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Thursday, March 23, 2006

Wedding Chronicles

A great deal of literature has been written about the institution of marriage. The topic has been, and still is, a matter of continual research amongst social analysts, movie-makers, gloss magazines, graduate students and not to forget Oprah Winfery. But we hear much less, almost nothing about the big ceremony itself. I must mention a recent post by one of my friends, whose keen observation powers are second only to Isaac Newton watching the fall of apple, has made an invaluable contribution. In our lifetime we get more than one opportunity to attend wedding ceremonies (numbers may vary depending one's KVS-Gedwal factor. I always had happy opinions about these eternal unions, until I went through my own. Its no regular dress up, dance and photo sessions followed by free-food and back to warmth of one's sack thing. Well, for everyone else it still is, just not for the bridegroom.

Let us begin from the very beginning. My grandmother used to tell me stories about days when weddings lasted 3-4 days. Those days might have been pushed away from the social scene as an era gone by, but they do come back to haunt you privately atleast once. My dear friends, trust me, weddings still last 3-4 days, and painfully so. No wonder divorce rates are so low among Hindus. No sane person would want go through that kind of ordeal twice. I am a Hindu with lot of pride for the great traditions and all that. But when it comes to weddings, I must admit we got the worst deal of all. Even atheists beat us hands down. In the following few posts I will do my best to provide the reader with honest and down-to-every-detail memoirs of the proceedings of the occasion I remember as my wedding ceremony.

KVS-Gedwal factor was independently evaluated by Mr. KVS and Mr. Gedwal, hence the name. The topic deserves independent review with some joint effort, and is beyond the scope current work.