For the past one month, we have been gripped by wedding fever, matching blouses, colour coding accessories, extra plastic covers and questions about 'What to wear when?' and whether one will be repeating the sari that was worn for the baby shower function of the sister-in-law's, sister-in-law's daughter!
We will start with the first day event. Mehendi!
Every one above 60 years: What's this 'mehendi' 'mehendi'? Call it 'mardani' in tamil.
Mehendi ceremony is not about beautiful designs, peacock patterns or the colour. It is about saving your hand and feet away from doddering 80 + grandmothers, near sighted aunties and hyperactive kids like raks.
And it's also a chance to practice one's hindi skills for which we took tuitions, some 20 years ago. So while the ladies tried to communicate with the marwadi mehendi designer, in chaste hindi, ('Ek Gaon mein ek kissan reheta tha' types) it was easy to stereotype people in the following slots. They belonged to following categories: Those who think, "I know hindi and whatever I speak will be 'hindi'", "I know hindi coz I watch big boss and other hindi serials', 'I don't know 'indi', I am a proud pandi'
While the only person who can actually claim to speak in hindi (mother of the bride) was away, the twenty-something marwadi boy had to endure comments like, 'Can you put padi or leaf kolam on my hand?'
After designing the mehendi for some twenty something, hands and feet he asked for the payment in tamil!
By the time, we settled his payment along with offers of filter coffee, sambar rice and tamarind rice (which he refused very politely), all the 60+ women were worried, whether he got offended by their comments about his mehendi streaked hair and random thoughts about how much he earned and the merits of traditional design and the new fangled design nonsense.