Zain's View

Today is a Monday and as always the most boring day of the entire week. And the usual rush trying to reach before Asife Sir does his usual thing. Closing of doors... For us, its very similar to heaven's door being slammed shut( just for attendance sake). The only thing of change is the shocked faces of friends and all those crazy congrats hugs. There was the shocked faces, there was the 'I expected this' faces and there was this 'are you kidding me' faces. It was fun looking at all those faces. Perks of getting married. I am sure Niranjan and Baiju were about to throw their bags on me, when they thought I was kidding. I had to call up Drishya to stand as a witness. The only thing that calmed them was the promise of an assal adipoli biriyani. And then there was Naveena, she literally screamed (but then, yeah, she is Naveena). Another irritating part about getting married is everything is associated with marriage. It is awesome when your dad brings home different

Let me clarify - As one of my friends said, waiting for the next next next step, this is not the story of that step, coz that hasn't happened yet. Then why I am I doing this now ??? I have no clue. Does every girl go crazy before the marriage? Do they fret on every single aspect of every single happening ? Well, if the answer is no, then something is really wrong with me.  Right now at this moment, when I am writing this I am worried about my wedding dress. Should I wear an Arabic Lacha or a gown. I went to 4 shops today. Thinking back, I don't know what I was searching for exactly. From a salesgirl viewpoint, we looked liked  3 anada prethangal roaming around several boutiques. I can't blame them, Choosing the wedding dress and several other of them is such a big event over here. Usually, it happens this way, a bunch of relatives and family crowd around a girl who is trying on several dresses. And then there was US, we looked like people who had landed from 5 cent

I don't know why I am doing this now, writing all this up on a blog. Maybe the old mischievous me is back and up to something. I am not a centralized and organized blogger. my scribbling are mashed up in notebooks, on my facebook wall and this. So, now like the soap operas my story takes a leap of 10 days and we are on that 10th day. Also, today is a working day and I have got college to attend and today is also the day the groom comes. Ummi is leaving the next day and the he just landed the day before, so it had to be crammed in this one day. Like any other day I went to college, but at 12 my bro calls and tells me that they reached Trissur and that I have to reach fast. So I bunk the 4th hour and go home.(Well, I am sure since it was environmental law somebody would have called proxy for me) And the task of dressing up begins. Now flashback, through those 10 days what I was feeling was real creepy. My friends say I was excited. My family says I was all freaked out. Me -- I s

So the next step was the penukanal wherein the prospective family would meet the girl. The entire week my mind was full of doubts and questions. I never had a liking towards anything related to marriage except for kids and a fun day called wedding. Let me be truthful, I didn't except anything from the ritual. My main concern was not if they liked me(I knew they wouldn't). I was worried that they would come and meet me and then say I am too fat and then they would leave. And what would unfold would be hell of a torture. Everything I eat would be scanned and I would be screamed at to reduce my weight and all that comes along with it. Its not like I am new to this torture, but I didn't want the intensity to increase. If that happened, I am sure my family would have actually gone to the extent thinking of inventing a machine to read my mind as to what food I am thinking of.  I kinda knew this was gonna happen. But Rukku was all excited. I think she was the one more confident

So all this started when... okay the truth is that I have no idea when all this started, anyway the beginning is a spark of an idea in Rukku's mind. And I have no clue how things churned to this on that side. For me it started when I got a call from her after all these months. She asked for my full photo. Since the term full photo is totally associated with a marriage proposal, I didn't think twice to reject the same. But somehow she managed to get hold of it. As many other events of any other day, I forgot about it when the sun rose up high the next day. Apparently a lot of things were happening on the other side.  I got shock when my father came down to India and while having breakfast revealed the real intention of his visit. After the initial shock I laughed, I thought he was kidding. He said the proposal was really ON. And their people wanted to meet me. And my mom would be coming down soon. I sat there processing the whole thing inside my head. I don't remember m