I don’t know why the relatives from bride’s side are called as ‘in-laws’ after the marriage. Is it something related to Indian laws or whatever….anyways…. I just thought to pen down my experience with my ‘in-laws’ few weeks back.
Those days, the flights were running late as not expected. The flights to/from Mumbai and Delhi deserve special mention when we talk about lateness. It was evening that we (myself along with Divya, the organizer for the next 2 days) were driving towards airport. I was curious and at the same time, nervous, to meet my ‘in-laws’ after almost a year post our marriage. All of them were waiting ardently to meet us, especially me, I was told. Anyways I had my list of instructions or rather directions from Divya before we departed for Delhi.
Fortunately the weather in Delhi was pleasing that gave me good mood swings. All my in-laws were staying at Karol bagh, the place that host my father’s bank when we used to stay in Delhi. This time the place looks more deserted and altogether different than before. Our car swayed into small a narrow lane where all my in-laws were gathered outside the house ‘to receive us’..!! My mama-in-law was dressed in much formal attire than I was explained. As I entered the huge big central room I could see many people emanating from every corner of the house. All similar faced mausi-in-laws greeted us while rubbing their eyes trying hard to get off from their sleep. It was past mid-night and then we had special Delhi’s dish… ‘chhole-bathoore’.
For the next couple of days, I was coveted with extreme formalities. I was secluded from any work, was served with meals without moving an inch and was called ‘Vipul ji’ by almost every elder present in the house…seems awkward but nothing could be done. I am not even used to these salutations and formalities, and these guys must be thinking either I am kind of bore or feeling out-of-place there. But the truth is, I take time to get in flow with others. The house had all kinds of people, or ‘species’, as they called themselves. Different natures, different characteristics but all united at one place.
The two days at Delhi reminded me of my childhood days when we used to roam freely on the streets, play cricket with plastic ball, fighting with our peers and always busy with our past-times. It was refreshing to see that generations haven’t changed the way we expected and still the harmony exists….
By the end of trip, I had with me the memories of this place and an inflated tummy…!!! Thanks for the wonderful treat my dear ‘in-laws’..
Those days, the flights were running late as not expected. The flights to/from Mumbai and Delhi deserve special mention when we talk about lateness. It was evening that we (myself along with Divya, the organizer for the next 2 days) were driving towards airport. I was curious and at the same time, nervous, to meet my ‘in-laws’ after almost a year post our marriage. All of them were waiting ardently to meet us, especially me, I was told. Anyways I had my list of instructions or rather directions from Divya before we departed for Delhi.
Fortunately the weather in Delhi was pleasing that gave me good mood swings. All my in-laws were staying at Karol bagh, the place that host my father’s bank when we used to stay in Delhi. This time the place looks more deserted and altogether different than before. Our car swayed into small a narrow lane where all my in-laws were gathered outside the house ‘to receive us’..!! My mama-in-law was dressed in much formal attire than I was explained. As I entered the huge big central room I could see many people emanating from every corner of the house. All similar faced mausi-in-laws greeted us while rubbing their eyes trying hard to get off from their sleep. It was past mid-night and then we had special Delhi’s dish… ‘chhole-bathoore’.
For the next couple of days, I was coveted with extreme formalities. I was secluded from any work, was served with meals without moving an inch and was called ‘Vipul ji’ by almost every elder present in the house…seems awkward but nothing could be done. I am not even used to these salutations and formalities, and these guys must be thinking either I am kind of bore or feeling out-of-place there. But the truth is, I take time to get in flow with others. The house had all kinds of people, or ‘species’, as they called themselves. Different natures, different characteristics but all united at one place.
The two days at Delhi reminded me of my childhood days when we used to roam freely on the streets, play cricket with plastic ball, fighting with our peers and always busy with our past-times. It was refreshing to see that generations haven’t changed the way we expected and still the harmony exists….
By the end of trip, I had with me the memories of this place and an inflated tummy…!!! Thanks for the wonderful treat my dear ‘in-laws’..
1 comments:
Vipul ji... hahaha.. ur in-laws only can call u "ji" by law.. dnt expect that frm us.. i think, ur wife needs inflated body.. her in-laws also need 2 feed her wid chole bhature now..
gud 1..
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