I got married! Yes, I did! Well from my previously writing you all must have understood that I had issues finding the 'right' guy but as destiny dictates, it happened!
Now that I am married, the most wonderful memory I have is of my last Diwali. Being a South Indian and raised as an NRI, my husband shows no understanding of the Diwali festival. Though he understands the historical significance of the mighty festival of light, yet the deep rooted love for the grand festival which is wide awake in Indians who have lived a short or a long while in India escapes him. Down south of the country, the festival is celebrated in an entirely different way and method hence to speak the grandeur is not clear to many as it is to the Northies or Central Indians. This factor is one of the greatest additions of living in a country like India where it is popularly said that language and water changes after every seven miles.
Coming back to my experience and memory attached to a picture, which is the topic for writing this WOW, I would like to say that this Diwali was one of the best indeed, even without the crackers or without the huge light hanging over the balcony!
As I stood in my dark, gloomy balcony (was comparing it with the neighbourhood which was exceptionally lit up and was shedding more than an ounce of the fairy light pleasure as witnessed back in my childhood days) I was pretending to talk to myself with the internal motif to make my husband hear how desolate and depressed I felt about the dull Diwali we were having.
I even went to the extent of mimicking him when he mentioned that next Diwali will be different (poor thing was trying really hard to calm my newly wed spirit). Then like raging fire, as if like a hero who's sister has been raped and he is buring with revenge and marches towards the vicious villian's den, he got up and came close to me. I was so sure that this Diwali will surely have some crackers falling here and there, but he came and stood close for me to see him clear and polite face. He took my hands in his and gently said, "Let's go out!" Though it was not enticing to go out at the moment, I oblidged (still afraid of the raging fire which was not to be seen- thought it was the calm before the thunderbolt and lightening!). He locked the door, and signalled me to walk. I pensively waited for the lift to reach my 2nd floor apartment and quitely went down still holding his hand.
We reached the car park, he opened the door and asked me to sit. He got in as well and started driving. We reached a mall and he quickly parked the car and again we took the lift to a floor I had never been to before. What I saw there made me instantaneously all smiles... It might sound a bit odd and funny and inappropriate for this Diwali write-up, but the floor was filled with wigs- yes, you heard me right! Hair-wigs. Well, it's not the case that I have no hair but I always had a facination for different kinds of hair-wigs. Kill me if you think am being an idiot but I always wanted to change my hairdo everyday to work or even when I was in college.
I had the most fun during the hour that we spent there, in the wig section. He clicked my pics in all kinds of wigs secretly avoiding the vigil eyes of the customer service representatives and it almost felt like reliving your childhood where you do some mischief after so much planning and preparation only to be caught by parents at the end!
Loved this Diwali, laughed out loud for the rest of the evening and really got to know my guy even more.... in a very different way though!
This post is a part of <a title="WOW" href="http://blog.blogadda.com/2012/09/28/write-over-the-weekend-wow-indian-blogs">Write Over the Weekend</a>, an initiative for <a title="Indian Bloggers" href="http://www.blogadda.com">Indian Bloggers</a> by BlogAdda
Now that I am married, the most wonderful memory I have is of my last Diwali. Being a South Indian and raised as an NRI, my husband shows no understanding of the Diwali festival. Though he understands the historical significance of the mighty festival of light, yet the deep rooted love for the grand festival which is wide awake in Indians who have lived a short or a long while in India escapes him. Down south of the country, the festival is celebrated in an entirely different way and method hence to speak the grandeur is not clear to many as it is to the Northies or Central Indians. This factor is one of the greatest additions of living in a country like India where it is popularly said that language and water changes after every seven miles.
Coming back to my experience and memory attached to a picture, which is the topic for writing this WOW, I would like to say that this Diwali was one of the best indeed, even without the crackers or without the huge light hanging over the balcony!
As I stood in my dark, gloomy balcony (was comparing it with the neighbourhood which was exceptionally lit up and was shedding more than an ounce of the fairy light pleasure as witnessed back in my childhood days) I was pretending to talk to myself with the internal motif to make my husband hear how desolate and depressed I felt about the dull Diwali we were having.
I even went to the extent of mimicking him when he mentioned that next Diwali will be different (poor thing was trying really hard to calm my newly wed spirit). Then like raging fire, as if like a hero who's sister has been raped and he is buring with revenge and marches towards the vicious villian's den, he got up and came close to me. I was so sure that this Diwali will surely have some crackers falling here and there, but he came and stood close for me to see him clear and polite face. He took my hands in his and gently said, "Let's go out!" Though it was not enticing to go out at the moment, I oblidged (still afraid of the raging fire which was not to be seen- thought it was the calm before the thunderbolt and lightening!). He locked the door, and signalled me to walk. I pensively waited for the lift to reach my 2nd floor apartment and quitely went down still holding his hand.
We reached the car park, he opened the door and asked me to sit. He got in as well and started driving. We reached a mall and he quickly parked the car and again we took the lift to a floor I had never been to before. What I saw there made me instantaneously all smiles... It might sound a bit odd and funny and inappropriate for this Diwali write-up, but the floor was filled with wigs- yes, you heard me right! Hair-wigs. Well, it's not the case that I have no hair but I always had a facination for different kinds of hair-wigs. Kill me if you think am being an idiot but I always wanted to change my hairdo everyday to work or even when I was in college.
I had the most fun during the hour that we spent there, in the wig section. He clicked my pics in all kinds of wigs secretly avoiding the vigil eyes of the customer service representatives and it almost felt like reliving your childhood where you do some mischief after so much planning and preparation only to be caught by parents at the end!
Loved this Diwali, laughed out loud for the rest of the evening and really got to know my guy even more.... in a very different way though!
