Kashmiri Wedding - Part 3
For those of you who have visited my blog before, you might have already read a little something about the Kashmiri Wedding here.
While preparation of food (see Khandar the Kashmiri Wedding) is a very elaborate and lavish affair, the process of finding your soul-mate, the koshur-way is a complicated and tiring process (see Khandar the Kashmiri Wedding – Part 2. )
While talking of the match-making process, I had actually talked of how the ‘thap’ or ‘catching the bride’ is done. 🙂 [It is nothing like it sounds really – don’t start visualizing the savage men running after and catching women. It is a very simple (though in cities it can get very complicated .. but that is another topic), affair. The girl meets the boy’s family and is given a gift as a proof of consent for the marriage. Continue reading
Posted in Kashmir, Kashmiri life, Life, Muslim issues, Muslim Sisters
Tagged Bride, Engagement, Feast, Groom, Kashmir, Marriage Rituals, Nikah, Wazwan, Wedding
I just happened to read this news item in Kashmir Times. It talks of how women in Kashmir have started using scooter as a convenient means of transport and of the acceptance of the idea among the locals. To me watching a woman drive a scooter is the idea of freedom – beautiful freedom!
Some years back the idea of a woman driving a scooter would certainly not ‘look good’ for whatever reasons. I remember having a discussion with a guy quite some years back my pen-name Sakooter itself. The guy found it funny that I supported hijab and talked of scooter. To me it was weird that people actually have a problem with something as simple as a means of conveyance which saves women a lot of trouble. There would be some who would even go to the extent of calling it un-Islamic. (Am I raising eye-brows somewhere?) Don’t open your mouth yet.. wait up… didn’t the women in Arabia travel on a camel? Do you see a co-relation? Continue reading
Close your eyes and think of yourself as a child. Think of what used to amuse you and what made you happy.
The little pleasures of life.
As I do that, I think of our garden and me sitting in the porch looking at the little in our garden tree with yellow flowers all over it. Yes its spring and the grass is turning green. Everything looks fresh. And a yellow flower in my hand.
And the day is ending, darkness hiding the bright day light. Its time to go inside.
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Tagged India, Uprising