"The sum which two married people owe to one another defies
calculation. It is an infinite debt,
which can only be discharged
through eternity."
~Johann Wolfgangvon Goethe
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Chapter3 ~the addition of the unknown element~
When Mala makes my appearence to the mandap I marched up to Dad standing with some of uncles and with some known faces...
How could my father gave his consent to some professor not knowing him..just meeting him today for some single minutes!!!
AND I'VE NOT MET HIM OR NOT EVEN SEEN HIM FOR FREAKING ONE TIME!!!
" Daddy, I don't wanna marry him..", I whine.
" Baby, he's a good guy!!"
" Gahh Daddy!! gimme a break...
I'm really not mentally prepared to marry someone right now..."
I told him adjusting the bridge of the glasses on my nose..
" But you've to prepare baby..either today or tomorrow...so do it today na.."
" Daddy please.." scaning the environment to find the curious ears and eyes enjoying the show I wish my 'pleasing' stops my father to move further and he would let me off from this!!
I really have no energy left to argue more with my parents and put up a show for everyone!!
" Look Anu he is a professor!!"
Ohh Daddy please stop...Everyone will make fun of our conversation..
This time excusing myself I drag ( not really ) my father to an emptier place of the mandap and ask him,
" So what??"
" He will lash your escaping from study and stop the falling of your grades and will also keep you happy as a husband..he promised."
wait, WHAT!!
" Ohh Dad! Please stop talking about my studies now!!
It's freaking disgusting and in this moment!! Really!!"
I roll my eyes.
But Daddy with more enthusiasm starts to praise about him in order to make me agree to marry him..
After some minutes of bickering Dad applies his last logic,
"Look at your mother Anu..she is gonna faint anytime out of her worry about your life. She has gotten a terible shock from Ankush's behaviour.
And now if you will reject Idhant she will be more upset.
For her sake marry Idhant na. And he is a gentleman. He will treat you right. "
So this freaking professor's name is Idhant! First time hearing!!
But ohh Dad why don't you all understand that a girl can survive without marriage!!
And now Ma's freaking out worries me too..
Looks like for my parents sake I've to marry the professor guy..
What can I do!
Nothing is important to me than the well being of my parents!
" Ok Daddy..stop advising! I will marry him.."
" That's my girl!" Daddy smiles, " You kept the honour of my consent.."
Daddy proceed to inform this big news to everyone and to ask to resume the left works..
And I'm realising very well I'm a freaking toy of my parents in a good way and in a bad way too...
Gahhh!!!
But hey I still didn't see the person who is gonna be my 'rescuer' !!
And everybody seems missed it also...
Look how they're cheering up and all forgetting completely the urge to meet up the bride and groom!
And here I can't find any new faces so it's not helping me to find him out...
But I'm a typical Indian girl right..
No matter how many times I talk back to the elders and blah blah blah but this time I'm feeling shy to ask anyone about meeting my groom...
And it is really uncomfortable to ask anyone to show him!!
And I mean come'n!!
It's their duty to meet us up when they've freaking arranged this marriage with a new groom...
How could a bride go and ask for her groom!!
It's pretty embarasing, for me atleast..
But I've to see him!!
The indifferent behaviour of my father, coisin and all in this matter irritates the hell out of me!
Nahh!!! Enough waiting!
I've to do it myself...but with a 'trick' obviously to retain my shyness....
" Errr...I've to marry whom?"
I ask politely...I mean so politely to my gathered relatives expecting some of them would point out the professor guy for me...
But no!!!!
Mala has to ruin this chance!!
" DAMN IT ANUDI!! YOUR PROFESSOR!! "
What does she think I'm dumb!!
Don't I know about whom this 'finding groom' thing is circled around and about whom my father just could not stop praising!!
Rubbish!!
I bring my mouth to her ear and 'not-in-a-whispering-tone' I hiss, "SHOW ME THE GUY!!
SHOW MEHH!!"
But in a casual tone Mala dismisses my very wish,
" Ohh...he has gone to dress up like a groom with Mitra uncle...
You'll meet him at shuvodrishti itself..."
I feel like hitting my head with a brick...
Now I'm gonna marry someone whom I've not met for freaking one time!!
Whoa whoa whoa!!
Such things still happen in 21'st century!!
It's quite unbelievable!!
