Life of A Fat Girl:Wedding bells
I walked alongside my father and the host of of the wedding stepped out to us extending a tray of wet sandal, rose water and vermilion. After proceeding with that, we entered the wedding hall. It was such a pleasant environment. It smelt of rose water, sandal, ghee rice, mutton varuval and a lot more other food I could not recognize. I smelt Indian sweets made of ghee as well. Happily I walked in and hugged my cousins and decided to settle down at one side of the wedding hall as the marriage ceremony and prayers were going on the stage.
My cousin offered me some ladoo (Indian sweet) that he was having. Of course I took half of it and shared it with another cousin and happily chit chatted when one elderly woman stepped up and decided to talk to me,
"Hi! I have not seen you in such a long time girl!"
I did not recognize that woman and thank god my sister decided to rescue me, "This aunty is that aunty who owns the farm over there."
Of course I still did not recognize her but just acted as if I was so happy to see her and hugged her affectionately. Public relations are important. She hugged me back and continued talking.
"You have put on so much of weight over the years. With your tall stature, you look way too huge. You look very much matured too."
Embarrassed with such comments, I decided to smile and just ignore her hurtful words hoping she would stop at some point. Unfortunately, her husband joined her and commented more on the way I looked.
"You must be eating lots of rice and been drinking sweet stuffs all the time right? That is what causes that kind of layered stomach", he said pointing at my tummy.
Little did I know my very comfortable cotton saree was stuck in between my fatty layers making it very much visible for them to pass on more comments. That man went on advising me about good diet plan. I was wondering when he actually graduated with a PhD in Nutrition. I just listened because dad would kill me if I behave rudely. His advise was, "Eat as much meat as you want but skip the rice, go jogging every evening, avoid fast food, take as much fruits as you want, dont lift weights you will look bulky....bla bla..bla bla bla..."
I somehow managed the torture for quite some time and escaped from them. The wedding was over when the groom tied the mangala sutra around the bride's neck.
Kiss your freedom goodbye woman. Be prepared to rot and die in the kitchen, I thought to myself.
We headed to the dining area and long tables with fresh banana leaves were presented for us to have our meal. I sat together with my cousins and chit chatted while we waited for them to serve us. One man came and put on some mango chutney on my banana leave. Another one came and put mutton varuval and cucumber raita and mixed vegetables. One more man came and put a cup of payasam. Finally, the rice came. Biryani rice!!!
Since my leaf was already full with the side items, I stopped the man from putting a lot of biryani rice.
"Enough..Enough..I wont be able to finish brother," I pleaded.
"How can you not finish this rice? I have the confidence in you. You will be able to finish three plates of rice at once. Just eat it," he commented sarcastically.
My mood was ruined. I ate a little bit of what was on my leaf and flipped it close even before I finished half of the food. I was so sad that I decided to leave the wedding as soon as possible before anyone else hurt me further. I was not so happy with my beautiful saree and jewels anymore. I looked at my reflection at the bathroom mirror and no confidence was seen.
I learned something valuable that day, it was a reminder for me not to become a person who passes hurtful comments. If you have nothing nice to say, then do not say anything at all. Simple as that.
I think ppl should love others for whom they are and not for how they look. This is a lesson to be learnt by most so called modern fanatics.
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