Thursday, May 22, 2008

King for 2 days... Part 1

Finally "Yours truly" has got a promotion of a lifetime... The status has changed from "Committed" to "Married" (yet to reflect on Orkut :-))
Bachelorhood is lost forever... marriage Ceremony...Final stage of the process that was going on for quite some time was completed on 20th April
It lasted for two days that is 19th and 20th... I was like a king for 2
days...
So many rituals, as I was going through them... I could not resist but
to try to guess what would have been the original ritual and the
meaning... what all was going on; everything looked so symbolic.

The very first ritual... that of sacrifice of a "Kohala" (winter melon,
white gourd or green pumpkin). Everything was looking normal during the
ritual and then all of a sudden when people said that it should be cut
into two in one shot only!!!!!!! Very close to animal sacrifice where
Hindu's believe that the animal should die at first stroke only!!

What is the exact purpose...
symbolic...historical....scientific...mythological...whatever...
for the"Muhurta Medhi"?
may be something like an anchor or something firm that

can provide stability to whole arrangement.... And the fact that the
"Muhurta medh" is removed at the end of the ceremony.
So many such questions... including about the use of the turmeric...

From a boy's family point of view the first day is more busy at home
than the next one when they go to the girl's house where the actual
marriage ritual takes place. As a rule I was not even supposed to go out
of the house on the first day...any anyway there was no time either...
so many rituals from morning till the evening and whenever there was any
free time then it was fully utilized by friends and relatives.

The first day ended at 2 00am next day when my father forced us to stop
the DJ and go to sleep...hardly 4-5 hrs of sleep and I was up at 6
oclock in the morning to get ready for the big day ahead.

Once again visits to a few gods... a few more "aarati's"... a few more
rituals.... and I was ready to leave

We left for the wedding location that is Mahim by 8 15 in the morning...
and reached there by 10 30.
We were a little late and as a result we had to run through the rituals
there since we had a time only upto 12 38 which was the "Muhurta".
So soon after we reached there me and Deepa were sitting on the stage
and the rituals began as per "Vaidic Methodology" .

There were a few arguments between the elders and the prist regarding
some rituals... or the way they were supposed to be performed. But
somehow we managed to complete all the rituals before the muhurta.

I was told that some people come under so much pressure at the "biggest turning point" in life that they even start trembling. but in my cased it was found to be quite opposite. I was in really happy mood and we even exchanged light comments with deepa's cousins.

at the time of exchanging "Haar" (or "Mala" ... i really don't know the exact english word), my cousins lifted me up to make it difficult for deepa... so her brothers also lifted her up and we exchanged "Haar" while we both were lifted up...

the moment it was over i could see a smile of relif on both parents face... and soon everyone from Deepa's side were in tears in wake of the reality that she was to leave her family to join mine...

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

My favorite song from Calvin and Hobbes...

The Yukon Song

My tiger friend has got the sled,
And I have packed a snack.
We're all set for the trip ahead.
We're never coming back!

We're abandoning this life we've led!
So long, Mom and Pop!
We're sick of doing what you've said,
And now it's going to stop!

We're going where it snows all year,
Where life can have real meaning.
A place where we wont have to hear,
"Your room could stand some cleaning."

The Yukon is the place for us!
That's where we want to live.
Up there we'll ge to yell and cuss
And act real primitive.

We'll never have to go to school,
Forced into submission,
By monst, crabby teachers who'll
Make us learn addition.

We'll never have to clean a plate,
Of veggie glops and goos.
Messily we'll masticate,
Using any fork we choose!

The timber wolves will be our friends.
Well stay up late and howl,
At the moon, till nightmare ends,
Before going on the prowl.

Oh, what a life! we cannot wait,
To be in that arctic land,
Where we'll be masters of our fate,
And lead a life that's grand!

No more of parental rules!
We're heading for some snow!
Good riddance to those grown-up-ghouls!
We're leaving! Yukon Ho!

Till now I was bored of typing it out but I found that someone has
already done it here <http://home3.inet.tele.dk/stadil/poemyuk.htm>
Thanks pal...... for the song...



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