The first Ever...

People say life changes after wedding...I agree. They often say people change...that the man is not the same after he ties the knot and I agree totally. For my man is not the same either...I never heard him tell me how much he loved me in such delicate terms as he constantly does now...We hardly ever fight...and its all because he chooses not to get angry even when I can't avoid it! Men change after marriage for sure...and I can't even complain!

But what good is married life if the wife has no complaints? Imagine Ekta Kapoor dying of a heart attack...

We can't let that happen now can we? To be honest it is not possible for a woman to be content with her situation after marriage...she lives alone with her husband...she misses the care of in laws...she lives with in laws...she craves freedom...she has all the jewelery...she craves roses and dark chocolates...(and more jewelery).

I had my complaints too...and it was very soon after we came back home and settled comfortably to a routine of work and leisure. Every evening I saw my dear husband come back from work and comfortably lounge in front of the T.V! Imagine my agony! What was I expecting? I don't know but I saw reason...how very sad but I did. He, accustomed to living with men would hardly have any other source of entertainment or want of a conversation! Women can't live without talking...Men thrive in the circumstance!

We still manage to watch T.V without I getting all upset about it. I guess it does him well that I am not too fond of the idiot box. And I would like to pass on the wisdom that helped me from creating a mountain out of a molehill...It was what Prashant said and continues to say whenever I get all angry..."If you don't like a thing...be vocal about it and direct. For the other person might feel bad but if he is sane...would see your side and try to avoid repeating the instance.! Marriage is not about trying to please your spouse...its about understanding the other!"

THE WEDDING...31st Jan 2009

If a few months ago I thought getting married was fun...I was wrong. If a few months ago I thought weddings are beautiful...I was wrong. If a few months ago...That ain't important. I would try and narrate my wedding. Every woman, atleast once in her lifetime looks at a wedding, the flowers and the lights, the beautifully clad women and handsomely dressed men and the extensive festivities and wonder..."My wedding would be so very beautiful!" And then she gets married!!!

Please don't be alarmed...my wedding was equally beautiful and well lit and cheerful and everyhing...the only thing is...I never noticed any of it. And it is not because my heart was thudding wildly in my chest and my eyes were all dreamy about the man standing next to me...my soul mate soon going to be my husband! It was plain and simple stage fright!

The day started off with all the joys and then it was a long trip to the parlour...getting dressed for your wedding is a long job!!! The excitement was there. After all that evening I would finally be married to the man I had loved for six long years! My wait was over and my dreams would come true. At that moment I hardly cared that my dress and jwellery had easily topped 10 kilos...the moment was simple bliss. And then it was the moment I would be face to face with him...walking flanked by my sister and bhabhi and all the cousins and loved ones, I tried to focus but the embarrassment was acute. Well...you are lookig pretty but when you see it in your man's eyes...trust me you can't avoid blushing. And then I was near the stage and he came forward and held out his hand and wow it was just amazing. So romantic...so utterly beautiful...what was I to do but not feel the butterflies erupt in my stomach. And then I was on the stage and turned to look at the mass of people gathered...and there goes the wedding! My age long stage fright kicked me hard in my gut and every pleasure left my heart.

That's right...don't ask me anything else about the wedding! I mean just imagine people you have never set your eyes on are gawking at you, assessing you and commenting about you...the photographer is constantly clicking away the camera, not giving you any moment's worth of rest...the chattering and the endless list of relatives. All of a sudden you are a bhabhi, a chachi, a mami and god knows what all...and to think that everyone is expecting you would remember there face when yu can hardly see! And not to mention the agonizing pain in your cheeks beause you have been constantly smiling for hours now...the excruciating pain in your limbs that has finaly started to acknowledge the add on weight of your dress...Whoever said weddings are beautiful never got married!!!


Inspite of the terror ride...its strange how you think about the day and your heart fills with a mystical happiness...how you look back at all the weird and crazy happenings of the day...for instance the time the light bulb exploded and burnt a hole in my dress and set my groom on fire!!!...and can't help but smile. It's strange that you can not remember a time when you wanted to be somewhere else and yet fel your heart start to murmur a long lost hindi song all mush and everything...

It's strange that I believe that getting married is no fun...yet...I say it with a smile on my face and a sparkle in my eyes...

I am a strange person...am I not? I go on and announce that I am cming back to bloggerdom and bang do a vanishing act again. Honestly...I had gotten into these really bad lazy modes and even sitting in front of a computer was such a drag!!! I never realized getting married would bring out the worst in me. I would share this comment a friend once made...a very dear friend of mine told me, "Kanika, the day you fall in love you would not be able to write!" He believed that and today...after six years he thinks that he has proved his point. That friend is now my husband and what to say...I would not wish to believe that could happen to me. I can still write...but one thing I have to give to him...I don't know what to write about. The other day I was inspired about writing this blog about the Story After the Ever After! I mean...you know take up the challenge of taking up where most of the people love to leave their stories at...As to what happens to Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth once they move over to Pemberly....What happens to Raj and Simran after he pulls her on board that train? In short...What happens when two people totally in love with each other get married!!!!

I can write about that now....seeing that I belong to that category now...that's right...I would fashion myself a new blog...See you there!!!!