I never knew my fate has been that merciless...
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" COMEEE!!! " Mala again starts to pull me by my hands...
" Now where??"
" Dressing room! duh! "
" I'm dressed!!"
" Yes!! you're..but your hair looks like crow's nest baby!!"
Making a face I stride towards destination...
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" OWw!!"
Guriadi applies the comb through my hair beside my right ear hitting the stick of my spec ( resting on my ear ) and hurting me as well...
" Get off from these God damn glasses!! " Mala scolds...
oops sorry...I forgot...
I remove my glasses hastily gesturing Guriadi to resume the combing...
" Are you sure you'll be able to see the face of your hubby properly in shuvodrishti without these glasses??"
Mala asks...
" Yeah I'll... He will be errr... clo-
I mean he'll not be that distant right??
And I've minus power so I'm able to see the near sight properly..touch wood.
And I'm able to see the far sight too almost clearly touch wood but the specs keeps my vision stronger!"
I reply.
" There are something called lenses you know!!"
A stupid aunt of mine who has entered in the room silently and was hearing our conversation I guess opens her big mouth...
Na na how could I know!!
I live in pre-historic age na!
I sigh not bearing her imparting-knowledge kinda attitude..
This comment was nothing..
But I know her...
She has a habit of making a fuss out of everything!!
" Lenses are not safe nowadays...
I've read in facebook about how a girl lost her sight after attending a bar-be-que . The heat of the bbq caused her lenses she was wearing to melt and she lost her sight..."
I explain sympathetically...
" God Anu!!
There is no bbq in your wedding!!"
My aunt tells adjusting her earrings...
" There will be fire!!
And if there will not I will still not wear them...never in my life..happy??"
Seriously why she has to come here!!
ohh to adjust her make-up!!
Rubbish!!
Then she has to keep her mouth shut na!!
But no!!
Everyone has to create a new trouble for me today!!
" Everytime you sound very careful Anu!!
But alas you always ended up being a mess despite of your carefullness...
today's tragedy is enough for us!!
I've not attended such chaotic ceremony in my life!!"
Wait WHAT??
I wish I could say
then what are you waiting for??
Just leave na!!
Sensing my silence she again starts to say something about how they're thankful to God for the Idhant guy...
Who kept the honour of my family and blah blah blahs but Mala cuts her off, " Alright..now please excuse us we've to do something in private.."
Shooting her a nasty look my aunt leaves slamming the door shut...
" Disgusting creature.."
I murmure...
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After doing my hair they bring me to the mandap again..
I enthusiastically sit on the piri covering my face with the pair of betel leaves for the shuvodrishti...
I'm gonna see the guy NOW!!!
Mitra uncle also joins my uncles and brothers to lift me up by holding the piri...
Ohh what a view!!
The man who was my would-be-father-in-law a few hours ago now helping my brothers to complete my 7 rounds of moving centering the groom...
After finishing of the 7th round they held me on air infront of the groom and tell me to reveal my face...
I'm feeling shy suddenly..
" Anudi remove the betel leaves..."
By
1degree...
2 degree...
10 degree ...
30 degree...
45 degree... I'm opening the two leaves uncovering my face..
61 degree...
73 degree...
80 degree...
90 DEGREE!!
The uncovering parts reach 90 degree separately exposing the sight infront of me...
and I gradually look up to him....
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¤¤ piri : wooden stool without legs...
¤¤ shuvo-drishti : first exchange of glances between bride & bridegroom... ( 'shuvo' means auspicious & ' drishti' means glance...)
in this occasion the bride is carried to the groom by her brothers ( like I explained in this chapter) the bride has to hide her face with the pair of betel leaves. After 7 round moves of the bride to a peripheral path around the groom, the bride is allowed to remove the betel leaves from her face still sitting on the piri holding by her brothers ( like the image in the media>> ) ...
She removes the leaves slowly and steals glances from the groom..and the groom is then also allowed to see her bride as well as steal glances from her when the leaves are being removed from her blushing face *woooooo....die*...
¤¤ mandap : the place where the wedding will take place..
¤¤ di : a suffix in Bengali to address the elder sister...
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**written on my phone**
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♥♥ this chapter is dedicated to @Latika02 for being a sincere reader of mine..
& she is the one whose comment triggers me to clear up the specs thing of Anu...♥♥
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