WEDDING SEASON!!!

There was a time I used to love wedding seasons. Wedding season meant so many weddings to attend, really pretty clothes, lots of good food and awesome wedding arrangements. I always found weddings fascinating, everything was just so pretty and nice. As a kid I loved going to the weddings, where me , my brother and my sister used to have a motto of eating or atleast tasting every kind of food there was to offer. I don't know if our tiny stomachs could accommodate so much food, but seriously!!! we tried our best.

But, my this charm with wedding is kind of getting over , or i must say its pretty much gone!!!

Well!, if you are curious, I will tell you the reason. As the saying goes, "everything is funny, until the joke is on you", same is the case with weddings. They are fascinating enough until its not your wedding or a wedding of any of your friends or relative. Some people might disagree with this thought of mine, but i guess its my blog..so i write what i like..i basically rule!!

For me, this fancy picture of weddings started to break when one of our classmates in undergrad got married, just after the college. Since, we were too young  (i.e 21), we were not so scared by then. We were already prepared for her early marriage and we always knew she would be the first one to marry amongst us. Suddenly "the free food and good clothes" scenario changed into "what to wear, how to behave and what to gift". Being the close friends of the bride, we were being noticed and hence the awkwardness began. we closely observed the intricacies of a wedding in terms of number of rituals, amount of planning and huge expenses. The picture was not bright anymore.


I guess the earlier times were better, when the social networking sites did not exist and the mere social network was the gossiping sessions of people. So the faint hope of all of your friends being unmarried or single with you , kept u alive and happy. But with the latest facebook, twitter, orkut or whatever social networking site, the gossiping aunts have gone out of work.  Now we know everything going on in a persons life by a mere click of a button.

Anyways, in my context here, I am saying this because I have been noticing lately that a lot of people are getting married. And thanks to facebook, I get know when any tom , dick or harry in my friends list is getting married. Everyday I open facebook, someone or the other is getting engaged, is getting married, or the countdown has begun  or is in a relationship. Freaky!!!!!!!!!!!!

At the age of 25, you don't find this a very fascinating thought. I mean, I still don't think I can get married in next billion years. As a matter of fact, I still don't understand why everybody is so eager to "MARRY". There is so much to life other then just "work" and "MARRIAGE". I might be sounding stupid. yes! i agree. I am pretty freaked out by the though that all my friends are getting married and sooner or later this sword would be hanging over my head.

But these daily status updates, new photos and change of marital status is enough to make one go crazy before their time. Its like they are mentally preparing you for something you don't even wanna think about. Sad but true!!! can't help it. I am happy for my friends who got married or are getting married, for its a beginning of a new life. But, given a choice I would surely wanna filter this word from any kind of status updates I receive from now on! Sometimes, obscurity is bliss!!! I'd rather be blind then see such scary thing!!! huahahahaha!!!

LAST FEW DAYS...I MET A STRANGER!!!

If "life" can be taken as a separate entity, I would title life as a 'Story writer'.Atleast mine is a pretty interesting one for me.. I am mostly surprised by my life every now and then. Being an observer, I have been always interested in understanding how things are working around me. I see how people behave and how they react to different situations in life. I find it utterly amusing to guess a person's reactions without even knowing them that well. I do this by trying to read the gestures and the body language of the person. Some people call it 'stereotyping of personalities’, some people call it ' putting in a box' and some people just call it”assumptions".

So let’s begin this story of meeting a stranger. Let’s name this Stranger Mr.X. I must confess this Mr. X was not a complete Stranger. He definitely looked familiar and his face felt like someone I have shared a part of my life once upon a time. In fact, this ‘someone’ was closest to me once. He was the first one I ‘let in’ in my shy introvert life. So of course, like all those first time memories, this someone, meant a lot to me. His imprints were fresh and kept popping up every now and then in my day-to-day life. 

This ‘someone’ made me happy and he made me sad. He showed me a different perspective of life. Sometimes he made my life red, blue, orange, green and every possible beautiful color and sometimes he made it Grey or even black. Everything was printed in my memory, deep and vivid. I don’t want to present this as some kind of love story. In fact, in this process of discovering life, I was still distant from forming a formal definition of so called word “love”. 

I never tried to fit this ‘someone’ in the various definitions of Love or friendship, I once heard from every other person I met. In fact, in my case, I try to keep my opinions based on my experiences and try not to stereotype it. 

So, I was enjoying my life, and understanding everything I was going through. I tried to understand, my friendships, my likings, my hatreds and my relations and this ‘someone’ was an integral part of almost everything around me. I was in a relationship with this ‘someone’ for a long - long time.

So, I met this Mr. X last week somewhere near the place I live. His face looked exactly the same, his built, his hair and his eyes; everything matched that ‘someone’ I once met. Like any stupid naïve girl, I was enthralled to meet this Mr.X; I started jumping with joy and blabbering about all the things in the past. I tried to relate this Mr.X to every memory I had of this ‘someone’. I thought I found my friend again and the fond memories flew all around me.

But, before I could take-in the complete joy of meeting this stranger, my happiness was put to a halt by something called “reality”. When reality spoke to me, she was very clear and vivid. She removed the beautiful glowy curtain and showed me the truth. The truth was this Mr.X was not that ‘someone’ I met. It was like two twin brothers; just that one is complete opposite of the other. 

 

Suddenly, an air of sadness filled my heart and once again my life had baffled me. It was an interesting turn in my already happy life. I saw this Mr.X and felt funny about how life makes a rather boring story, an interesting one. I saw the change that a few years can bring in a person and I tried to understand how life came to this chapter for our Dear Mr.X. 

I also remembered how as a teen we used to be so sure about ourselves, our ethics, our likes and dislikes. We felt that we know everything about ourselves and it going to remain the same forever. We try to picture our future life based on our, that perception of ‘us’. It is quite funny, if I think of it now.

So, I learnt that this Mr. X was a different person and I didn’t know him at all. But, unlike other strangers that I often meet, I was not intrigued to talk to this one. May be, it has to do something with his similar looking face to that ‘someone’ I once met. But, we did spent some time together. We did long talks, but couldn't hear anything.  I was trying hard to understand my reactions. I was trying to understand why I was so numb or why I couldn’t talk to him or why I couldn’t look him in the eyes. It was nerve-racking. 

Everything that this Mr.X did was different. I was trying hard to make this stranger comfortable, but I didn’t know how to do that. The fact, that I couldn’t do anything or didn’t know what to talk to, made me uneasy. Suddenly all the warmth, the memories and the joy was lost somewhere. 

 

But I was not sad, as I already mentioned, my life was already happy and like a good girl (yes! My life is female), it took a stranger as a stranger. It understood that strangers, come and go. They make you think and wonder and sometimes feel amused or even weird, but they surely can’t alter your present life. They are nothing but a mere No-one.