Idea!!!

You shall be Man and Wife

She was stunning in the white gown and the long trail, almost like an angel. She looked a little nervous, a little shy, a little excited. His presence by her side seemed to calm her down. The vow for better or for worse but the knowledge that it would be 'for the better' with him.

The quality that he liked most in her-maturity
The qualities that she liked most in him-caring and family oriented.

I had tears in my eyes as the MC announced this on behalf of the bride and the groom, and how they met as I had witnessed every step from day one. May they always remember what they first liked about each other!

J’s happily-ever-after has started. Wish her lots of love, happiness and may she also be blessed by Victoria’s secret! Amen.

M fell for her at first sight. He also dances well. Lucky bum!! The main highlight of the evening and the best one at that was when the couple danced in the centre of the circle formed by us. As the music ended, the groom lifted her in his arms and claimed her lips. I clapped and hooted to their first, I mean the first post-marital kiss :-) Ding Dong!! Are Baba Sing a song. Aaj ke Shaam, pyar ke naam !!

J looked as though she was humming a song in her heart,”My hubby strongest!!” for lifting her up so easily.

I danced like a true-blue Sai Baba devotee. Why Sai Baba? Because of my hair. My sister worships Him and with my hair all curly, I feel it is Prabhu’s calling. I may even join my sis for a Darshan at Puttaparthi, with due respect to all the religious phantoms, fanatics, Gods, God-like man or man-like Gods.

I haven’t attended many Christian weddings and I enjoyed it thoroughly. The blend between the Indian and the western culture made it more beautiful. J explained that the Konkani speaking Christians practice the tradition of tying the Mangalsutra along with the exchange of rings and vows. So, J too changed into a red saree in the later part of the evening, symbolizing the Indian bride.

The Manipuri wedding is totally different from other Indian weddings and is very beautiful. (Like a Bengali wedding is to a Bengali) I will share it with you all elaborately, each ritual, each step and their significance when I tie the knot. You just need to do a small thing and that is read my blog. Cheap publicity, so be it.

As the evening progressed and the music changed, I saw her dad cry. I joined him.

The Invitation

It doesn't interest me to know what you do for a living.
I want to know what you ache for,
and if you dare to dream your hearts longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are.
I want to know if you will risk being a fool for love,
for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon.
I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals
or if you have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain!
I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own; without moving to hide it or jade it or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own;
if you dance with wildness and let ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers
and toes without cautioning us to be careful be realistic, or to remember the limitation of being human.

It doesn't interest me to know if the story you're telling me is true.
I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself, if you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul.
I want to know if you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.
I want to know if you can see beauty even when it's not pretty every day, and if you can source your life from Gods presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine,
and still stand on the edge of a lake and shout to the silver moon, "YES!"

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have.
I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary to the bone, and do what needs to be done for the children.

It doesn't interest me to know who you are, how you came here.
I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied.
I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.
I want to know if you can be alone with yourself, and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

-- Oriah Mountain Dreamer