A dear friend of ours got married this past weekend. It was a full out traditional three day desi wedding and we, his friends, helped organize and plan it. Though I helped with weddings in the past including my own, I never realized how much work was involved when you are one of the “go to” people. At the valima I sat listening to my growling stomach wondering when food would be served and realized, we are hosting, and ran to remind someone to make an announcement for dinner. I never craved the direction of an auntie telling me what to do more. Holding the reigns is a lot harder than it looks from the outside. Desi weddings are an interesting situation for they highlight the most beautiful part of our culture yet underscore the lowest points as well. For me, the mehndi began with such hope and promise as I admired our mehndi trays and looked at the sea of orange, yellow and reds in the crowds but ended at the end of the three day marathon feeling a sense of pure exhaustion tinged with a bit of disappointment at the shortcomings that desis seem to universally maintain. But I must say that within my group of friends, I think the ups and downs served to only bring us closer together giving me a sense of family, and memories I know will last a lifetime.
The wedding took a lot out of all involved and resulted in my falling very behind in my studies. The semester is traveling at roller coaster speed and I must race to catch up. For this reason my postings until my last exam will be.. less.. and perhaps not at all. (Though its unlikely I’d quit all together in the month remaining since I find myself with most to say when there are more things than ever to do). If you think of me please keep me in your prayers. Its a race to the finish and I feel like I’m in last place.