Yesterday, my cousin had her nikkah read. She then became officially the wife.. a landmark moment in anyones life.
The day began with the usual complications, my car was at the garage and i didnt get it back till 7! That put me off by 1.5 hours already in my plans, which included getting new shoes on the way too. After getting my car back, we (me and my bro) finally left home, stopped over at EBH tariq road, and bought two pairs of shoes in record time! then went off to PNS Karsaz to get transport for the evening. This night, we had arranged for two coasters, courtesy of PNS Karsaz and Bahadur. Already running about 1/2 hour late, the three vehicles literally 'burned rubber' on the way back to my nanis.
Then we changed, which means just put on our kurtas.. had done the rest of the getting ready at home while waiting for the car to get back, and joined the others just before they started shouting at us. Whew! the first thing on my mind was.. saved! Now comes the irony, having run through everything to get there on time, i was then made to stay back and wait for the local masjid molvi to arrive, so he could come and read the nikkah, while the others made their way to the hall. I ended up waiting a further half hour!! Ironic no?!
We picked up the molvi, and rode to the hall, where YET another problem awaited me.... it was
RAINING!!!!!!! well, not excatly, but drizzling quite heavily, and we couldnt sit outside. The decorator had planned for an open air hall, since it used to be quite hot.. so much for that. The whole outside was renderred useless, and we were all huddled inside the brides ready room, trying to wait it out. I think someone must be praying right then (no, i know everyone was praying right then) and god must've listened, because just 10 minutes before the
baraat was scheduled to arrive, it
stopped raining! My cousin is very lucky mashallah!! As soon as it stopped, everyone filed outside thankfully that the wedding could be gotten on with.
The baraat arrived, and it was then that i heard for the first time of a rasm called
doodh pillai. Where the groom is given a glass of milk by the brides brother to give him energy or something, and then an inaam is passed on. Its sort of like the
joota chuppai rasm, but the proceeds are divided between the guys. As soon as the grooms family started up the stairs to the hall, us 5 cousins setup a roadblock in front of the gate and started the
doodh-pillai. Then wanted our
loot before we would let them proceed. LoL! felt like a pirate or something right there! haha. We managed to get almost 10k out of them this time, divided among 7 brother-cousins. Then we went on to badger our female cousins as they had managed to get about 7k for the joota chupai divided among 7 sister-cousins. LoL.
After receiving our loot, we let them through, and the nikkah ceremonies started. I kept on the outstirkts of it, since i was delegated the responsibility of being the official greeter. I had to stand at the entrance, smile and welcome everyone who came in. Now that was an experience in itself! Since i knew only about 0.5% of the people who came by name and another 1% of people by face. But had to greet everyone as if i grew up with them as
chaddi friends. LoL! oh, and this was also the best place to single out any cool chick i'd wanna be fixing my eyes on in for the rest of the night. hahaha. Sadly though, no one caught it..
After that came the food and the photo-sessions. Food consisted of (and i know suga would be eagerly awaiting this part of the post.. so heres for you suga) Green Chicken, Chicken karhai, Biryani, Seekh Kababs, Fresh nan and taftan. For dessert there was pudding and kulfi. Yummy!
Oh, we also had a live band over there, in addition to the music system! Courtesy of PNS Bahadur Band School, and they were good! theres something really different about having live music, that too with actual (i mean non-electrical) instruments.
The band and the music system alternated after each track, and the effect was awesome!
After dinner, there were more photo sessions, till around 2 AM when finally the rukhsati took place. It started with the bride and groom walking down the pathway, to the phool covered car, surrounded by immediate family. The brother(s) of the bride carry a koran over her head, and all of us alternated in that. Along with that, began the waterworks! First off, the brides sister burst into tears since it was official her sister, with whom shes shared everything, was now leaving. Then her mother followed.... the rest remained strong till she was seated in the car, and they had said good byes, that they allowed tears to flow freely.
Its always a strange feeling at rukhsati, where half the crowd is deliriously happy, since they'll be getting a new family member, while the other side is so sad and depressed since their cherished daughter is leaving.
But the night was not yet over! oh no... someone suggested we go to the brides house for some reason! I still cannot fathom the reason *why*!! So anyway, we all went back to my nanis in the coasters, then from there took our individual cars, and sped off 20 kms away to her susral! Stayed there for 5 minutes top.. i managed to check out what her new room looked like though. That was good. As during the ride, i had to take my car as well.. given its situtation, how could it be that it should've gotten there without incident?! My brother was driving it, and the car gave way half-way though the journey. It was a miracle how he managed to bring it to the susral, but somehow he did, and thats where we left it for the night. Came back home with my mother. More on the post "
damn you!!".
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