Marriage masala

Back to work. Senior teachers seem all colored after the long Diwali break and all geared up to usher in the marriage season of India. All the young unmarriage teachers are the eye-candy of the seniors to pass on their silver-jubilee-marriage knowledge. Being the youngest in the lot I am the constant talk of the staff-room. Back at my flat 'all the single ladies' seem to be getting knocked-out LBW also known in the young marriage market as Lass Becomes Wife!! Days of feminism and freedom are gone, welcome the Phase II. ''If it makes him happy do it! What will you loose so much if you budge a little?", mother was giving one of her lectures. She holds the largest flag in the Great Indian Fat Wedding marathon and shows no signs of keeping the flag down till she has instilled in her city-born liberal thought child a bit of conversative India elegence. Secret is, she has been trying hard to filter me into the feminine sandals of the main-stream 60's heroine of Indi-cinema! Problem is I love my stilletoes a lot and I do make noise when I walk in them declaring my arrival.
With the match going strong, I asked myself if my life has lost its east-man colour. Will I be left alone? Atleast a few years earlier before I met this 'guy' I used to think that I will marry at 29 after completing my PhD and immediately visit the gynecologist to give me birth boosting pills. Now I can take it slow or I think I can at least! The Bombay... oops.. Mumbai fever took over me in graduation and incorporated me automatically in its bright lights, sunny sights and short tights. With a wide variety of friends who ranged from plain panner to peppy pepper I discovered that I was much more than sitting and reading Paulo Coelho. I realised that I was someone who loved watching Vagina Monologues with popcorn in hand and could wear anything other than dull hues and earth colours. That was once upon a time story though. Now, just like any other girl I want a certain person's very certain company but can't imagine he would travel 2,304 kilometers on weekends to light up the dinner table with my favourite wine on a cozy table at the far corner in Bootleggers. Everything suddenly circles around him and I can't figure out where I stand because as you can understand completely I would also be going around him in circles!
I guess Phase II is about loosing the teenage thunder and gearing up to be the sultry serene sexy woman who has been there and done that. The true feminine attitude that is capable of incorporating the male life-style into their own and yet clearly demarcate their own space and place. So here's to womanhood and bottoms up to the process of attaining the mark of 'woman of substance'.