gomathy,
i am 59 now.
in my single digit years, i used to look forward to every மாப்பிள்ளை அழைப்பு. somehow, i remember there used to be atleast a dozen a year, friends' and relatives'.
the biggest thrill we used to get was handing over the little todlers (2 1/2 yrs age) not yet toilet trained, and a guaranteed sight to see them doing their business in the மாப்பிள்ளை's new suit
the next big thrill was to dance around the petromax man, and irritate him to such an extent, that those guys used to shower their maximum epithets (but only after arriving at the temple, and the elders have gone to do their business)
another big thrill was ofcourse நலங்கு. nowadays, when i think of it, i cannot but help to muse at all the childish things that we used to do in the name of 'marriage'.
the ஆசிர்வாதம் was always at night, after the reception. then came the அருந்த்ததி sighting. in those tween days, i used to be pretty curious about all these things and be as quiet as possible as not to be noticed, to see the வாத்தியார் make some inane remarks, which were supposed to be 'adult' jokes at the couple.
one night, i spent under the bed of the newly wed couple. but enough said for that. i guess that was my initiation to what the the birds and bees do
weddings, to me atleast, are rare these days - the result of two generations of family planning. they appear to be more opulent, reflecting, atleast in my family, an upward mobility, unanticipated, and like all nouveau riches, finding the thrill in spending
myself and my spouse occassionally talk of renewing our vows. it will probably be a 5 minute ceremony before a justice of peace or a buddhist monk or a namboodri, followed by a party with an open bar, live western music and hours of fun.
THAT will be the new tradition for us.
thank you.
ps.
i would like to share two juicy post marriage incidents which happened in my neighbourhood during the 70s
- it was the morning of the first night. the nervous mother was awaiting her daughter, and ventured to enquire if 'all was OK?'. to which, the daughter cheerfully replied, 'இது தான் சாந்தி முஹூர்தமா இதே எதிராளாத்து மாமா எப்பவோ எனக்கு சொல்லி கொடுத்தாச்சு'. on hearing this, the mother fainted!!
- this was a NB wedding. the girl was barely 15 and matured only a few months. the groom was in his mid twenties. on the first night, all of a sudden, the folks heard the girl scream, and she opened the door and dashed out, revealing a groom clad in his birthday clothes. the process of சாந்தி முஹூர்த்தம் was something nobody has told her about, though i am surprised, as that is precisely the purpose of the பூப்புனித நீராட்டு விழா.
i am glad to say, that in both cases, the families pulled together, and both the couples are still married happily and are grand parents
pps. i have heard, that in the days of yore, in times when the groom/bride were still in teens, the வாத்தியார் was the de facto sex educator, that he accompanied the couple to the marriage bed, and on occassions, if necessited, initiated the அம்மாஞ்சி to the facts of life. not sure if this is true. the knowledgeable public may feel free to let me know. thanku.