bharat(my brother) and i at a wedding….usually happy affairs, brat and i have our bunch of wedding woes. and this is predominantly because we’re forced to do manual labour(read: arranging fruits, plates,saris and the whole nine yards(of the saris themselves!))…but the worst job to be stuck with is greeting people at the door. this is where we encounter strange relatives enquiring about us(who are they?) and ambi thatha(who?). now the job could be entertaining when you’re drenching the people you absolutely hate with rosewater, refusing to give your cousin sweets. but this sugar high comes crashing down when an obscure relative comes upto you and asks you this question…’yenna…theriyardha?(do you recognise me?) i saw you when you were ‘this’(recreating a ball sized object with both hands) small’….now if i was indeed THAT small, how the hell am i supposed to remember you? but to make you feel extra bad and to embarrass you further, they’ll know what exactly you’re upto and know everything about you…from where you’re studying to what your fav beatles’ song is(courtesy mother etc)…now what do you do in this situation….my brother and i try the fluke method…mentioning them by their tag..thatha/mami/athimber…and vaguely connecting them to people you might know. the other is when you give up and admit that you don’t remember. the former rarely works…the latter means you’re an embarrassment to the family for the rest of the wedding, cos believe me, they will bring it up at every oppurtunity.
