Joyful Marriage.

My friend Becky posted this on facebook and I was taken back in time to my own marriage ceremony.

Our marriage was an Arya Samaj ceremony with a proper havan presided over by a very dignified priest.

About half way through the ceremony when the couple are expected to repeat the mantras recited by the priest and offer ghee to the fire as part of the ceremony, I got distracted by the arrival of a pair of friends who had come from almost across the country to attend the ceremony. I was exchanging greetings with them and completely ignored the ritual and got a dig in my ribs from my intended’s elbow to remind me to get back to the ceremony. That dig sent the spoon which I was using to offer the oblation, flying into the fire and there was total chaos till it was recovered, washed and cooled before the ceremony could proceed. Unfortunately, no film exists of those few minutes but I can assure you that the laughter you see in this clip is nothing compared to the laughter that the episode generated among the couple and also the visitors to the ceremony.

It was one of the two serious points of remembrance every wedding anniversary thereafter! The other was a more hilarious episode about which I have written before here.

TOF Deserves An Award.

My friend, philosopher and misguide The Old Fossil, affectionately called TOF by me and various other things by other people was late last week in posting his LBC post on Editing. He had this to offer as an excuse.

“Been busy – wait, let me redo that, BUSY!!! – lately with my daughter’s wedding which was an absolute joy! So, I’m late to this party, the Friday Topic of the Loose Blogger Consortium.”

I can’t let the proud father off with just congratulations now can I? So, I have decided to give him an award.

Do you wear a cap TOF?


“The only man who is really free is the one who can turn down an invitation to dinner without giving an excuse.”
~ Jules Renard

I would like to create my own quote on similar lines. “The only man who is really free is the one who can get away without inviting anyone for important occasions.”

On both definitions, I am really a free man. Let me just give two instances and leave my readers to decide whether I am really free or not.

The first was my wedding. Except by word of mouth, neither my late wife nor I invited any one for our wedding. Since the function was held at my late wife’s home, her immediate family were present, but they were all my friends anyway. Other than those from the family, only a hand full of friends were present during the ceremony, primarily to act as witnesses.

The day after the wedding, both of us wrote hand written letters to our families and friends, and in my case, my then employers that we had got married the previous day.

The second was my son Ranjan’s wedding. His fiance’s father and I got together and decided that we will have a simple affair at home and follow it with a lunch at a restaurant and have a reception in the evening at a club just near our home. No formal invitations were printed and distributed and just a hand full of friends and close relatives were invited to be present for the religious ceremony in the morning and wider circle of friends were invited for the evening reception by personal visits or telephone calls, mostly made by the bride to be and the groom to be.

I had sent an announcement by email and letters to those without computer connection about the wedding specifically mentioning that it was an announcement and not an invitation.

There are of course many others who do not need invitations and come anyway whenever it suits them. One of our LBC bloggers, Padmum did precisely that and landed up at my place uninvited yesterday. She will therefore not be posting today though she is the suggester of the topic of the day.

And yes, I am very capable of turning down invitations for dinner without offering any excuses. I am known to be a maverick any way.

Now, I leave it to my readers to decide if I am really a free person.

I hope you enjoyed reading this post on the weekly Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where twelve of us write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by Padmum. The eleven other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Maxi, Maria SF, ocdwriter, Padmum, Paul, Rohit, The Old Fossil and Will. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, do give some allowance for that too!

My Scottish Connection.

The young man on the left is Simon and on the right is Craig. In the middle is my brother Barath, the proud father of both the lads.

In this, we see the proud mother Lily Scot between the two apples of her eyes.

This photograph was taken at the wedding of Simon on the 19th at Edinburgh. The bride Hannah and Simon are here after the wedding outside the church.


A very dear friend from Scotland is determined that I should get married again and has sent me a link to a video that shows how modern weddings are conducted in her part of the world.

In India, Hindus get married in an elaborate ceremony, conducted by priests chanting Sanskrit shlokas around a holy fire. You can see a picture here:

I have agreed that if I ever get married again, I shall arrange for similar drum beat to be played in our ceremony and get our Pandits and witnesses to chant the shlokas and dance to the beat. What an idea! Perhaps just what the dull boring ceremonies need!!

Just for a contrast, you can see a Hindu wedding here.  Whereas as the still photograph shows a South Indian wedding, this video is more representative of weddings in the Northern parts of India.