The Cellophane Story

On the left is a shot I took with my Nokia on my wedding day.

It was about 5 minutes to our service and the Church of the Assumption was maybe 7 minutes away (read: we were running late).

Our driver, Special Agent Sri Hari, decided to stop at a petrol station nearby - I remember it was a Caltex - to strap the flower dome on the nose of the car.

What - like, now?

Backtrack: It is 9.30am at our sleepy little corner house in Cheras. Special Agent Sri Hari has arrived to put on the finishing touches to the bridal car - the flower dome. However after sweating at it for a good 45 minutes, he decides that the adhesive is too weak to anchor down the huge bunch of flowers. At 10.25 as we pile into the bridal car, he declares that he'll be making a stop near the church to make a second attempt. That way, he says, there would be less chance of it falling off before we arrived at the church.

What you're witnessing here therefore is a clear case of grace under pressure. Sri Hari struggling to hold down the dome with the clock ticking in his head like a time bomb, and my Dad appearing helpful but realistically very helpless.

What you do not see however is Sri Hari giving up on status quo and rushing into the petrol outlet to borrow a whole roll of cellophane tape. Which is what he holds in his hand up there.

What you do not see too, is Sri Hari upon completion of the mission, continuing the last leg of the journey at 20 km per hour.