• The old fashioned  Indian wedding

    I remember the days when wedding season was summer – the hotter the better as every Hindu wanted to get married on that specially auspicious day – Akshay Tritiya or the Eternal Night of Endless Happiness. It is said that anything started on that day was destined to last forever and ever and be successful at that. Hence it was a day chosen specifically to  begin a new venture or a business partnership, weddings included. So the Indian Wedding normally meant a hot day in summer when the mangoes were at their peak and sweat poured down your back in rivulets. 

    Typically weddings started in the middle of the morning and got over just when your eyes couldn’t stay open any more. Then after a quick break the party continued into the sultry evening with what was known as the “Reception” where the bridal couple stood on a stage  flanked by beaming parents and waited to shake hands of lines of people who exchanged a gift of cash for a bottle of Coke or a cup of ice cream . At least that was all I remember being served at the weddings I attended as a child, where the highlight of the evening was the ignominy of having the youngest cousin retch violently in one quiet corner, after winning the bet of  guzzling the maximum Cokes and  hurriedly guzzling  gallons of ice creams before it melted down our chins and dripped onto our clothes.

    From mangoes to gajjar halwa

    Gradually when the joint family started dis-jointing and  people started valuing their holidays more than their families, preferring to take 6 weeks off at an exotic location rather  than mingle with cousins in the family homestead, wedding season shifted to the winter – especially when half the guests/family were Non-Resident and visited their hot and humid motherland while the rest of their  adopted countrymen froze in sub-zero temperatures overseas.  With December then becoming THE MONTH OF WEDDINGS, weddings changed from mangoes and ice cream to gajjar halwa and Bollywood. But with garishness becoming the norm, and Over the Top a changing paradigm,  it has become impossible to find a suitable venue in December. It has become equally impossible to find a wedding co-ordinator, a caterer, a valet service, a dance choreographer, a make up artist, and even  a florist to organise your wedding in December. Moreover by the end of December, the guests themselves are Weddinged Out after having spent the major part of the month in a traffic jam, dressed to the nines to  attend a wedding that got them tired even before they reached the venue, weddings are being shifted to late January – early February

    A late Winter wedding or an Early Spring wedding

    The advantage of a wedding at this time of the year is that the Northern parts of India which has December temperatures that freeze your brains if they don’t actually kill you, warm up a bit and in the Southern parts, temperatures still have a while to go before they    begin to sizzle. Besides with a gap of about 2-3 weeks, most guests are looking forward to another round of weddings and actually attend them with renewed enthusiasm. 

    Funding a Wedding

    Apart from the change of seasons, wedding funding too has undergone a sea change. 

    Today I attended yet another Gujarati wedding where  the couple had arranged their own match. I digress a bit, but last year while waiting for Anna Shetty to register her marriage at the Municipal Office, I actually saw a young girl answer the question : What kind of marriage as ” Love Marriage” rather than indicate the rites  under which the marriage was solemnised.

    It’s strange but the term “love marriage” very rarely promotes love between anyone other than the besotted couple.Both the weddings I had attended recently faced vehement parental opposition . In last week’s wedding  the girl’s side  were against the marriage because even though the boy was acceptable, his parents were not ,while in today’s wedding the boy’s family were just not comfortable welcoming a girl from the chawls into their normal,upper middle class family.

    The fall out of  parental opposition is the unilateral funding of the wedding celebration which is traditionally borne by the girl’s family –  expenses which comprise providing transportation and accommodation to the groom’s party, hosting the entire wedding and sometimes even funding the honeymoon! So when the girl’s family went to town last week with their daughter’s wedding it wasn’t surprising especially since they were the richer family and definitely one of Mumbai‘s super rich. But while the parents washed their son-in-law’s feet with milk and honey, tongues in the audience were already wagging whether the boy would hitch his star to his father-in-law’s and become what is derogatorily known as the “house husband” or if the young bride would share kitchen duties with her mother-in-law in their  modest two bedroom home. 

    At today’s wedding, the groom’s mother watched the proceedings with admirable stoicism while the bride’s parents went through the function which was funded entirely by the groom’s side!!! 

    (It was the groom’s sister who told her mother that as long as the girl was from a lower strata it won’t cause problems as her brother need never visit her parents’ home – the problem she says arises when the girl has to come down from her ivory tower princess-like existence and live with her in-laws in the village!)

    With so little love between families why go through the farce of a traditional wedding at all? If you care so little for your parents’ approval, love or blessings why go through the sham of a traditional wedding with one side reluctantly funding it all? 

