Indian Wedding Humor
by Marie
genre:
Poetry
description:
hey everybody, this is a poem i wrote about my crazy yet loveable and amazing parents....thanks to all who helped me workshop this piece at VONA (Voices of Our Nation Arts Foundation). Enjoy!!!
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updated 03/06/08
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Indian Wedding Humor
By Marie Varghese
On our way to an Indian wedding
my mother, father and i
cross the border into weschester county
arguing the whole ride through
"I've been to this reception hall before!
I know a very good shortcut!
proclaimed my dad in the passenger's seat
"No! No! No!
We are already late!
Don't take your chances!" screams amma,
a backseat driver
she waves the directions printed
on the wedding invitation
urging us to stay the course
"Late? Late! Why do you think we're late?!"
Dad raises his hand in the air
as if he's holding two imaginary hangers
"Which sari should I wear?"
he says, mocking my mother.
"Red or green? I can't decide!"
--If you didn't spend so much time
trying to decide what to wear
we'd be there already!"
"Oh really?" my mother responds
eyebrows scrunched up
in front of her face
"If you didn't make me
the head of the search party
to find your cufflinks
we would have been there already!"
"Just stop and tell me where to go!"
I pleaded as I clutched the steering wheel
beads of sweat pour out of my hands
small droplets stain
my fiery red lengha
the ends of my skirt brush the gas pedal
forward
lost
late
the rain began to fall.
"Look!" my father said,
pointing to a Caribbean fruit kadda on the corner
"They sell juicy mangoes here!
On our way back home
We should buy some!"
I shook my head in disbelief.
How could he talk of mangoes
in the middle of a downpour?
"Look!" A courthouse!"
says my mother
pointing in the same direction,
"On our way back,
let's get a divorce!"
The giggles found their way back
into each of our mouths
reflecting sunlight beyond the storm
...it was a beautiful wedding
and a more beautiful reception
and in between the sips of champagne,
my parents sat together
silently renewing their vows.
I'll never remember who's wedding it was
for it was my father and mother
who were centerstage that day.
After 31 years,
finally learning to lock their eyes
like old lovers
smiling and finding grace
even when agreeing to disagree
We never did buy the mangoes
but as we passed the Caribbean fruit kadda
on the way back home
it gave us reason to laugh
the whole ride through.
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By Marie Varghese
On our way to an Indian wedding
my mother, father and i
cross the border into weschester county
arguing the whole ride through
"I've been to this reception hall before!
I know a very good shortcut!
proclaimed my dad in the passenger's seat
"No! No! No!
We are already late!
Don't take your chances!" screams amma,
a backseat driver
she waves the directions printed
on the wedding invitation
urging us to stay the course
"Late? Late! Why do you think we're late?!"
Dad raises his hand in the air
as if he's holding two imaginary hangers
"Which sari should I wear?"
he says, mocking my mother.
"Red or green? I can't decide!"
--If you didn't spend so much time
trying to decide what to wear
we'd be there already!"
"Oh really?" my mother responds
eyebrows scrunched up
in front of her face
"If you didn't make me
the head of the search party
to find your cufflinks
we would have been there already!"
"Just stop and tell me where to go!"
I pleaded as I clutched the steering wheel
beads of sweat pour out of my hands
small droplets stain
my fiery red lengha
the ends of my skirt brush the gas pedal
forward
lost
late
the rain began to fall.
"Look!" my father said,
pointing to a Caribbean fruit kadda on the corner
"They sell juicy mangoes here!
On our way back home
We should buy some!"
I shook my head in disbelief.
How could he talk of mangoes
in the middle of a downpour?
"Look!" A courthouse!"
says my mother
pointing in the same direction,
"On our way back,
let's get a divorce!"
The giggles found their way back
into each of our mouths
reflecting sunlight beyond the storm
...it was a beautiful wedding
and a more beautiful reception
and in between the sips of champagne,
my parents sat together
silently renewing their vows.
I'll never remember who's wedding it was
for it was my father and mother
who were centerstage that day.
After 31 years,
finally learning to lock their eyes
like old lovers
smiling and finding grace
even when agreeing to disagree
We never did buy the mangoes
but as we passed the Caribbean fruit kadda
on the way back home
it gave us reason to laugh
the whole ride through.
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Zahira
said:
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I always kick my heels up in glee when it comes to the poetry of Marie! I think instead of a heart, God put a mango in your chest woman! =)
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