This blog makes me sick. Literally. See, being a naturally good listener and having been naturally blessed with an enormous mouth, I have always had problem with that category of information we call "secret". And the trouble with this blog is that it is a perfect platform to rat on every poor family member who cannot keep a secret but expects me to keep it.
Really! I do sometimes question the family system.
Anyhue, there are swirls of gossip happening all around and I am perpetually bent over clutching my stomach and popping Pudin Hara like they were THOSE pills because I MUST KEEP THESE SECRETS and I do want to blurt them all out here! Oh the agony!
But I am comforted by the belief that the secrets will reveal themselves, as they always do when they are secrets of Punjabis. In fact, had Dan Brown chosen to set his Da vinci Code among us folks, it would have been quite an epic fail. Can you imagine a secret preserved over hundreds of years here, in a Punjabi community? Hilarious, the notion!
So back to what we were discussing earlier. There are many plans happening but I cannot talk about these either because they would spoil the celebrations and will leave me with nothing to write about, when the actual wedding happens.
For the sake of posting something I will tell you of three shiny new developments.
The first, is an almost-new, second-hand refrigerator that Chachi procured from one of Buaji's tenants who recently moved out of the latter's house. As the guests start arriving, it will be useful. For now, Chacha is on cloud 9 because he has his own dairy-storage refrigerator and in his own room too! What joy!
We also have a sweet 21-year old girl who helps with the household chores and stays at home all day and she is shiny new development #2. Sonu has already found a way to wrap Seema Didi around her little finger. "Seema Didi, आप कितनी अच्छी चाय बनाते हैं. मैंने मम्मी को कल बताया था. बोहोत ही अच्छी. अपनी हाथ की चाय पीने का मन ही नहीं करता." And lo behold! There is a steaming cup of चाय for Sonu delivered in bed. Crafty little lass! But otherwise, Seema seems well-entertained with our antics and is most eager to meet the entire madhouse that is our family when they arrive for the wedding. Call it a premonition but something tells me she won't be so happy when they are here and somebody or the other is demanding चाय every fifteen minutes. See Sonu's habit is nothing that does not run like a disease in the family.
Development #3! Shiny clothes, new clothes, पटियाला सलवार in beautiful prints and mesmerizing कुर्ती to go with it, sarees to be dyed and glamorized with glittering गोटा borders, visits and some more to the tailor's and continuous chit chat over the phone between our bride and her mother about this blouse and that design, this कुर्ती and that dupatta is all very festive!
The reason I mentioned these three seemingly small developments here is because they have, in a strange way made me realize that the wedding is here and I will have another sister married, soon. It is a warm, fuzzy and freakishly scary feeling all at the same time that automatically brings a smile to the face and a glint to the eye. Not the teary kind of glint, though not for lack of trying. After all, I will be expected to cry at the बिदाई and I have no idea how I am going to do that. Having already pulled the "turn away so that everybody thinks you are crying but are too proud to show your tears" trick at Radha's बिदाई, I am quite in the proverbial soup. I could do the same again except that with four more wretched siblings in tow looking to getting hitched, somebody's bound to notice the absence of tears in my arid eyes sooner or later.
Suggestions on this front are welcome. And no, thinking about Himesh Reshamiya movies does not work. :/
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good read but people stories are more interesting than object stories. chacha over fridges anyday.
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