Veda
Prologue
“Dowry is not so common in our community”, said my
perima, while biting into a piece of pizza we just bought.
“That is true. It is considered a shame to demand
from the bride’s parents. Although there are some people who still ask
according to their convenience”, my mother added.
We were reminiscing their childhood days over dinner.
Perima had come over to our place for the weekend and we were enjoying the occasional
pizza (occasional for them, as they hardly eat junk food) for dinner.
“Who asks for dowry? Is there anyone in our family
who did?” I asked.
“Oh I don’t know. But your grandfather had to pay a
huge sum to get his sister married. You see, back then, girls used to get married
in their early teenage. It was a big deal to the family if a girl is 23 and
unmarried”, said my perima.
“I thought granddad’s sister was married when she
was eight!” I said.
“Not her. She was the elder one. She got married
when she was eight. She left to her in-law’s place like a princess”, said my
mom. “This is the younger sister we are talking about. She was 23 and she was
still living in your grandfather’s house when your grandparents were married.”
Chapter 1
The year was 1921. A cute baby girl was born to
Lakshmi and Gopalan in the village Poovambur. They named her Vedavalli. She was
the second daughter, next to Kumudavalli. Lakshmi Gopalan gave birth to four
more, komalavalli, Senkamalam, Srinivasan and Saroja, over the years.
Gopalan was an accountant who took care of the
monthly expenses of the village. Being an accountant did not earn him enough to
raise five children but the people in the village always gave the task to a
Brahmin as they were considered to be good with numbers. Lakshmi managed to
feed and educate her kids with the little money her husband brought home. She
never complained about anything nor did Gopalan pave way for it.
Around the time Saroja was born, Lakshmi’s second
cousin passed away from long illness and his children were fatherless at a very
young age. Lakshmi and Gopalan offered consolation and help to the poor widow,
Ranganayaki. Lakshmi and Gopalan took the responsibility of raising her
children along side theirs.
Krishnamachari took after his late father and became
the accountant in his town, Kadagambadi. He was tall, fair and handsome. He was
working part time while studying P.U.C in the city, Madrasapattinam. He was a
bright and a responsible young man. He was calculating the expenses of the
village temple in the living room when his uncle Gopalan dropped in.
“Welcome uncle,” invited Chari, “please sit. I will
call mother.”
Gopalan sat in the arm chair next to Chari’s table.
Rangnayaki came out of the kitchen and offered her
greetings to Gopalan.
“Welcome, welcome. How are you? How is Lakshmi?” she
asked.
“I am fine, thank you. She is fine. She asked me to
pass this jar of pickle to you. She made this for you."
“Please tell her I said thanks. Let me bring you
coffee.” She took the jar inside the kitchen.
“So, how are your studies coming along?” Gopalan
asked Chari.
“It is going good, uncle. I have my final exams next
month.”
“Prepare well. You are head of the family now. All
the responsibilities are devolved upon you.”
“Yes uncle. I am preparing well. I am hoping to find
a job as a radio technician here. Radio is very popular among the public now
and there has to be someone to fix the thing when it fails.”
“Yes you are right. In fact, the owner of the radio
shop in this town, Mr. Narayan, is an old friend of mine. I will talk to him
into taking you as an apprentice. You can learn the work before you graduate and
set up your own service.”
“Thank you uncle”, said Chari.
Ranganayaki came out of the kitchen with copper tumbler.
“Here is your coffee.”
“I was just telling Chari that he could get a job as
a radio technician with my friend Narayan, after he graduates”, said Gopalan,
drinking coffee from the tumbler. “I will sponsor for him and send him to
Bombay to learn Radio mechanics engineering. It is a one month course. It will
be very useful for him in the future.”
“I don’t know how to thank you for all the help you
have done”, she said. “Ever since my husband’s death, Lakshmi and you have been
a pillar to my family.”
“Oh come now. Don’t be so formal. We did what we
could. It is our duty. We cannot stand by and see you struggle.” He finished his
coffee and gave the tumbler to her.
Chari changed the topic, “Uncle, I am sorry but I
have to take leave. I have to explain the profit and loss to the temple
manager. Please have your lunch here. I will be back soon.” He took his papers
with him. “Ma, I am going to the temple. I will be back in an hour.”
“Go safe.”
“How is your elder daughter, Kumuda? Is her in-law
treating her well?” enquired Ranganayaki.
“She is fine. Actually, I came here to talk to you
about my second daughter Veda. Lakshmi and I thought we could….”
“What is it?”
“We were wondering if you would marry off
Krishnamachari to our daughter Vedavalli.”
Ranganayaki was silent. “Why are you hesitating? Don’t
you like the alliance?” asked Gopalan.