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  • yoga

    I have been doing Yoga ever since I was 17 years old. Of course in those days it was not cool to do Yoga especially as a teenager for only hippies and old ladies did it. But I did Yoga in my mother’s hope that I would grow tall. My mother is one of those optimists who believes that mango trees can yield coconuts if you believe hard enough. Unfortunately, I didn’t grow tall but actually embarked on a life long weight gaining program having set in motion  the pattern of Start & Stop exercising which yields momentary weight loss and permanent weight gain thanks to its sporadic occurrence.

    The past few years though, I’ve been pretty consistent with the the Yoga  at Home Villa and then with Sri across the road. The effects of Yoga at Home Villa were visible in my slim waist but I had to abandon this class for sheer logisitical reasons (it took 10 minutes to get down by lift, fifteen minutes to walk there, add to that arriving ten minutes before class to get a firm bolster and mat, plus half an hour before and after class getting things organised).

    So when Kay put in a word for me at Sri’s class I was thrilled to find a place closer to home. It also helped that the pace of Yoga was slower and gentler – how slow and gentle I found out only yesterday when Kay talked me into going to a free Yoga Vinyasa class.

    Kay is one of those Yogaholics who even dreams about the asanas and has the enviable body of  a teenager despite being a golden oldie. Unlike us who moan and groan through five Suryanamaskars, she does them effortlessly and as for body twisters like Marichasana – her bones just seem to melt! So in the hope of getting even half way there, I thought it would be worthwhile going for the Vinyasa class especially when it was for free.

    At 10.30, Kay picked me up and we went on to Churchgate to attend the session at Well N Trim Class which we had to access from the side entrance. After filling a form we went inside the studio which had mats laid out in readiness for the class. An instructor who reminded me of the PTIs who used to hang out at the Naval Pool, first made us ” Stand on mat” just as we got comfortable after the initial chanting of OM,  and unexpectedly barked out ” Run three times” , a command which suddenly had us stomping clockwise round the room. Just when we thought it was over he made us run three more rounds the other way. Before we could even stop the wobble in the knees, he told us to do a Suryanamaskar to a count which was double of what I was used to……….and the one became two and ended up as twenty!

    With an accent that was distinctly rustic it was hard to follow his directions as he didn’t name any asanas but just made us go into them with breathe, stres hand over head, on toes, knees ninety degrees and other such confusing directions. Surprisingly, the only thing he said correctly was ‘ Put your hand near your butt!” Before the half hour was over, I was seriously dripping sweat and panting so hard that I just gave up before my heart did. I was amazed to see the other ladies plodding on even though one of them felt “nauseatic”.

    I waited outside getting my breath back when the others came out for a toilet break. I was told that the next half was more relaxing with flowing movements so I joined back only to find that the movements did flow albeit at a faster pace than what I was expecting. By this time I didn’t care anymore about my performance which was flagging when chance glance at the mirrored wall showed me what a saggy bag I really was.

    Though Kay coped with the class, we both vowed that this Vinyasa class was not for us and thanked God for Sri and her old fashioned Yoga class!!!

    Photo credit :  GO INTERACTIVE WELLNESS

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  • What’s that?

    Yesterday I got a phone call from an excited Pia who told me that Dee and I had “killed” the dance. She was of course referring to the dance that we are doing at her daughter’s wedding next month. For a moment I was disturbed but when she told me that “killed” in this generations’ lingo meant ” nailed” in our parlance, I was reassured. Many of my friends have started picking up slang from their children , making it difficult for oldies like us with no kids at home to understand what they are saying.

    And with SMSs taking over from regular phone calls, it is even harder to understand their acronyms……. Just when I was thinking that we need to devise our own code,I get this email from another friend which led me to think that we DO have our own language updated for today’s text messages. 

    Providence or coincidence ? 

    Please memorize before texting. 
                                 
    Young people have theirs, now Seniors have their own texting codes:
    * ATD- At the Doctor’s
    * BFF – Best Friends Funeral
    * BTW- Bring the Wheelchair
    * BYOT – Bring Your Own Teeth
    * CBM- Covered by Medicare
    * CUATSC- See You at the Senior Centre
    * DWI- Driving While Incontinent
    * FWIW – Forgot Where I Was
    * GGPBL- Gotta Go, Pacemaker Battery Low
    * GHA – Got Heartburn Again
    * HGBM – Had Good Bowel Movement
    * LMDO- Laughing My Dentures Out
    * LOL- Living on Lipitor
    * OMSG – Oh My! Sorry, Gas
    * TOT- Texting on Toilet
    * WAITT – Who Am I Talking To?
    Hope these help. GGLKI (Gotta Go, Laxative Kicking in!)


    On another note, very often SMSs don’t work for seniors – 
    • By the time you get to the phone, it stops ringing
    • You need your spectacles handy to read
    • You need to press the right key to reply
    • You need to identify the person who sent it to you!

    Hope you have a good week!

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