A guy with a receding hairline is getting married to his college sweetheart with 2000 guests in attendance. What’s the big deal? It is the story of most well heeled follically challenged men in this part of the world. All you need is a large extended family, two older married siblings with a set of in-laws of their own and reasonably social parents and viola, you would be hard-pressed to limit your guest list to 2000 people. Once the wedding is over, there would always be a phuppo, or two, who would be miffed because her sister in law’s third cousin was not invited with her entire khandan to the three day feast.
If I am not wrong, our weddings are better than any royal affair. We serve better food to our people (I am guilty of attending some weddings only for qulfi falooda and gajar ka halwa) instead of cold canapés and soggy quiche. We dance to Munni and Sheela instead of some old classic tune and there would always be someone on the dance floor who would try to grab random asses. There is always some kind of drama going on, some other people, besides the groom and bride, plan on getting hitched during the festivities. The female guests would always try to upstage others with maximum bling. There would be horse carriages, exotic flowers (Yes, getting orchids imported from Thailand is the latest ‘it’ thing among shadi obsessed crowd), crazy brides, even crazier mothers-in-laws and at times bankrupt fathers.
|A desi wedding is almost always OTT and full of drama|
No European royal wedding (unless the princess is marrying her masseuse- or was it the gym instructor) can top an average desi wedding with all that and more.