What a colorful day!
22. 04. 2022
The English department at my institution (DSVV, Haridwar) has a restricted number of students along with professors. As a result, everybody knows each other quite closely. In other colleges, students do not get to see the professor due to the number of students and the ratio of faculties. It is quite the opposite for me, as a student here.
Being invited to a professor's house for a family event is a great honor for a student or at least it was for me. My HOD, Dr. B.P. Upadhyay, was all set with arrangements to get his daughter married. It used to be the highlight of every class, with all of my peers asking questions about the preparations. He used to update us after every class. The day came and we were invited. It was a Haldi ceremony, where family and friends apply Haldi (turmeric) to the bride for good skin and a good omen. Asking several times about the invitation and then actually being invited are two very different scenarios. I was happy.
The day came and we all went to the venue. It was all because of Google maps that we could reach along with the guidance of another professor, Mr. Rakesh Sharma, who escorted us to the event. He was of great help and a lot enthusiastic about the ceremony. On reaching, we were welcomed warmly by our HOD. He looked different that day, obviously, the enthusiasm and the change of attire. We opted to wait instead directly reaching out for delicious food. (Oh, did I forget to mention we were early so the food was being prepared and we had to wait? Much excitement huh!) Not trying to make our wait boring, we decided to join the family for a dance. On reaching the center area, there was a realization that nobody is dancing. I'm not a good dancer. I used to perform at my school events, but my best friend used to choreograph for me like a thousand times. However, the dance session turned out to be the best of all for me. Everyone around adored us as if they joined us, but not we went to the event. Everyone at the ceremony was so welcoming, and I felt like I was visiting my distant relative’s ceremony. How could I forget to mention this, variation of culture and relativeness was there, yet I was overwhelmed with the affinity all of them offered. There was an old lady, who danced at the corner of the stage, out of happiness. She did not need any company, neither she was shy, but all she had in her heart was happiness and affection for the bride getting married. Later after some time, she requested to play the regional song, and then she danced more happily; it was a moment worth remembering. How our elders are happy for us on our big days, means a lot. Earlier, I used to wonder, how much can you be happy for someone else. Now that I am growing up, I can feel that vibe around me. There are people in my life who are happy, without any self-interest, in my achievements.
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