â€œFrom the day one I saw you…â€ An apt and timely film song was on the airâ€¦ some of us were deeply immersed in that song. There were those who took it as a disturbance to their conversationsâ€¦ Or shall we call it â€œthe scandal sessionâ€? Most of them were in their sixties and seventies and their conversations revolved around love marriages, or the more problematic inter-caste marriages.
The occasion was, of course, a Wedding reception. It was not an arranged marriage as such, but absolutely free from any problems from both sides. Most of the elders who had gathered there at the invitation of the bride or groom were critical of the present generation and their habit of falling in love with girls or boys who were not of the same casts. â€œIn the good old days, the youngsters strictly abided by certain social codes. There were no love marriagesâ€ one of the elders would say. â€œYes, Yesâ€¦ Look at their dressesâ€¦ horribleâ€¦â€
They talked as if there were no love marriages or inter-caste marriages. I was almost tempted to say, â€œJust look back, oldiesâ€¦â€
By a remarkable coincidence, I happened to read a short story, a couple of days after this marriage. The author, a Malayalam novelist, was born in 1904 and the story I read was written in 1930s, it was about a love affair between two college students. From the description of the behavior of the students of that college, it was clear that the students of yore were no better (or worse) than the ones we see these days. Then why this Fuss?