Lots and lots of marriages man. People around me are either getting married or giving birth to babies. I guess people were desperately waiting for Marghazi to get over. Generally, I will excuse myself from attending marriages unless any of my 1st level relatives/friends get married. Nothing personal. You know just to avoid further damage to my already-heavily-dented ego. But then since it’s the month of marriages, no matter how hard I try, it’s difficult to get away from marriage/marriage related talks.
No, I am not anywhere near getting married and nobody is forcing me to get married. So, this is not a rant about how people at home are pestering me to tie the knot. Remember? Woods are lovely, dark and deep and I have miles to go before I sleep [only figurative you perverts]. But whenever the topic of marriage comes, these are the three most important things that send shivers down my spine. The Janavasam/Tour-de-city on a lame karakattakaran car, crazy horse which would take off any moment. Exchanging garlands [detailed explanation below] I share a very weird love-hate relationship with the camera. I hate posing for photos and the camera loves to bring out the ugliest shade of me and the sad part is the camera succeeds every fuckin time. Now, imagine going through this for three whole days. Earlier, before the advent of Mega Pixel camera embedded mobile phones it was enough if the couple concentrated on the rented, official photographer. The rest sat happily contended about getting enough time to gossip about which aunty looks gaudy and all that blahs. But nowadays, even a distant relative who owns a Korean made phone with a VGA cam joins the party and the next thing you know, some random dude tags you in any of the SN site. So, it’s hard to find and destroy the trail. Janavasam/Official hero entry. Man! High time we change those customs. Why put the man in trouble huh? Why don’t you try something like this? Epic performance by the bridesmaid and groomsmen.
Terror Level: 4/5
I am not sure about the rest of the people. But we tel-brahms have a this custom ‘exchanging garlands’ right after kasiyathra. According to it, the couple is not allowed exchange garlands just like that. Instead, they will be carried on shoulders by their respective maternal uncles. Aah! Wait. This doesn’t end here. Once you are about to put the garland, the bride’s uncles move away and the crowd starts boo-hooing. Some wiseass in the crowd manages to slip in a timing dialogue or two. “Look how she is dodging even before getting married. Dude! You got watch out and the missus promptly stares him”. And when she comes near you, your side uncles do the same thing to her. This dodging continues until any one of the parties get exhausted and give up. I mean this made sense when people got married in their pre-teens, in the early 1900s. Now, imagine lifting someone who weighs just about 70 kgs. Fuckin hilarious huh?
Terror Level: 3/5
Dai uncles, do whatever you want. But make sure that you don’t spoil the mood/embarrass the couple in any possible way. In other news, I went to a play last Friday and it rocked. Seriously! 4 theater groups. 4 plays and all for just 200. Cool no? ASAP – monologues by three men who are having a tough time in their relationships. Very average and predictable. But a bit better than their last fiasco [imo]. The broadwalkers – Period play about immigrants settling in U.S. Loved every bit of it. Check out their FB page here. Worth every penny. Nicholos Productions – Musical/Monologue. Couldn’t follow the oprah style singing. But it was different. Stray Factory – As usual, they had picked a unique theme. More like a mime. Enjoyed.
And hey! I won the lucky draw which is gonna get me a custom made suit* from Gatsby.
Yeah! Finally, I get to say SUIT UP!
So, that’s it from my end and what did yougaiiiz do?
Lots of work @ Abeess these days. So combining two posts into one. Hope you people don't mind.
P.S: I don't have even an iota of hope that the organizers would get me a suit but what the heck, I have never won any lucky draws ;-) Screw it. I will celebrate.