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 than anyone in my family. Maybe this was because she knew both the families.
And when the day actually came, everyone was very excited, worried, tensed and all that. The major effect was that there was a hell of cleaning at home. It was a utter waste to do that since there was the workers renovating the kitchen and there would be dust everywhere the moment. Well, still everybody did that. And it was as though everyone was dancing on the beats of some un played song. I kind of went along with it. There was excitement in the air. Even though I was skeptical about the entire thing, it was fun to watch my grandma bouncing around in the air, mom screaming at me to clean my round table (well, there is no aspect of property attached to it, its just that it was in the right center of the hall and kind of held every bit of my college stuff and gadgets like headphones). And then after my little lending of hand(well, don't think it was little, it was cleaning the entire living room and my huge round table), I was asked to go get dressed. Well, I took the complete advantage of that order and disappeared.
I had no idea it was the beginning of another huge task--- selecting the dress part. So I changed 6 or 7 times and paraded around the house, with everyone having an opinion in it. To tell you the truth, I didn't mind (this happens very rarely, coz I always reserve the right to comment on how I look to a very few people... again its not like I can stop others from commenting, even though I hate it, I just smile) . So after all the changing, nobody liked anything I wore. Each one of the clothes had its own issues. Calmly, very calmly (u know what I mean)(I wasn't irritated, just worried if I can find anything good, not for me, but good in everybody else's eyes) I asked my darling bro to go get my stitched top from the tailor, the moment he got back I wore that with a jeans and said this is me. This is how I look generally, and I am not bling bling person. Everybody had no option other than to accept it, coz the determined expression on my face stopped them from asking me again.
They came, saw me, had food and left. In all this, only 2 people spoke to me, one his aunt and other his father. If they hadn't done that, maybe, I would have cried. I felt humane after that. I told my aunt it was very weird that they did not talk to me, my aunt said yours is much much better, than typical penu kanal and asked me to shut up. For all those who were asked to walk and sing on this day, my condolences. I was very lucky. But again it was very weird for me, I could even talk to utter strangers. I was sure they did not like me, if they did, they would have asked me something or the other, but they didn't. (apart from the aunt and the father). The person from whom I wanted some or the other questions was from the sister. I was looking at her continuously for some or the other questions. In between all this, (because I was sure they did not like me), I was forming a plan in my head to ask baps for another year of freedom from all this, how I would ask and how I would go about it. The moment they left, our own Rukku turned and said they liked me and the next step shall be decided when the groom lands and sees me.
I don't know why I smiled soooo broadly.
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 than anyone in my family. Maybe this was because she knew both the families.
And when the day actually came, everyone was very excited, worried, tensed and all that. The major effect was that there was a hell of cleaning at home. It was a utter waste to do that since there was the workers renovating the kitchen and there would be dust everywhere the moment. Well, still everybody did that. And it was as though everyone was dancing on the beats of some un played song. I kind of went along with it. There was excitement in the air. Even though I was skeptical about the entire thing, it was fun to watch my grandma bouncing around in the air, mom screaming at me to clean my round table (well, there is no aspect of property attached to it, its just that it was in the right center of the hall and kind of held every bit of my college stuff and gadgets like headphones). And then after my little lending of hand(well, don't think it was little, it was cleaning the entire living room and my huge round table), I was asked to go get dressed. Well, I took the complete advantage of that order and disappeared.
I had no idea it was the beginning of another huge task--- selecting the dress part. So I changed 6 or 7 times and paraded around the house, with everyone having an opinion in it. To tell you the truth, I didn't mind (this happens very rarely, coz I always reserve the right to comment on how I look to a very few people... again its not like I can stop others from commenting, even though I hate it, I just smile) . So after all the changing, nobody liked anything I wore. Each one of the clothes had its own issues. Calmly, very calmly (u know what I mean)(I wasn't irritated, just worried if I can find anything good, not for me, but good in everybody else's eyes) I asked my darling bro to go get my stitched top from the tailor, the moment he got back I wore that with a jeans and said this is me. This is how I look generally, and I am not bling bling person. Everybody had no option other than to accept it, coz the determined expression on my face stopped them from asking me again.
They came, saw me, had food and left. In all this, only 2 people spoke to me, one his aunt and other his father. If they hadn't done that, maybe, I would have cried. I felt humane after that. I told my aunt it was very weird that they did not talk to me, my aunt said yours is much much better, than typical penu kanal and asked me to shut up. For all those who were asked to walk and sing on this day, my condolences. I was very lucky. But again it was very weird for me, I could even talk to utter strangers. I was sure they did not like me, if they did, they would have asked me something or the other, but they didn't. (apart from the aunt and the father). The person from whom I wanted some or the other questions was from the sister. I was looking at her continuously for some or the other questions. In between all this, (because I was sure they did not like me), I was forming a plan in my head to ask baps for another year of freedom from all this, how I would ask and how I would go about it. The moment they left, our own Rukku turned and said they liked me and the next step shall be decided when the groom lands and sees me.
I don't know why I smiled soooo broadly.
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