After four days straight of feeling perfectly normal in the daytime and coming down with a fever every night, I'm feeling quite well today. So I felt like writing about some of the things that are going on.
The D-Day is scheduled for 19th April. My actual wedding is going to be a small ceremony in a mandir. Just like I always wanted. A simple ceremony, without too much stress or hassle. Some people are quite taken aback at the very idea. (Not that it bothers me.) A particular friend of mine was looking at me open-mouthed when I told him. I asked him what the big deal was. Another friend remarked that people in India don't really expect weddings to take place in temples. And she's quite right. Pretty ironic, isn't it? In a country where people are so religious and spend so much time, energy and money in religious affairs, nobody expects anybody to get married in a temple. On the other hand, in the United States, just about everybody gets married in churches. You know what else is ironic about this? A lot of people in this country make regular trips to temples. I've done that about twice in the last twelve years. And I'm getting married in a temple.
There seems to be so much to do, and so little time to do it in. My brother is contemplating whether my room should be converted into a laboratory or a gymnasium. That's all that bothers him. I asked him whether he wanted to wear a sherwani or a suit. He said he'd wear a suit, because a sherwani would be too Indian. He has a slightly weird sense of humour.
I have about six unread books lying about in my closet that I really want to read. I guess I'll get time to read them only after the wedding is over and the visa is taken care of. A friend in office asked me when my vidaai is going to be. Which vidaai, I asked. There will actually be three of them, all equally significant, equally emotional ones. The first one will be when I leave my office. I've spent almost three years over there, in the same office, in the same team now. Some people in the team now feel like family to me. Then there will be the vidaai from my maternal home. I guess I don't need to elaborate on this. And then from the country. Where I've always lived, for twenty six years.
There's a lot to plan, shop, do. There's a fear of the unknown, of what awaits me in that foreign land. There's some amount of anxiety. But the important thing is that I'm really looking forward to getting married. That I'm really happy about it. Because I think I've found a better guy than the kind of guy I always thought I wanted. Touch wood!