Marriage Diaries Chapter III – Shagan Night

Marriage Diaries of Charu Bhateja Shagan Function

Just a night prior to the morning we had to leave was Mehndi, implying we had a fun and tiresome night. With all our family members coming together, dancing and drowning in the joys of marriage, there I was, strangled in the melodramatic thoughts of her leaving me and opting for a new roommate (her husband). Nevertheless, I felt emotional and excited, all at once.

We wrapped up the function by midnight; however, since we had to leave for Delhi at five in the morning, we planned to clean the house as the floor marble seemed to be engraved with Mehndi. Ahh! I, mom and my first cousin managed to clean the house and by one we were all set to doze a little. But of course, decorated with the divine designs of henna, my sister could barely understand how to place her body in a resting mode. The mehndi boy had directed to remove henna after two and so I, with eyes almost shutting and mind transplanting itself to hibernation mode, chose to give her company till the divinity crafted on her hand exemplified the love of her husband.

April 13th, 2017 6 A.M.
Mom: Wake up, we are late. It’s seven already.

Me: Eyes wide open, body half unconscious… Staring at my mom trying to understand what’s going on. *Epiphany hits*. We have to leave for Delhi. It’s her Shagan function today.

Blanket thrown aside, on my feet to rush to the washroom, looked at the wall clock five minutes to six it displayed. **Mom will be Mom**

We had booked one traveler and two cars, everyone seemed to get ready by seven and the house was not at all hushed up.

“Start moving the bags outside the house, we need to keep them in the traveler”, said elder cousin.

“On it bhaiya” I said.

My lane is a bit narrow, cars can come inside but traveler would find it difficult to make an about turn or even reverse for that matter. So, we were all making rounds dragging the bags, some lifting them and others with sweets boxes and if at all there’s a doubt about how many bags did we have approximately thirty-five.

Also Read: Marriage Diaries Chapter II – Beautiful & Emotional

April 13th, 2017 7:30 A.M.

Mom to Dad: “We have to reach today, not after the function”

Dad said nothing and sped up his chores.

April 13th, 2017 7:45 A.M.

We were all in our respective seats, some in the traveler, some settled in the cars, we left for Delhi Cantt. The journey had been smooth and a little sleepy as we were all tired and had to stay up the entire night almost. And for the next two nights, things seemed no different.

**Marriages are serious ceremonies. We invest our time, energy, money and most importantly, our emotions in a two-day affair, in Punjabis stretched and made into a five- day extravagant affair.**

April 13th, 2017 3:00 P.M.

We reached the destination, Chief Engineers Mess, Delhi Cantt. We had our lunch and started settling into the rooms. We had booked 10 rooms in the officer’s residence and since they were given only for functions, only our family was there. Rest of the rooms were locked. It was nicely constructed a three-storied building in the shape of a circle with rooms at the boundary and the inside of the circle was filled with greenery with a lovely fountain in the middle. The rooms were almost as spacious as honeymoon suites and that helped us refresh ourselves in a jiffy. Some took a little nap, some unpacked stuff a little and then started off to get ready as the function had to start at six in the evening.

April 13th 2017 7:00 P.M.

Shagan, in punjabis, is a function where you exchange gifts with the other party (here, Kanav’s family) and show it off to the world. Here’s the catch. Although, it is said to be exchange of gifts, often than not, it’s mostly one party giving and the other party receiving. Accompanied by dance, drinks and hell lot of drama, shagan is one of the most in-demand functions in a Punjabi wedding.

We entered the hall, me, with my sister. And of course, we were the center of attraction. No, I’m lying here, she was the one. She had to be the one and that night, she, undeniably, was an enormously gorgeous thing. I saw my brother-in-law look at her and swoon in her love all over again. He couldn’t take his eyes off her and couldn’t wait to sit next to her on the crown.

Marriage Diaries of Charu Bhateja Shagan Function
The Bride – Charu Bhateja
Marriage Diaries of Charu Bhateja Shagan Function
Bride’s sister – *Me*

Also Read: Marriage Diaries Chapter I – Adventurous Ride Home

Oh, did I not mention that my Brother-in-law is one of the most handsome men I have ever come across in my life? I just did 😉

**I’ll share his picture in the next and last chapter – Marriage Diaries Chapter IV – Kanav Ki Dulhaniya**

The larke-wale had prepared a dance performance and so did we. Everyone danced like crazy and some drank like crazy, same thing! We were thrilled, at the same time, tired and a little worried. The next day was marriage, and we wanted everything to be perfect, being a larki-wala does come with a bit of default tension and consciousness. But over anything else, we were happy rather delighted to have such a good family for my sister.

The clock struck 12! And her wedding day started …

Stay tuned for the Bhateja Sister’s Marriage Diaries! 

 

 

Marriage Diaries Chapter I – Adventurous Ride Home

marriage diaries part 1

I was all set to leave for hometown to attend my sister’s marriage ceremony. Actually, not just attend the marriage, but all the marriage related rituals, and customary practices. For the first time in my life span of 22 years, I was enthralled about being a part of such festivities. And why shouldn’t have I been, it’s my real sister’s cum best friend who’s getting married.

Honestly, I can barely fathom the perception people have, that girls are fascinated by the idea of their marriages since childhood because all I have ever thought about is “my sister’s” marriage. I have dreamt about every single thing concerning her marriage, right from the kind of husband she should have to how much money I need to make by then to buy her the wedding dress. I just wanted everything perfect!

10.30 A.M.

I still got three hours before the time of bus and I’m already set to leave. Bags packed, shoes worn, hair done, whoa! Being ready before time does feel good!

10.40 A.M.

***Oh, I have to collect my clothes from the tailor***

I had been going to the gym lately, of course, to get in the perfect shape to flaunt that Lehnga on her wedding. Luckily, I managed to lose a couple of inches and therefore, my clothes needed alterations.

I rushed to the tailor.

11.20 A.M.

Tailor check. Feeling a little hungry.

I planned to grab a sub from the market and rush back to the pg to pick my stuff so as to leave for bus stand.

***I still got more than two hours, it barely takes an hour to reach the bus stand***

So, I decided to have my favorite corn and pea sub instead of take away.

12.00 P.M.

My cab was waiting downstairs and I, somehow, rushed with my three bags, apparently.

Bhaiya, fast chalana please, bus hai 1.30pm

Ma’am, 80 Se upar drive nahi kar sakte hai, points deduct hote hain

1.30 P.M.

Two minutes to bus stand showed the GPS and with my fingers crossed, I hoped the bus had not started off. I stepped out of the cab with three bags and tried to run towards the bus stand. Thanks to my adorably cute height that my short steps could hardly cover any distance, especially with the entire luggage. You see, with the way I was trying to carry the bags and make an attempt to run, supposedly I must have qualified for the heavyweight championship.

Anyway, I saw the bus moving from a distance and suddenly I found myself as Kareena Kapoor from Jab We Met, trying with all my might to catch the bus and guess what, I did too. Though for that moment, I personified ‘clumsiness’.

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Everyone gave me those weird stares, of course, guys gave me nice ones 😉 but who cares, I was in the bus.

Moral of the Story: Never give up, because heavyweight champion, John Cena doesn’t give up!

Are you still with me? Really after all this? Thanks buddy!

Stay tuned for the Bhateja Sister’s Marriage Diaries!