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Being a bride can be very stressful when the Wedding day arrives but it is even more stressful being a part of the Bride’s party…so many arrangements to take care off...so much to bear!

It was the day of my sister’s wedding(a typical southie wedding that is) and we were so anxious regarding all the necessary preparations…they must be ‘PERFECT’ or the groom’s party would get annoyed.

From the catering to the seating...from the flower arrangements to the welcoming ceremony...everything must be ‘PERFECT.’...and not to forget, capturing the memorable event on video and photographs…. and so they were arranged from the groom’s side but of course we PAY for it too.

And these ‘pros’ moved around clicking people’s faces or shooting them making them uneasy…they moved with such precision with their gear and wires that I almost  tripped trying to cross one..tch..tch..

Well I tried to ‘POSE’ for them so that I could come up with a ‘portfolio’ like pic of mine so that some guy gets ‘impressed ‘upon seeing it in future...Hehe...but they don’t seem to be interested in clicking me...hmmmm…annoying!!!

Then there was the melodious orchestra playing the typical Carnatic music compositions of Thyagaraja that wafted through the hall soothing and pleasing to the ear!!

Everything looked soo perfect till my sister's (the US returned bride) artificial flower laden plait that was stitched meticulously to her short hair just came off.when she was arriving at the mandap….ohhhhhhh..NOOOOOO...what timing!!!

Not only that the 'Mangalasutra' was left by my mom in the hotel room itself!! phew!!!

After hours and hours of mantras finally the ‘Shubh Muhurat’ arrived. The priest signaled to the Traditional orchestra band and then the drums went….’DHAN DHAN DHAN...in all frenzies…and the Nadaswara went PIEEEE...PIEEEE PIEEEE...in all shrieks!!!

It was more like the world coming to end kinds…this was to signal to the people and heavens that the ‘shubh Muhurat ‘had indeed come...

Before we knew what was happening, the Videographers with their assistants holding lights and then the photographers zoomed into the scene like PAPARAZZI...literally pushing us behind...

My aunt was almost elbowed to the ground and she fumed abuses at the videographer.. “YOU @#$$%**()” in the ethnic village sort of way that was hard to the ears….hehe

I on the other hand could see only the backs of these ‘paparazzi’ covering the entire scene…and felt it was wise to help my aunt to her feet first…hahaha

My dad being short by stature got onto a stool nearby and was extending his neck( like a Giraffe in the African safari trying to reach for the top most tender shoots).. to get a ‘glimpse’ of his baby girl getting married...…mom was too emotional to understand what was happening….she had tears in her eyes that covered her vision anyway…

I felt like I was in the middle of a thunderstorm…the loud thunderous drums DHAN DHAN DHAN on one side....the shrieking pipes that sounded like shrieking birds fleeing the storm and of course the flashes from the PAPARAZZI (photographers). That reminded me of thunderbolts….hahaha...my aunt fuming and abusing on one side...my mom getting senti on the other…wahhhhhhh...

It almost took me 20 min to see my sister and bro in law after the ‘shubh Muhurat’ married and smiling...

Finally tired from the ‘ordeal’ I reached the dining venue. It looked like a sea of humanity present there already jostling towards the sumptuous array of dishes..

The glass plate was so heavy that I couldn’t hold it....there were no chairs to sit as it was a buffet and my legs ached! Phew!!!

It looked more like the ‘survival of the fittest’ here…How the hell would I manage to reach the food, I thought..

I couldn’t push my way through so I managed to have an ice cream and chilled off…poor me!!! Wahhhhhhhh

Last but not the least. The marriage album arrived after a few days and I was so eager to see how I looked in the pics…Gorgoeus perhaps??

 As I turned the album all I could see was the Bridegroom’s family and friends....Hardly any pics of us...yeah...I think I can see my hand in one pic...that’s my forehead in another…..hmmm…My saree pallu in the other...how shocking!!! How rude!!!! Wahhhhhh…

The marriage season has once again arrived knocking at the door with lots of marriage invitations...well...i think I’ll give them a miss and just write this blog!!! Hahaha

( this blog goes to dear friend Kiran kumar garu..haasya rupakam )