The marriage season is at the corner and it is a feast in itself. Keeping aside the cons of the marriage scenario, the give and take in the name of the gifts and the extra (forced) expenditure from the side of the bride’s parents and the sheer missing equality in terms of marriage expenses, it’s indeed an out an out fun outing.

Perhaps this has been prevailing from ages, a small loss is affordable when the gain is much and that too when the gain is in terms of happiness. Happiness, to see all the relatives under one roof.

Otherwise it really takes some occasion to make everyone present there and share warm hugs and exchange long due chats that else takes place on What’s App and Facebook and etc. etc.

The sheer joy of weddings can be seen and  felt at the same time when it takes place in an urban middle class Indian family, combining the efforts from every corner say the always polite Dadijii and the stubborn yet welfare BuaJii who wants every work going around to be scanned by her vision and makes sure that every work goes under her nose.

But it feels good and it is an appealing scene to propel the happiness from our insides coming out without jumping any barricades.

Indian wedding scenarios has been quite an occasion to learn from and the occasion that always has small void left for improvement in itself. No matter how near you hit the bulls eye the target keeps shuffling.

The energies brought into the houses and add to that the small yet cheesy fights amongst the near cousins and the irk feel between two friends of friends and of friends. And clearly this saying fits perfectly here- it’s impossible to convince everyone. Yup it is, but worth a try so as derive smiles dwelled inside.

The list is long here and there is a list comprising of the lists that are to be made and then amended upon. The flower wale bhaiya always forget a few flowers in the decoration and the mis-tailored outfits and when those few wedding invites go on missing and etc etc.

The most wonderful part of a marriage are the pre-marriage days, the dance preparations and the cold-ice breaker in two non-talking relatives or friends due over long time and the arrival of much awaited friend or that premier invite to the girl (than friend) requisite to grace the invitees marriage someday, by standing alongside sharing the blessings from elders.

The marriage venue and the long sublimed await and the new friends that are made during the road traverse to the ultimate day of marriage and the end result, when the crush on one of the brides-maid come to a halt on discovering she is engaged or so called committed (committed- not available but available).

Wonder what goes in the mind of the two- the to be husband and the to be wife? They have to smile and they have to keep mum, but they are being served, served with privilege.

One can say the marriages in our countries are loud and appears fat from both near and distant front, but it do works as a jointer to make the confused past be erased for a friendly future.

There is a scope for everyone here, the newly married duos look  back their days being played in front of them (flash back) and tend to remember the events that took place at the time when they were circling around the holy fire or exchanging the vows in a church or performing a nikaah.

And for many it is drive back into the day when they got married and it kind of refreshes the journey till now. And the juveniles tend to get a sneak preview of the day when they will be travelling the same road with an unknown, to be known for the life ahead.

Perhaps amongst many reasons around us not even worth our attention that are being countable the most (viz bad and dusty corruption and the Indian politics theatre) and the get to together of families along with reunion of friends is a fresh and a welcome change or a welcome kick after the daily hangover of mundane lives.

The photo albums and the video and the selfies taken at the day of wedding in the pre requisite attire and specially for girls- how come they evade the harsh winters and able to carry their sarees well and fine without shivering and when crowd at the venue begins to fade, the shawls come to rescue preserved in back seat of cars.

And for the male front the next thing on the cards, the Facebook locator and if lucky to have the contact then What’s App calculations, calculations via the ever risque “Last Seen At” and the derivations from the status updates.

It’s actually a jungle. Here a jungle having no greenery no flora nor fauna but darkness and only darkness.

Summing up, it’s a wonderful thing to attend a marriage; can’t say or suggest it’s good to get married because I am yet to attend mine.

Pun aside, gear up to meet the long lost cousins (cousins- as I define ‘the always friends’) and to seek the girls on our behalf (for boys) and to have fun at last. Fun with loads of smiles, food and chats and welcoming new member in a family and giving blessings.

Last but not the least, God bless the couple.