well, well, well before u jump into any conclusions - this post is not a review of the 2002 disaster movie... It is abt my neighbour's wedding, that took place last week. The two brothers( yes, both of them were gettin wed the same day!! ), stay in the flat below mine. They hav been stayin with us for the past 12 years, and i was nostalgic of all those kiddie years v spent together( okay, they were not exactly kids then), v played gulli cricket, broke chachi's window panes, burst crackers on the watchman's legs, hit the next lane bully, incognito( hope he's not reading, for now he is a well built gym toned guy, and i still stand very much at the same physical setup i was, say 6 years ago)... V also did lots of crazy things together. They being a little elder to us, my parents didn't mind us strolling around late nights. My first night show movie was with them, my first abuse in telugu was nurtured by them, my first sip of beer is to their courtesy, my first ciggie, my first bunk, and so many other firsts are due to them.
Now, they stand apart with a lady beside each, and i am sure, in a party, they would prefer giving their spouses company, instead of poor me. So, now i hav to be contend with that can of beer and as Dharmu would put it Ms. tanhayi.( Atleast a female here!!! )
geting back to the wedding, i still wonder how people agree to marry someone they have met, or rather seen, just a couple of months back, someone who is from a different place( different state in this case), someone who comes from a completely different background, someone about whom we know nothin( atleast not much). I mean this surely is not love. the only time the two ppl hav spoken freely is on the phone. On the engagement day, which took place a couple of months ago, it was a total comic affair, as i get to hear by them. The girl is brought into the room, in the typical bollywood style, with a tray of tea-filled cups( Why does it always have to be tea?? ), with her chunni taking care that no part of her face is even faintly visible to anyone, and then after offering tea to everyone present, she comes to the guy concerned and says, "CHAi.. Shakkar kitni lenge( probably, a way of determining ur taste buds.. afterall, the way to a guy's heart is through the stomach, or so it is said).. " he replies, " Ek chammach..( or whatever).."
I mean the whole thing is simply crap. And mind u all this happens in the constant gaze of the relatives, and even the four-year old son of Bhabhi does not flip his eyelid till the entire proces is over. This tradition( of arranged marriages, and not the tea tray thing.. ) may be coming through the ages, but is it worth it?? Maybe, we have the least number of divorces, but that is due to the family system. Look at the number of dissatisfied people, who bear each other, just to remain goodie-goodie in the eyes of the society, just to avoid becoming the topic of debate at a marie biscuit on a calm evening!!!
Ah!! just can't understand some things. Neways, while these people were gettin wed, Rakhi sawant, remember the hot-chik, item girl.. it seems was forcibly kissed!! Why would someone do it forcibly?? clearly, nothing less than a sting operation, to tarnish the image of poor MIKA, who recently sprung to limelight with his " something.. something..." but, even rakhi is set to lose out here. poor girl. the media channels, in their bid to be exclusive and sabsey tez do whatever it takes and have been jooming on her bosoms and other private parts, at the party. The camera was literally going through her body. It was open on-the-cloth pornography. Really, whats got to these so called high society people?? First it was Rahul mahazan, along with his gang, now rakhi!! where is it leading to?? Who cares!!!
In the meantime, i suggest everyone to have a look on the latest endeavour of indian bloggers.
Know a website called flixter ?? sign up!! V can share the reviews of the latest movies, thus enabling us to decide better on how tob spend those two hrs - eating popsorn on a corner seat along with "her"... or just manage with a stroll on the beachside, spoiling our health with those economical bhuttas...
And as i m typin this, i have got a mail from my uncle with the pics of the engagement of his daughter. No marks for guessing, it is once a arranged alliance. Phew!! somethings, just don't change.