Hello all - long time, no read/speak/write. I've just returned from my honeymoon overseas - tanned, rested, and ready to get angry all over again. Many things to talk about - to be coming in the next few days while I collect myself and get reacquainted with what's happening stateside. Wanted to extend my heartfelt thanks to Hari for finding time to stick in a few posts in my absence. I'll leave him a key to the blog in case he feels like poking his head in here in the future...
Just wanted to spend a moment basking in the moment that was my wedding day, August 15th. It was without question the most wonderful day of my life. I didn't have the apprehension or nervousness that I was expecting. The day started with the published announcement of the wedding in the New York Times. I think it's the first time that the Times ever published an announcement about two public school kids (ok, perhaps I exaggerate) but it was definitely wierd to see our picture and names up there with all these Ivy Leaguers. I guess this means that we've now joined the ranks of the elites. I was joking with friends that I'll now have to produce a copy of the paper to prove my membership in high society...
We were worried about the weather - it was a cloudy day and all the forecasts were warning that Hurricane Charley was going to crash the wedding. This was worrisome because my baraat - the wedding party escorting the groom - was scheduled to take place outside. On top of that, we had made hurculean efforts to hold the reception at a hotel overlooking lower Manhattan, complete with an outdoor patio. It looked like we might be doomed to take in the view from inside.
But for some reason, the weather let up long enough to give us both an outdoor baraat and also gave us a clear sky to take in Manhattan on the outdoor patio. The waterworks were all happening indoors, anyways. There were several heartfelt speeches, including one from my sister that I will never forget. I was bawling, but then, I'm sentimental at heart.
The thing we didn't plan for, however, were the fireworks. For some reason still unknown to me, there was a fireworks display out on the Hudson shortly after we started the reception. People went out onto the patio to take a better look and they were simply awed. A breathtaking view of lower Manhattan on a clear night, the Empire State Building alit with the colors of the Indian flag, fireworks going off over the Hudson, and a cool breeze. It was an amazing night to kick off a terrific new life...
Congratulations! Welcome to married life!
Posted by: George | August 25, 2004 at 07:49 AM