Wedding Day!

So, turns out I didn't blog every day of the 100 day count down, but then isn't that the point? Who has the time...and all that. Anyway, what I have decided now is, I'm gonna share tidbits for brides to be, so they can To-Be-Do-Be-Do all the way down the aisle.

For starters, a collage of sorts! Erm, of the wedding ofcourse. MY wedding. Omnomnomnomnom. Yes it was that yummy.

Enjoy! Come back later for some info!

Tooo-be-doodles!

Signs

 ...........So as far as I could remember, random events left their calling cards, signs were everywhere, each song, each number, each fragrance, each 'ço-incidence'..each failure & each success meant something to me. So I trudged on, each day, ok ok, that sounds a little pathetic, I glided gracefully, like a swan if you must?..through each day, pumped with new juice, new info, newer signs that told me where to go, & what to do.  I literally never made any decisions without 'a sign'. Its not that I couldn't, I just liked to look around, ask for divine inspiration, sometimes even intervention..& that's basically, the story of my life.

So, lets go back to when we were friends, Ian & I. And the first of the 'Signs' showed up. After a particularly harrowing day, I retired to my bed, & slept early hoping for a fresh start to the next day. Cue...dreamy music, going into deeper & deeper levels. Ok, ground zero. We're here. So in the dream, I was hosting my birthday party..& it was lovely. Cool  breeze, beautiful colours, glimmering lights, laughing people, a cake somewhere..you know...the whole package. I was mingling amongst the guests, a joke here, a hug there, passing on drinks & hors d'oeuvres..when a cool wind blows & I turn around..seen entering is Ian with a huge drop shaped bouquet of flowers and a Purple comb taped in the centre of the arrangement. He comes close, grabs me, dips me low & gives me the most amazing, breath taking kiss. And all the while I'm thinking, why is there a purple comb taped to that bouquet. :|   :)  Well anyway I never bothered checking on dream interpretation for that purple comb, but yea I did tell him about that dream.. :) And I must say, he was very happy about it. I think that brought us closer & we got to know more about each other than we did earlier, and the rest is history. :)

So I'm wondering now if I should gift him a  purple comb on the wedding. :)

Ok, so preparations are now in full swing, now that we're within 2.5 months of D-Day. A gazillion little details filling up the wedding planning universe..all magically coming together slowly. Ian has been busy with work & extra curriculars (grr) :) so its just been me breaking my head over these details. One normally wishes to think creatively, along the path of the greats, to create something that great, a shining example of love, fable, eternity & promise. And although sometimes the grey matter proves itself totally unworthy of its existence, that's when Signs help. :) And to think It was with me all along, in front of my eyes. :) I've been thinking of themes, invite designs, what to wear, etc, and till today, I was totally clueless. Lets just say, there was a SIGN & I know what the wedding's gonna revolve around now. :) Go figure.



An eternal promise, and one that will be kept. :)

WaHt is Love?

............& suddenly the head bobbing idiot brothers from 'A night at the Roxbury' flash into my mind while Haddaway croons..'Baby don't hurt me...don't hurt me.. no more! What is Love?!'

This song is etched into my brain so hard, so deep, so hopelessly well rooted, that I might wake up in a next birth screaming the lyrics in my sleep. Hmmm.

So, now, what was love for me?

Flash back, Neha, 1 year old. The first thing she learns to do that looks like a coherent hand movement? A Flying Kiss. Yes, yes, born Hopeless. Erm, a hopeless romantic, that is.

1st crush, in school, Junior Kg. I mean who has crushes in Junior Kg? Cmon. I thought I could never have him, which is quite an intense thought for a 4 year old. Kids only know how to scream bloody murder, throw a tantrum & get things they want. Something was very deeply ingrained in me, right from the time I wore pigtails, ate mud & couldn't say which shoe went on which foot that I was doomed to love someone I could never have. Drama abhi baaki hai mere dost, yeh to sirf shuruaat hai.

Funnily enough this ill fated trend continued till college, & I kept on falling for guys who were never right for me. Isse kehten hain consistent behaviour. While in college I swore off men, and well, no... I didn't focus on studies either. Hmmm. Well, just generally didn't go out with anyone those 3-4 years. Graduated & took up a job, well then, the hopes of finding someone amazing someday began to come forth & just then, I stopped having any semblance of a life outside of office. 8 minute lunches, and 9 to 9 work hours, I couldn't even think of having a life outside of work.

Which is when I met Ian. They say, no matter where you are, who you're with, what you're doing, if its your time to meet your soulmate, he/she'll show up & sweep you off your feet, & then, you will hardly be able to imagine how life went on this far without them. So since, I didn't have a social life, it was possibly preordained he meet me in the guise of a possible job seeker (he wasn't) since I am a recruiter (ah, the modern love story), & I thought it'd be nice to keep in touch with this really funny, smart, intelligent guy who sent me really funny emails once in a while (not forwards)....handwritten emails.

The first time I met him, I only remember a feeling of being happy. Happier than I'd ever been. Happy & Peaceful. Not the nervous sort of happy one is most times, knowing something idiotic is just about to happen that will put an end to the lovely-happy-fun-time. But actually really happy from some core inside of me. And everytime I met him as friends, that happiness radiated all bright & bubble gummy....& the pessimistic kindergartener smiled a big toothy smile, gave me a thumbs up & disappeared into the candy clouds.

Sigh. :) 99 & counting...

No Prince & Princess Fairytale, this.

....Yes I support a democratic government. But that's not why, I titled this post thus. See, this never was a cliched fairy tale romance of a Prince & Princess meeting somewhere beyond the rainbow. It was The President of the Certified Idiots Club (yes, there is such a group, and YES, he is Mister President, there) & me, at max a toddler of an entrepreneur who had started an HR Firm only 2 years back. President & CEO, eh? Sounds like we've got a board meeting. :) Anyway, had I not been into HR, I'd probably not have gotten in touch with this dude at all, I contacted him for a probable job opening. xD We just stayed in touch post that.

2 Years 8 months & 4 days, yes that's the time it took Mister Mister to finally pop the qostion, as my cousin Amit used to say.. :D

I said no no no no no no!!! [Cmon he popped the qostion at 3 am ! I was confused. :)]
And then yes yes yes yes yes yes!!!!
And we're getting married this year end.

More soon. Oh oh, & This is Day 100. Counting down!

Love,

Nenz

Sacred Beginnings!

Just as the Divine is a part of our everyday lives, I begin this Blog today chanting that very name. May He Bless & Protect us throughout this wonderful journey called Life. 

Om Namah Shivay.