Reflections of a restless eccentric

One thing to be said of a traditional Indian wedding is that it tires you out completely. We had done as much as we could to minimize the rituals, but even so, it lasted well over three days leaving us completely drained.  While putting in our holiday requests, both of us had been extremely optimistic. The itinerary was this way: Wednesday was the reception, Thursday was the wedding in Bangalore followed by another get-together in Mysore, Friday there was a pooja, after which we would go to his parents' place in Mysore, pack up stuff from there and leave to Bangalore on Saturday. We would then head to my parents' place on Sunday, pick up my luggage and come back to our new home. The rest of Sunday and Monday would be reserved for unpacking and settling down. I erred on the side of caution and put in Tuesday and Wednesday as well, just to get some additional rest, while my husband remained his ever down-to-earth self and decided that he would show up to work promptly o

Greetings, my long neglected blog and handful of readers. It's been a while since I last wrote. There are a multitude of reasons for that, most of which are centered around my change of status from a single woman to a married one. Anyway, my newly-wedded husband is a man of many talents and his antics over the past few days have more than inspired me to start this new series :P I envision this as a series of humorous drabbles that recount two logical, independent, pragmatic, down-to-earth people trying to adapt to married life. May the anecdotes begin :)  All the events in my life seem to have naturally taken marriage as the time reference: before marriage and after marriage is how life is split up now. Anyway, in the before marriage era, a bunch of my school friends had come home for a "bachelorette party". They were really really excited about me getting married, maybe even more so than me :P. Among the many things on their agenda, one was to annoy/rag my then to