“No. It is not that. I was thinking of marrying him
to your younger daughter Senkamalam. Since Chari is fair, I thought Senkamalam
would be a good match for him.”
“Looks don’t matter. I am sure Veda will be a
perfect match for him. She is very patient, homely and cooks very well.”
“All right. If you say so”, she accepted.
“Good. I cannot give her a lot of money/jewelry. As
you know, I am not paid that well. But I will send her off with a grand wedding
that I assure you.”
“No problem at all. You have done a lot for our
family. It is my turn to pay my gratitude in some way.”
“Well, then its settled. Bring some sugar to mark
this alliance”, Gopalan said happily.
Ranganayaki brought a piece of barfi (sweet) and
gave him. She packed some sweet to give to his children.
“I am leaving home. I have to tell this good news to
Lakshmi”, he said.
“Have lunch. Chari should be back in a while.”
“That’s fine. I will see him soon, won’t I? My
friend is leaving the town and he said he’d give me ride in his bullock cart. I
don’t want to keep him waiting. Give my regards to your children.”
“Sure. Give my best to Lakshmi”, she saw him off at
the entrance.
Gopalan entered his house when Veda was bathing the
cow in the backyard.
“Lakshmi!”, “Lakshmi!” he called out. “Where are
you?”
Lakshmi came out of the kitchen with a tumbler of
water. Gopalan drank it. “How was the journey”, she asked.
“It was smooth. Guess what happened? I spoke to
Ranganayaki about the marriage and she accepted to take Veda as her
daughter-in-law.”
Lakshmi was very elated. “When can we have the
wedding ceremony?” she asked curiously.
“First thing after Krishnamachari graduates”, he
said.
Veda was informed of this wedding that night.
Hailing from an orthodox Brahmin family, she was not asked for her opinion. It
was never the girl’s decision. But she did not mind. She lived for this very
reason: to get married and serve her husband. She was short for a fifteen year old;
slim with a skin tone of coffee bean. She was stopped from schooling after
fifth grade like any other girl in the village and helped her mother in the
household work. She took good care of the house after Kumuda was married. She
woke up early every morning, decorated the entrance with kolam (Rangoli), drew
water from the well for her parents to bathe, cleaned the kitchen, bathed the
cows, washed the clothes and did the dishes. This was her routine and she liked
performing these, day in and day out. She learned cooking and she excelled in
it.
The day Krishnamachari graduated, word got out that
he was going to be married to Veda from Poovambur. Ranganayaki, although she
gave her consent, was not completely happy with a daughter-in-law without
money. She felt she was obligated to marry her son to Gopalan’s daughter for
all the favours he had done during her grievance. So she did not accept to
attend the wedding.
“Uncle supported my education, raised me in his house, sponsored for my
radio engineering and got me a job. I don’t care whether the girl is bringing
money or not, whether she is fair or not. I owe him a lot. I am doing this for
him. My word is final”, Chari boldly faced his mother. Ranganayaki did not
attend the wedding.
Wedding arrangements were made in Poovambur and the
day was decided. The wedding celebrations took place for ten days. Friends and
relatives gathered to enjoy the special occasion, thoroughly.
On the first day, the bride’s relatives helped to
prepare the bakshanam (food items mostly sweets and spices). The second day, on
Friday, Sumngali prarthana was done to ensure long married life to the bride. Then
there was nalangu: the belief was that the bride’s life would be as colorful as
the turmeric and mehendi applied on her. The engagement happened on the fourth
day. Then there was janvasam, where the groom was invited by the girl’s side. The
sixth day was Bramachariya Bhojanam (What we call Bachelor party), the groom
took his last meal as a bachelor with his friends.
The actual marriage took place on the seventh day:
an auspicious day, with relatives’ blessings, Arundhati star witnessing, after the Kasi yatra drama, Krishnamachari tied the knots
and Veda was married for eternity. The wedding food was enormous with all the
delicacies. The eighth day was allocated for Grahapravesam, where the girl
walked in to her husband’s house for the first time. The newly married couple
was given fruits and milk. The next day there was nalangu again but for both of
them where they would play games and tease each other.
The last day was Agni Hotram. A homam (fire ritual)
is built and a small lamp is lit from it. Veda carried the lamp and stepped
into her new house with lots of hopes and dreams to be a happy family. Her
parents bid her goodbye and she was sent to her in-laws’ house, with loads of
memories, farewell tears and love.
"Veda was married to eternity". Good plot and well structured characters. Nice work Archana. Keep going.
ReplyDeleteHey thanks a lot! means a lot me :)
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DeleteNice start :) ... can't wait to read the next chapter!
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DeleteNice. Waiting for the next chapter. Keep writing...
ReplyDeleteSuper. Dwelling in nostalgia.
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