Got this notification today. 4 years already? Wonder how the time just flies by. And just in time for Thanksgiving weekend 😉
I take this opportunity to thank each and everyone who have been with me on this wonderful journey, who have inspired me, who have taught me, who have supported and encouraged me and who have visited my site and left a mark in the way of comments/likes/visits. Like any journey, I have made friends here, missed people when they left the blogosphere, shared quips and jokes and what not 🙂 I am glad to be here at this moment and hope to be here for some more time.
Thank you! You are all a Star! Happy Blogging!
Got to let you know how I feel
Hold my hands and walk with me
Not too close that we step on each other
Not too far to look like we are moving away from one another
Not too fast to drag me with you
Not too slow to make me drag you
With enough space to let us breathe
And enjoy the ‘us’ with considerable ease
I don’t know what the heck that is. Is it poetry? or is it prose? I don’t care. It is just an expression.
Yesterday was a pretty interesting day and the above text (let us make it generic) was the outcome of some serious discussions that happened during the lunch with my close friends, where I was telling them how I feel a relationship should be (a marital relationship I mean). What do you think?
Me and my husband got married recently through a civil ceremony. Or in other words, we got our marriage registered in front of a marriage registrar with only the witnesses and the very important and close family members with us on that day, just how we wanted it to be. The process was a little tedious given that he doesn’t live in India and isn’t an Indian. I will explain you the drama that happened around that sometime later. But there was one very funny part in that whole process which I still cant help but laugh out loud whenever I think of it.
The day of our registration, we were almost done with all the formalities and stuff. We were waiting for the registrar to sign our marriage certificate and that’s that. But then the guy who was getting our signatures suddenly said to us and to the people around us that we need to take our vows. We were all like, what vows? We didn’t know anything about that? (Sidenote: in Hindu culture we have only Saptapadi as part of the wedding rituals) What are even gonna say. Everything was going on so smoothly…Now what!? But then this guy gives us a form and says to my husband… read your vows…He started reading it,obviously not out loud. So this guy says…Sir, you have to read it out loud…that is your vow. We both look at each other and try so hard not to laugh. And he turns to my aunt and says, you can record these if you want. We were like…no, please, don’t record this for god’s sake. Given no choice, we both read our vows out loud…much to the amusement of every one of our family members gathered round. Wanna know what they were. Here are the vows:
1.I am at the present time a divorcee (since we both were).
2.I have completed <xyz> years of age.
3.I am not related to <each other’s name> within the degrees of prohibited relationship.
4.I am aware that, if any statement in this declaration is false, and if in making such statement, I either know or believe it to be false or do not believe it to true.I am liable to imprisonment and also to fine.
For some reason saying these out loud made it more funny than it is supposed to be. We could have just signed it and left it at that. No idea why he wanted us to read it out loud. And no idea why he called them as vows. They are clearly declaration that the bride and groom should sign as part of the process.
Once we were done, my aunt looked and said…is that it? Nothing more? I lost it there. I laughed at that. I bet no one has had to say such vows said during their wedding. Have you said anything funny or unique?
Have you had a furniture that is a hit with everyone else but you? I am not a big fan of my couch, which is a sofa cum bed actually, courtesy of my uncle who lent it to me when I moved into my home long time ago. It has helped me since but this is where I have broken two of my toes. Not the couch’s fault of course . But still . You see why I am not overtly attached to it. It does help me when people are staying at my place. It quite big and can be used as a double bed easily.
For people who visit my place, especially friends, it is the sleep couch. I have no idea why. But that is how it is. My friend who used to stay around 2 mins from my place (who has since then moved to US) used to come around whenever she was bored and pretend to be talking to me, but would be actually getting comfortable with the couch and within seconds I can hear her soft snore. That happened not just once or twice…all the time she visited. I then accepted the fact that she came to my house only to sleep on my couch. The couch was big enough to actually give her more space and some for her to roll around too. No wonder she loved that more than talking to me 😉
I thought that she was the only one who was affected. But nope. Every other friend of mine (you know who you are 😉 ) even though they come to my place, all alert and awake, for some reason start to feel sleepy as soon as they are on this couch sitting for a few minutes. And my friends use to call dibs on this sofa if more than one of them who loved it visited me. 🙄 My husband loves this couch. This is his place where he pretends he is reading his book, but is comfortably snoozing with his book open and in sitting position. And after a while he stops giving a damn about me ribbing him and just lies down and sleeps so peacefully.
Recently my maids grandson started to love this couch. Whenever he would visit, he would stack the cushions and start rolling on top of them and just lie there on the couch and look at the ceiling when his mom or grandma would clean the house. And then he would refuse to go home too. He just wants to be there lying on that sofa. I do use it to sleep but not very often. I am not used to sleeping in the afternoon unless and otherwise I am sick or too tired to do any work. Even then I prefer my bed. Probably because I don’t fit in completely. I would have to keep my leg on the arm rest if I do lie down. So it is not that comfortable for me. But I always find it amusing that everyone else does. I am sure when I give it away (since it isn’t mine to keep anyway) lot of people will be sad to see it go 😉
“We are torn between a nostalgia for the familiar and an urge for the foreign and strange.”
Photograph of a beach side restaurant in Goa. Recently my friend sent us a collage of the photographs of our Goa trip. It was exactly two years ago. If I am not wrong, it was either this date today or Oct 1 2013 when I got my ankle fractured during our Goa trip 😉 Fun times.