There is exactly one month left before the marriage is officially (ahem) solemnised. I am completely consumed by the endless details of the wedding. But there are days when I feel I am well on time with most of the big things taken care of. Then there are days when the loose ends of each of those big things give me way more anxiety than I would like. And then there are those moments when I feel I am heading towards a vanilla wedding with no personalised elements at all. But truly speaking, I can either continue to make engagement plans (communications, duh) so I have enough money, or I can focus on those small details. Clearly I cannot do it all. And clearly I cannot delegate as much as I thought I could.
In this process, I am eating more and more chocolate. I have also reached the point where I cannot deny having experienced a ‘bridezilla’ moment. Still don’t regret losing it at those women at the tailor’s! *he screwed my wedding blouse!!*
Thinking about moving so far away from the family is disconcerting. And thinking about not having a job – exactly five years after I swore never to sit at home again – is all the more unsettling.
But on the brighter side, look what I have achieved in the recent past:
- Successfully registered my marriage
- Got my passport renewed in a jiffy
- Submitted a humongous visa application – they better give me that visa!
- Paid someone to confirm I do not have tuberculosis
- Paid someone else a LOT more to confirm that I have basic knowledge of English
- Documented more details about my relationship with my husband than even what my parents ever enquired about
- Entertained and defied endless arguments around how ‘a bride must do/wear/look like this’
- Gave in to many more such arguments so you can see the traditional bride soon enough
- Convinced friends to not throw me a ‘naughty’ bachelorette. I ended up (happily) having rajma chawal at that party
- Survived (I’d like to believe so) a sensitive political situation – well, simply because the only solution left was to not bother beyond a point
- Co-hosted mom’s retirement party
- With much help, got every last bit of my pennies out of Abu Dhabi into Delhi
- Didn’t forget any birthdays
- Braved an entire useless week of flu
- AND SOME WEDDING-RELATED SUCCESSES:
- Selected the invite at the first store I entered. Like a boss!
- Did ALL the accessory shopping alone
- Combed through a list of over 50 photographers to select one
- Selected my wedding dress in two days flat
- Convinced so many friends to travel thousands of miles for my big day
- Nothing bright about this – I still hate the tailor fraternity. I always will. From the bottom of my heart. Period.
More later.
