A WEDDING IN RUSSIA
( An abridged, real-life short story by
Sudha Murthy, w/o Mr Narayan Murthy of Infosys)
A wedding is a great event in everyone's life.
In India, it is done with a great deal of ceremony. In our films,
a large number of stories are based upon weddings.
The amount of money spent sometimes constitutes the entire life's
savings of a person. It is an occasion where young boys get to
meet young girls, old people talk of their ailments and
women exhibit their finest jewellery and silk saris.
Recently I was in Moscow, Russia. Moscow city has many war
memorials. Russia has won three great wars in its history, which are a
source of pride to them. They have built war memorials and erected many
statues of the generals who were responsible for the victories. The first war
was between Peter the Great and Sweden. The second war was between
Tsar Alexander and Napoleon of France. The third one was
against Hitler in World War-2 in 1945.
There is a huge park in Moscow, known as Peace Park. In the middle of
this Peace Park there is a large monument. There is a pillar, and on the pillar
the different battles fought by Russia have been mentioned along with dates and places.
The park has beautiful fountains. In the summer, flowers of many colours
bloom and the place is a feast for the eyes. In the night it is decorated with lights.
Every Russian is proud of this park and it is a spot visited by all tourists.
The day I went to the park was Sunday. It was drizzling and cold, though
it was summer. I was standing under an umbrella and enjoying the beauty.
Suddenly, my eyes fell on a young couple. It was apparent that they had just got married.
The girl was in her mid-twenties, slim and blond hair and blue eyes. She was very beautiful.
The boy was almost the same age and very handsome. He was in a military uniform.
The bride was wearing a white satin dress, decorated with pearls and pretty laces.
It was very long so two young girls were standing behind her holding up the ends
of the gown, so it should not be dirtied. One young boy was holding an
umbrella over their heads so that they should not get drenched. The girl was holding
a bouquet and the two were standing with their arms linked. It was a beautiful sight.
I started wondering why they had come to this park in this rain soon
after getting married. They could have surely gone to a merrier place. I watched
as they walked together to the dias near the memorial, kept the bouquet,
bowed their heads in silence and slowly walked back.
By now I was very curious to know what was going on.
There was an old man
standing with them. He looked at me,
my sari and asked, 'Are you Indian?'. I replied, 'Yes, I am an Indian.'
Since we were chatting quite amicably now, I decided to use
the opportunity to ask some questions.
' How come you know English?'
' Oh I worked abroad'
' Will you tell me why that young couple visited the war memorial on their wedding day?'
' Oh, that is the custom in Russia. The wedding takes place normally on a
Saturday or a Sunday. Irrespective of the season, after signing the register at
the marriage office, married couple must visit the important national monuments
near by. Every boy in this country has to serve in the military for a couple of years
at least. Regardless of his position, he must wear his service uniform for the wedding.'
'Why is that?'
'This is a mark of gratitude. Our forefathers have given their lives in various
wars Russia has fought. Some of them we won, and some we lost, but their
sacrifice was always for the country. The newly married couple needs to remember
they are living in a peaceful, independent Russia because of their ancestors' sacrifices.
They must ask for their blessings. Love for the country is more important than
wedding celebrations. We elders insist on continuing with this tradition whether
it be in Moscow, St.Petersburg or any other part of Russia. On the wedding day
they have to visit the nearest war memorial.'
This set me wondering about what we teach our children.
Do we Indians have the courtesy to remember our martyrs on the most
important day of our lives? We are busy shopping for saris, buying jewellery and
preparing elaborate menus and partying in discos.
My eyes filled with tears at the thought and I wished
we could learn a lesson from the Russians.
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