The roads have never looked more crowded.
Wherever your eyes may roam, you are bound to see one of these on the roads – a white mare, groups of band men with musical instruments in tow, gaily-dressed, bejeweled women dancing with full glee and abandon with their equally resplendently dressed male counterparts, thick smoke thanks to the brilliant fireworks in the skies, and of course, the ubiquitous string of cars and other vehicles.
The wedding season has begun. And how!
Any shopkeeper worth his Kanjeevarams, chooris, sherwaanis, and motichur laddoos will vouch that the big fat Indian wedding season is right upon us, causing him to grin all the way to the bank, pockets jangling.
The snooty mall owner will also assure you that yes, indeed, the shopping bags have never gone home more overflowing. And nope, he ain’t grumbling, smile perfectly plastered over his smug face. There he goes to light yet another expensive incense-stick in front of the benevolent deity’s figurine.
Decorators are full choc-a-bloc, with many booked for the next two months straight.
Ditto for salons, spas, and the like. Because as they say, what good is a bride if she does not look straight out of the pages of a glossy?
With the spate of customized weddings on the rise, one is spoilt for choice. If you have the means, just lie back in that comfortable couch, and leave all arrangements to be made by companies, who will tailor-make the wedding, as per all your specifications, right down to the last coconut needed for the shaadi ka mandap.
Family, relatives, friends, neighbors, colleagues, acquaintances – it’s one long party.
And everyone’s invited.
To see the love that brings two people together who want to spend the rest of their lives together, for better or for worse.
Cheesy?
Nahhh! Kinda sweet.
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