It’s Raining Men

Indeed the weeding season is catching up . . . . people are getting married, people are attending marriages, people are contemplating marriages and people are planning their own, friends', relatives' weddings and everybody is talking about it.
(including abhi and eM, and I haven't yet read through my entire feed list)

This weekend I too flew to Delhi, for a quick catch up on all the hungama, as my best friend got engaged to the love of her life, and is all set to tie the knot soon, and settle down in happy matrimony!
Sounds quite rosy, but when I went around checking her to-do and shopping lists I wasn't thinking like this at all. In fact all the first two days I wondering why the hell is she investing so much of time and effort on planning and coordinating and detailing an engagement ceremony, why is she running behind the event managers, the florists, the caterers, and just about anybody she could find and give instructions and more instructions.
(Btw, this bride in question, is super creative and has done so many of her friends' and cousins' weddings before that she is an expected at planning and organizing and was expectedly overflowing with ideas for her own).

I, meanwhile, was wondering all the while - is one person really worth all that much anxiety and chaos, care and affection. Is marriage ever "happily ever after", will they not fight or disappoint each other any more, wil these little devils suddenly transform into angels of love and peace?
All these question were swirling in my head when she was yelling for a driver, fussing for the dress, waiting for the makeup, fidgeting in the traffic, lost at the venue, smiling at the guests . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . till her fiancé walked in and took her hand, walked her up the stage – in the sparkling aqua theme of the day - and they smiled, at each other and the cameras hereafter . . . .

And then time stopped . . . . or mayb didn't matter any longer. Nothing mattered, and I realized why all this is so worth the while.

I ve known Shikha long enough and well enough to know that it was a very happy and very special moment in her life. And it was very special for me too . . . .

And the wedding's soon too, so there is a lot more to do, lot more to see and hear and shut out . . . but I know I ll be more involved, more helpful (hopefully) and completely sold onto the idea, that with the right person and at the right time, a walk down the aisle or around the fire is just the thing for everybody, including me.

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And there's more, the flights and the rides have been nerve-wracking. Started with a reschedule, to I almost missing it, for nothing as interesting as a lover, nor anything as boring as traffic jam, but that's again a little personal detail, but whatever the cause, the 45 mins to airport were super-edgy, and the ride back to office after I landed in Bangalore was equally adventurous and irritating.

Critical questions - flights full of chatty ppl and noisy kids - is there a way to know that before hand and find a way out? Or can Bangalore find a way sustain little rain showers?
And how do you keep your eyes open at work on a monday after such an exciting weekend, when all I want to do is dream my dream-theme.

Alas, life is not always a joy ride, not till u r up at the alter - its only those few flickering moments. Not much before (and I had a peep into that), nor is there a promise of much after.

Yet, a few powerful moments that change the course of life, forever . . . .