My cousin got married this Republic Day (apologies for being hella busy) and it was quite awesome apart from some parts that did irk me. Indian weddings are a scene to observe, something you would remember for the greater part of your life. They are huge, all-encompassing scenarios where you meet all kinds of characters.
The main deal of this wedding was that it was a love marriage, and the lovers were together for about 6 years before they finally decided to tie the knot.
So, basically the husband looked like a goofy teenager for the first time that day, he was smiling like only a boy who knows the entire deal can. Also he was nervous as hell when it all happened.
However, let me start from the beginning, when the entire show was not yet, underway. You remember that line in “27 Dresses”?
“It’ll be an incisive look at how the wedding industry has transformed something: That should be an important rite of passage into nothing more than a corporate revenue stream. In a fun, upbeat, you know, cheerful way.”
Well, Indian marriages are an industry within themselves, and while we might not generate billions, it is only because the prices are a lot cheaper this side of the ocean.
So, when we started, that was about 6 months ago. We were buying stuff frantically and decorating the gifts that we’d present to them (53 bloody trays that we gave to them), something that continued up till the night of the reception. We also brought a thousand and other things that are needed during the wedding.
Just the day before the wedding I had brought 30 kilos of onions with my mum for the cooking on the wedding day. 250 people were going to come and we hadn’t a moment to waste.
But, then when the day started, we had a hundred other things to do. We went around the entire community, getting stuff that would be needed. A decoration with oil floating that couldn’t be made to shake (Shree in Bengali), Gas cylinders from two different locations, Chicken from the local bazaar, the most elderly person of the house from the bride’s home.
Me and my cousin worked relentlessly, to the point that we really didn’t have any rest for the two days that the wedding took place in. As did my cousin’s (the one who was getting married) friends.
But, then the juxtaposed relationships breaking into colours do not stop even a little. We move on from that one snotty relative who does not stop from picking apart anything that is going on around the space, to the little child who is hyperactive and running around all day. We see the elderly couple who are crying and bidding goodbye to their granddaughter, we see the mother who works off even if she has been physically hurt and advised not to run around the entire place. The caterer who is trying his best to keep everyone in line, the entire bunch of men in the house who would not plan anything and just follow orders.
But, everything is worth it for the small moments. When the bride is up on the stage getting turmeric rubbed over her face and she breaks in a giggle and every one of the friends and brothers give off a unified laughter themselves. When they sit together for food and laugh like heck.
But, that’s not even the wedding, that is just the way it starts off…