fresh water springs, the spice garden …. it was such a joy being there and somehow, it felt so sad having to bid farewell to such a lovely place.

Not being able to meet my closest friend was a real regret but I made up for it by talking to her on phone for nearly an hour. It really felt like we were little girls again and had tons of things to discuss and share. She was one of the best part of my childhood in Kuwait and how I missed not being able to meet her !!

Lifes like that.