Lost and found

My legs, my feet, all hurt so bad that I cant taken even a step without a wince. Sis' engagement went on brilliantly yesterday, though we lost and found some two lakh worth jewellery amidst tears and prayers, fought with the hotel management over arrangements and nearly choked the bride and groom (hence) with smoke and sandalwood.

We questioned all our faith in God when we lost all the jewelery that sis had carefully colour coordinated, learnt to wear a brave face and get going with the rituals, found out the strength that an extended family alone can instill at times of crisis and deposed our faith back in God when we found the jewel box intact but misplaced.

We all wore colour-coordinated clothes and I got a grand aunt got very emotional because my tissue sari happens to be an exact replica of her muhurtam sari. And here, I was thinking that I bought something offbeat! I think Jeej sneaked some of our plans to his folks, because they also came dressed in a colour theme and many of the men wore kurtas made of some paper-like material. How they rustled as they carried the "seeru" and what fun we would have had if it had rained.... hee, hee!

All those picking up of relatives, styling garlands, decorating the house, packing, talking, managing the dining hall, playing sis' page girl made me feel like Maa Multi-taskeshwari. I liked my "moggus" in rice flour and rangolis with flowers because they turned out pretty well for a first time.

I slung a camera on my neck the entire time and clicked away to glory. And when the big fat Indian family sat to watch it on TV back home, we had a huge time making fun of each other. My photographic skills need some rehab, but I am all spurred to make that home video.

Oh God, Oh God, Oh God..... please let me be six again.

But seriously, I have to get used to being grown up now - every second person asking "when is yours?" certainly helped - because I saw that I am no longer what my younger cousins are now: playing in the lawns blissfully unaware of the chaos inside; sneaking into the dining hall for ice creams and gulab jamuns; or battling parental and "relative" pressure to choose offbeat courses.

Thank God, I have an elder sis, because when she does the growing up act, I have time to get ready. But do I want to be a bride?