Punjabi Weddings...

Went to a wedding recently.. dint know anyone there.. So jus observed things…
Well, we Punjabis are said to be loud…. Loud in everythin.. our soice, celebrations, music n whatnot.. So it was a Punjabi weddin with huge doses of music, lights of course foodJ
So in a wedding, u ll find different types of ppl.. Ppl from the bride n groom’s family, relatives , friends n some unknowns.. some tense, some happy n some simply unaware of whats happenin around n some jus looking at the food as if they haven’t eaten in years…
So there s me jus sittin and wondering what the hell m doin here…So only time paas was to look at girls.. Punjabi girls have their own theory.. they will dress up in their best of attires.. doesn’t even matter whether its their own weddin or some person they don’t even know.. So u ll find lots of girls giving the bride run for her money.. n there ll be ladies heavily dressed.. Punjabi women tend to put on a lot of weight after their marriage.. n I really don’t know whyJ
So then comes the groom.. With all his friends and relatives dancing n makin him dance.. So there are his friends making jokes about the first night and teasing him.. I always used to wonder what goes on in the groom’s mind during the wedding. With all the attention n nervousness, I guess his situation s really funny…
Punjabi weddin cannot be over without music.. n that too loud n Punjabi music… So there are small kids unaware of the happenings n dancing adorably.. some guys dancing in a weird way obviously tryin to impress some girl they think is looking at him.. ladies dancing n making sure their hair n make up doesn’t go out of place… makin poses for the cameraJ n at the other extreme are the girls family. .extremely tense .. tryin to make sure that every one s happy…cos even a single mistake from their side can lead to taunts n what not..
Drinks go on in a very remote corner. Drinking responsibly I guess was never in Punjabi men’s nature n I guess will never be.. I guess that’s why drinks stall s always at a distance from the others. Old uncles drinking their scotch, youngsters trying to hide their vodkas n scotch in Pepsi n juice.. n in another corner r displayed the things that a girl s bringing with her to her so called new home… There s all kinds electronics n t=imagine everythin needed to start a new house placed there… Everyone wants to tell what girl s bringin with her…Now its not called Dowry.. Its something that has been acceptable in the society..
N then comes the bride.. n music suddenly turns romantic “ Bahrao Phool Barsao” n all eyes are onto bride.. walking slowly with eyes down.. dressed so heavily that its even getting difficult to walk with 2 ppl jus managing her dressJ n then comes the biggest test of both bride n groom.. They have to pass each n every judgement…whether she s beautiful, fit for the groom or not, whether her dress s gud or not n what not.. n suddenly the music accidentally puts off… n u can hear the comments like “ Arre, ladka zada sunder hai.. ladke ko toh is se achi mil jati” from the aunties sittin behind u…I wonder when will this scrutiny end… I guess never… We are born in such a society where being acceptable socially s still a big thing…
So finally I decided to have my food n believe me lots of it.. I guess the no of food items decides the scale of the wedding…
So this was the time that I decided that I ve had enough.. Time to leave.. had dinner n ok then.. Tata.. Good bye..