A NEW BEGINNING
Arjun stood on top of the dais and he could feel the sweat breaking on top of his forehead making its way to his eyebrows. This is the 326th time it’s happening. He can't use his handkerchief, it looked as though it fell into a bucket of water. He had asked for fans to be kept on his either side and an old bum intervened 'Oh no, It’ll put off the fire in the alter!’ Fuck him.
Arjun turned to his left only to see Sudha going through the same treatment. Only she was dressed up in silk and gold everywhere neck, hands, fingers, toes, nose, ears. He made an effort to look at her again if he had missed any other place of her body wondering at the same time if she has rings on her navel. Dirty me, he thought. Well not exactly I stopped at the navel, didn't I? He justified. She was pretty with sweat all over and vermilion and sandal and what not on her forehead she still looked pretty. And then it happened without warning. Someone started it by saying 'Getti mellam, getti mellam'. That should be the warning. It was a one second warning. The 'Thavil' blasted. The 'Nadaswaram' started to prove that it's no inferior.
He has heard this music hundreds of time, right from childhood. Why can't they change the music? Make it a little funkier. Eminem? He had wondered before. It doesn't have the slightest effect in any marriage for a very long time. It's just as important at the same time. It's slow in the beginning. If the players are good then it'll be good. Just like foreplay in sex and all of a sudden 'Getti mellam Aka Climax'.
Sitting in front of this crowd of new faces he slowly understood its purpose or at least that's how he felt. The music keeps you on your thoughts that anytime now something will happen that can change your life. But then, he wondered, some third party controlled it. A guy needs to say that 'Getti mellam'. He smiled at himself and his imagination-How would it be if another guy pops in the middle of foreplay and says 'Getti mellam' and he needs to rush for the climax, the moment of truth.
The corner of his eye caught images of people getting ready for the rice-throw-session. One thing he had liked about marriages when he was a kid. When everyone throws the rice towards the bride and groom he had nonchalantly thrown into his mouth. The 'Iyer' jutted the plate, which had a lot of things on it. But now he could see only the scalped coconut and the 'Thali' on top of it. He took it and tied around sudha's neck. Some one offered to help. That’s another similarity in all marriages. There's always a lady who'll stoop down and do something exactly when grooms ties the 'Thali'. I'll tie my own 'thali'. He wanted to shout. But it was his aunt and for all you know she might slap you. So he didn't put up a mutiny. You wanna tie? Go ahead. He remembered that turn, that turn to his left. Slow with thali in his shaking hand. That turn completes a fact. That turn turns a groom and bride to husband and wife for eternity. Cool.
Arjun stood on top of the dais and he could feel the sweat breaking on top of his forehead making its way to his eyebrows. This is the 326th time it’s happening. He can't use his handkerchief, it looked as though it fell into a bucket of water. He had asked for fans to be kept on his either side and an old bum intervened 'Oh no, It’ll put off the fire in the alter!’ Fuck him.
Arjun turned to his left only to see Sudha going through the same treatment. Only she was dressed up in silk and gold everywhere neck, hands, fingers, toes, nose, ears. He made an effort to look at her again if he had missed any other place of her body wondering at the same time if she has rings on her navel. Dirty me, he thought. Well not exactly I stopped at the navel, didn't I? He justified. She was pretty with sweat all over and vermilion and sandal and what not on her forehead she still looked pretty. And then it happened without warning. Someone started it by saying 'Getti mellam, getti mellam'. That should be the warning. It was a one second warning. The 'Thavil' blasted. The 'Nadaswaram' started to prove that it's no inferior.
He has heard this music hundreds of time, right from childhood. Why can't they change the music? Make it a little funkier. Eminem? He had wondered before. It doesn't have the slightest effect in any marriage for a very long time. It's just as important at the same time. It's slow in the beginning. If the players are good then it'll be good. Just like foreplay in sex and all of a sudden 'Getti mellam Aka Climax'.
Sitting in front of this crowd of new faces he slowly understood its purpose or at least that's how he felt. The music keeps you on your thoughts that anytime now something will happen that can change your life. But then, he wondered, some third party controlled it. A guy needs to say that 'Getti mellam'. He smiled at himself and his imagination-How would it be if another guy pops in the middle of foreplay and says 'Getti mellam' and he needs to rush for the climax, the moment of truth.
The corner of his eye caught images of people getting ready for the rice-throw-session. One thing he had liked about marriages when he was a kid. When everyone throws the rice towards the bride and groom he had nonchalantly thrown into his mouth. The 'Iyer' jutted the plate, which had a lot of things on it. But now he could see only the scalped coconut and the 'Thali' on top of it. He took it and tied around sudha's neck. Some one offered to help. That’s another similarity in all marriages. There's always a lady who'll stoop down and do something exactly when grooms ties the 'Thali'. I'll tie my own 'thali'. He wanted to shout. But it was his aunt and for all you know she might slap you. So he didn't put up a mutiny. You wanna tie? Go ahead. He remembered that turn, that turn to his left. Slow with thali in his shaking hand. That turn completes a fact. That turn turns a groom and bride to husband and wife for eternity. Cool.
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