There are people who get married. And then there are people who are actually happy about getting married. How lame. Today I realized that I kinda have a problem with the latter type, no matter how close they might be. Dimwits who think that suddenly the world is revolving around them. I committed the aghori paap of going shopping with one such dame today.
“Hii kashi ahe?”
“Changli ahe. Ghe ata patkan.”
“Nahi evdhi pan kahi khaas nahiye. Ti dusri dakhvaa. Haan, hii?”
“Bakwaas.”
“Mala avadli baba. Hich ghete. Ka nako…ti dakhvaa jara...tu pan kar na shopping!”
“Can you finish up like real quick?”
“Whaat? Its my big day, okay?”
“Yeah. Whatever.”
Four hours. Four precious hours wasted. And more than half the shopping is still remaining. Aarghh.
I don’t get this. Am I the only one who thinks this way? But seriously, what is the whole point of inviting a thousand people, (half of whom you haven’t even seen in your entire lifetime), splurging money, creating such a hullabaloo and turning a four hour ceremony into a four day extravaganza? No. I’m not against rituals. What I have a problem with is turning a private ceremony into a public one. And as if a day wasn’t enough, there are all kinds of other add-ons like mehendi, sangeet, blah, blah, blah!
Personally, I see marriage as a means to throw love out of the window! You start taking the person for granted; differences start showing up, egos too. ‘Happily Married’ is quite an oxymoron. I don’t understand the need to put a label on everything. ‘I now declare you husband and wife’ and all that crap! Just keep it simple, silly!
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