This is something that I have been meaning to write for a while now but have just been too busy (and too lazy) to put my thoughts into words. Anyway, here goes….
About 2 weeks ago I had the opportunity to attend 2 weddings and a funeral (that cannot be referred to as an opportunity… as it was quite a sad occasion but ... you know what I mean) in a span of a week.
The funeral wasn’t really a funeral but a commemoration of the passing of a family friend. It’s called a one-month ceremony (as it’s held one month after her passing) and all the family and friends are invited to say prayers and celebrate the life of the person. This of course ends off with a meal and in this case it was vegetarian. I have had my fair share of funerals (though most of them were generally people who were closely related to me), and that’s why it felt strange cos this person was a friend of my Grandma. I had only ever heard of her and that was shy there was no sense of great loss. I am unsure if it was right got me to feel this way ( but can you really help how you feel? ) but I thought it was best that she had passed on as she had lost her husband in the late 60’s and had no kids. I am not trying to imply that you need a husband and kids to lead a fulfilled life, but it was just her time to go…. Anyways, I am going off on a complete tangent!
The ceremony was quite awkward as my Grandma was using this as a time to do her catching up with all her friends. This meant her talking on the top of her voice ( as she was trying to drown out the voices who were praying)… Ahh, what a dear she is!
The 2 weddings was of 2 Malay colleagues from work and I was quite happy to join in on their happy occasion. It was interesting how contrasting they were as one was held at home. The whole street was blocked of so that a tent could be erected on the road to cater for the throngs of people who came. It was a very casual affair , in the way that you could rock up whenever you want, have a bite to eat, convey your regards and pressies and then head out again.
The second one was a lot more Westernised in the sense that it was at a hotel, so RSVPs were needed. There was a fixed time and fixed seating! However, in essence it was the same as they had the kompang ( a Malaysian drum) procession to start with followed by the bersanding ceremony( the couple sits on the bridal throne and they elder go up individually to convey their blessing and I think they sprinkle rose water on the couple). There were also little presents that the guests get to take back with them. The traditional Malay wedding ( according to my Grandma) gives an egg but I got a little face towel and a Chinese fan…. A bit disappointed cos I wanted my egg L
All in all, both of the experiences were very interesting. I am glad Flic came with me to the first one cos she really brought things up from a different perspective that I don’t think about!
Anyways, that’s more than enough of weddings to last me a while.