To start of,memories are still afresh in my mind coz last nite I had my fortune to witness a Wedding,to be precise a Jain wedding with all the fads and a close to perfect wedding... before the trauma starts evry single women will be dressing up to their optimum and level best and ull easily find them engrossed in getting shaped and sized by those fashion makeup artists.theyll put the maximum foam and the age miracle cream to make them look young..as soon as u enter see aunties drapped in those extra heavy and flashy sadis..with all the make ups and unconformatble devices hanging from top to bottom,jewellery surfacin their necks and the diamonds flashing and those temporary hair flakes and those crazy bright pins put to make it shining and one day fame,they are actualy like facebook status,coz people comment on them..so they are highly conscious about their appearance.Trust me its common in weddings,youll find their kids small ones wearing those overly studded fashionable designwear clothes,which will have either a strap overflowing or some killer design by an Indian Christian Audigier..Youll find them either messing up with the kids of other aunties or hidding in those big bottom pallus of their mom ...as soon as that aunty starts speaking to another guest shell drag her son out and say "yeh mera baccha hai"....the same guest in astonishment will exclaim "arrey baap re baap itna bada hogaya"...and the kid will give sheepish smile and go back 2 its origin behind da pallu..Uncles will be dressed in the most formal thing,that is the Suit,which I suppose they wore it in their wedding at the last..welcoming the guest,lookin after the arrangements..youll find the hall perfectly designed and those borrowed chairs of the decoraters and gloomy lights in the front and the stage with those colour weaned metal seats and camera man from each nook jumping to catch every pose of the hall and the people...Let me come back to the food stalls,youll find mouth watering Indian cusines eloped with chinese soups and pizzas and jus not forget to mention all those sugary bengali sweets and icecreams and fruits stall,where I often donot visit and to end with the Pan stalls and candy floss machine and popcorns and the gola wala's ...the buffet rocks...half of your appetite is lost in the process..eating food is the best way to evolve with people and you will discuss on the talk of the town b4 dat evry1 will be asking about your career...simple question"kya kar raha hai aajkal?"...some1 will say mein C.A final group kar raha hu,3rd year of engineering and some1 will be proudly say doctor and every1 is satisfied and when people like me say Writer and currently pursuing F.Y.J.C Arts...evry1 is shocked and disguised and that creates an impact.silence spreads...I say IT's DiFFereNT!they will profoundly ask questions like age career kya hai and all...i say write a book and romance your wife for the next 5 years and I give a shrewed smile... They will kick u in the pond of questions and the most promising being about financial security and money matters.but people like me have a simple rule "If you mess with me,you will fall in love with me" and at the end I make their mouth shut by answering their doubts..as soon as you finsh the food u head upstairs for the reception you will find a slow and traditional shenai playin or the instrumental of bollywood music on the dj set!.there comes the real fun,when you enter the reception area which is illuminated with hot chicks around,some texting on their BBM or their other priceyl cell phones or gossiping up or stalking and chit chatting about the current affairs..Disguise!is that a sign of being in a relationship or showin a boards dats sounds not interested!!..whenever I land up with my mom...she has lots of contacts...i mean people die to meet her..whereva she goes,its a celeb welcome..oh..God almost an hour is lost in gossiping.i need 2 keep her reminding that we need 2 go home soon.u find an aunty there,here she is to chat,there you go on old damn lady explaining here problems and basicaly a homemade ghar ghar ki kahani,some cry babies and some laughing buddha's.some give a smile and its like a dozens of emotions flowing from ervrywhr..and the most amazing part is when my mom chats with those chicks...i am left over,not even mentioned that I m her son...and then I start tokin 2 dem ..mom would think m tryin 2 flirt and the gal wont entertain a stranger...i m streched between like a sandwich.life becomes and irony..all you can do is a Window shopping and fuck around!and thats the time u regret!and its time to go on the stage...there ull find the King and Queen of the night...the Queen will look the prettiest on that day of her life,all thanx 2 da make up artist and the King will be looking like a to be slaughtered goat...!