Love your family. Even if they are Madus.

I once told a few people that Madus are a spreading like a Virus on this planet. With their big wide hips, flashy green clothes, and loud whistle voices. We will have nowhere to go. We are doomed.

But not many believed me. However, it IS true. I live with them. I know the truth. They yell like their life depends on it. And they choose to do so – Bang in the middle of a Public Place, say a Restaurant. They order food for half the world’s appetite. And then they yell at the waiter for getting too much or crowding their table!

And they call me a Sore Thumb. Thank God for that!

Anyway, last week there was yet another wedding chat I had with my parents. They don’t know who I will get married to. I have an idea, yes. But still. My mother went ahead and bought some chunky crack jewellery from this family friend’s studio. For my wedding of course. It was HUGE. And it could light up a room. My brother and I dint know how to react on seeing it. I keep my brother as a Cushion, in all such discussions. I know he has no business looking at Chunky Madu Jewelley.

My parents’ way of mentioning any product purchased for my wedding is to say – ‘it is for later’. Which I don’t understand. Because this ‘later’ is actually very ‘Soon’. Anyway, so I mustered up the courage to tell my Mom that it’s not my style and I don’t like it. Obviously she got offended. She tripped on how ‘unaccommodating’ I am. How I don’t like anything that everyone likes, and the likes. So I made a few points here:

·         I don’t wear necklaces to begin with. Why don’t you just get me pretty earrings

·         If I HAVE to wear a necklace, let’s look at something that will fit my frame

·         I don’t like Chunky. Period.

·         You only want to show how much money you are spending on my marriage

I know the last point was uncalled for. But it’s the single most important truth that leads all their choices and arguments. Anyway, after a lot of back and forth, it was decided – considering I am the one getting married (whenever that is), I should be the one choosing what I wear. I can’t go ahead and do a Flower Arrangement in my neck because it makes 50 of them happy. I can’t consciously look like a Clown. So, the fact that I have a different Style sense does NOT make me unaccommodating.

Lot more such venting…will happen in time :)

P.S. - I love my parents. But they are not Fair. And I can only give-in to a certain extent, for the sake of emotions.