So I am getting married.
Till now the reality of this concept hadn’t sunk in. Till now the major worry amounted to … will it rain on the d’day ( it is an outdoor wedding) …. Will the sadistic H1N1 virus decide to finally leave the venue alone ( the wedding is in Pune) etc.
But Now? I just got down to packing for the actual married life. And unfortunately started with shoes. How many shoes can a girl carry into the “sasural” and not be made fun of? 35? 5? I faced the sad reality that I would have to part with a lot of my treasured possessions.
As I sat there with all my shoes strewn around me on the floor, I finally accepted that my life would be changed forever. And not just on the material plane of shoes, jeans, tops.
But every aspect of life would change.
The thing with ‘family’ which you take for granted is, you can be yourself. After the years you have lived which other, there are no surprises left and you are forced to accept the good and the bad of each other.
No matter how supportive or loving the sasural is, it will be different. You are the alien element; Cast in a different mould from them. And because of no ones fault it becomes a strange situation for everyone concerned. Everyone has to try their best to please. To try and do what is expected rather than what has become natural.
Is this so unbearable, you ask me? Maybe, maybe not. If one is lucky their natural personality will not clash with that of the in-laws. Marriage is after all just another gamble in life.
To me marriage will be a “Bitter-Sweet symphony”
Sweet cause the “Through sickness and health…..” part will come true
And bitter ,as it can’t be “….through bare feet and 35 pairs of shoes…..”
Sigh.
