For the last two weeks the news networks have gone insane. Incomprehensible natural calamities, uprisings,tension in more than one country, killings, radioactive horrors. And there are way too many astrologers on TV talking about what a dangerous period we are currently in, and how we must do nothing and hide under our blankets till May.

But in the overload of disasters and doomsday prophecies, there occurred one very happy event.

The Fraud married my elegant Mishu a couple of weeks ago (the first time I have broken precedent on this blog and named someone. But the occasion merits it!). It was an event that truly stumped the jyotish brigade and delighted the rest of us tremendously.

The Fraud did not fail to disappoint and even tried to deliver some gems from the wedding mandap till he was shushed by the only person who everyone is truly in awe of – Dadi. Ba is kind, beautiful and can see through an iron wall in less than an instant. We mortals don’t stand a chance. She just looked at me for a second, stopped me mid-pranaam and ordered my hovering brothers to get us a bowl of her rabdi immediately.

My best memory of the wedding has to be sitting with her watching over the pheras with an eagle eye, and watching over me with another. What would we do without grandmothers!