The Relationship woman

As far as the Indian scenario goes, we are stuck with relationships everywhere. Even our parents siblings don just go by uncle and aunt; there is chacha, bhua, maasi and maamu. And to confuse it all the more, there is mom’s chacha, bhua, maasi, maamu and dad’s chacha, bhua, maasi, maamu, other than my own. How on earth can one remember all of them, and then there respective siblings? Well, if you are born with them, you might still learn to relate to them as the maamu who brought the imported colouring books and the bhua who brought that favourite dress.

But how do you manage on all of them when you just get married??? My husband has 5 Maama’s, 2 Massi’s, 4 Bhua’s and 3 Chacha’s. That conveniently makes it a family of 14 (Excluding spouses, children and children’s spouses and of course Grand children.) Besides that there is the “mooh bole bhai” as well.

Amidst all the wedding ceremonies and functions, like any other normal Indian bride I have no clue of how many feet I touched (Though there definitely is a count of the number of money stuffed envelopes I received). Then thankfully in the wedding hush hush, everyone does not really expect you to remember who they are. But once you have had the switch of the surnames, the expectation changes. You suddenly seem to become a part of their clan. Once on that side you just cannot afford to mix up on the names. You never know, you might just end up mixing the ones from the opposite clan.

So you spend your blissful first wedded night, trying to cram the names of , who all came, what their names are, how are they related and then match the children to the respective parents and grandparents, in the chronological order. Ooooffff !!!! Can some one please tell me why did I even think of marriage as a good option? In this age of gone super heroes I am not expected to be Spider woman, or Super woman or even Bat woman but the “Relationship woman”!!!