FYI: If you find the post long and tiring, then you have not been to an Indian Wedding.
The bag over his head seems suffocating; the new shirt still has a label sticking to it. He moves around, fidgety and worried, looking around for some signs of support or people who can give him some. A gentle dab on the forehead is replaced by continuous stabbing. She enters; the heels make her look tall and shapely, but why does she feel like tightrope walker. Stuttering, silent greetings are exchanged, most likely mumbled at the same time and then a huge block of ice is placed between them. Shuffling looks, hyperactive tapping of feet, fingers looking for something to hold and throat dry as the ice in front; love at first sight? After an hour of talk that would put retards to shame, the warriors return home to gossip hungry relatives and highly interrogative parents.An arranged marriage has just been arranged. Agreed, the guy was not wearing the bag, but he wished he had one, the moment she stepped in.
Fast forward to the doomsday, it is like Ides of March all over again. People attend in hundreds to enjoy the festivities, some invited while other tag along for free. Then there is the noise of the mob and spectators, who arrive wearing fancy flowing clothes to enjoy the drinks and dances *hiccup* and drinks and dances, some looking real pretty and all. Why is everyone drinking so much, without me?
There is not much difference between the two scenarios. In Ides of March, Caesar was killed by the conspiring senators as he headed to the theater; here the bridegroom heads to the stage for a moral stabbing and the aunts become the senate.
Only luck Caesar had was that he was stabbed 23 times and died a quick death.
Over the clinks and hisses of the awkwardly groomed uncles the couple meet on stage and like two disciplined fighters bow to each other in respect, placing garlands of sticky wet flowers. Barely meeting for the third time they vow to be with each other i.e. sleeping with each other forever ;followed by super charged photo sessions used as conclusive proofs for eternity.
Finally, when half the guests are asleep and other half are drunk they are thrown in a room amongst sarcastically stupid giggles for the final showdown. All the mess makes the family forget about the
...Oh the remaining whiskey bottles!!! Sry. Gtg. Ttyl
- Drunk fat uncle*hiccup*
