After Party

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It’s been two days since the engagement party and I still can’t completely feel my toes. My killer heels actually killed every sensation in my feet. I didn’t really dance much because there were so many people to meet and so much to do. I just kept running all over the venue to click pictures and meet family. And yet toward the end I ended up holding the heels in one hand and walking around barefoot.

That evening had all the elements of a crazy Indian wedding function.

We had a minor accident the night before the big day (Yours truly touched a naked wire and almost got slapped by my aunt for being so foolish. All the kids were then warned to be safe).

We had a nervous, jittery bride who came almost crying from the salon because she hated her look and the way the sari was draped. Though it was nothing a few cotton balls and safety pins couldn’t correct. Some anxious blabbering a few tears did help her though. 😛

All the guests arrived and the bride’s grandmother was still not there because the car she was in took a wrong turn and ended up taking a detour of nearly 2 miles.

But together it created the drama that is required to make a party successful. I somehow feel that it’s not really an Indian wedding function if till the last moment everybody is not panicky and running here and there to get things done.

And the feeling of watching your sister getting engaged is so surreal. You look at this girl standing there glowing like a light bulb, stepping into a new life with a twinkling solitaire, and wonder how old you’ve grown. It seemed like yesterday that we were playing hide and seek in our living room.

Though for me this feeling passed pretty quickly because I could smell the murg malai tikka’s being served around. Food, I tell you, just distracts me from being serious in life.

But the best part of the evening turned out to be the photo booth me and my cousin had organized. People literally went crazy getting their pictures clicked.

And now that I’m going through these pictures, I realize that photo booths work best when people are drunk. Some expressions are just priceless. Sober people rarely ever laugh like crazy while wearing star shaped glasses and neon wigs!

The above picture is a glimpse of it. I’m the one on the extreme left BTW. I barely have 3 or 4 pictures from the entire evening. And now that I think about it, it is probably because most of the time I was just stuffing my face with food and washing it down with some random cocktail instead of posing prettily and getting some decent picture clicked of me.

Also, I’ve realized that no amount of hairspray can keep my wild hair in place. Just two hours after the party began my hair was all over the place. Though my sister keeps telling me that it was because I kept touching my hair instead of leaving the delicate hairstyle alone.

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Dancing In A Punjabi Wedding

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Punjabi wedding are THE most fun thing ever. Don’t get me wrong. All weddings are fun, but the madness in Punjabi wedding always manages to reach a new high. And this time, the wedding was of my cousin sister who flew down from the States to get married in our pind.

Now those of you who are not familiar with what a pind is, it’s our village where our ancestors lived and our family has an ancestral home there. So most of the weddings are held there and our huge family which is scattered all over the world come together and goes absolutely crazy.

And when I say crazy, I mean they literally go crazy. There is drinking and laughter and dancing everywhere.

And dancing is what I’m going to talk about, because there are various stages to dancing in our family weddings.

There is a big veranda at our place and the DJ is usually set up there. It’s big enough for the dancers in our family to to jump around without bumping into someone or something.

Stage 1. Now when the DJ starts playing, nobody initially bother’s about what music is being played and everybody is just talking to each other and meeting everybody. After like half an hour, somebody would realise that the music is playing and and would start urging people to come and dance. A few enthusiastic kids would start dancing and their parents would scramble around to get a good picture of them on their I-phones.  They would be tapping their feet and you can see that they want to dance, but nobody wants to be the first one on the dance floor.

Stage 2. Somebody(usually my grandma) would then go up to the dance floor and start dancing. Slowly everybody who is cheering for her would come up and finally start dancing. At this stage nobody is bothered what song is being played as long as everybody is on the dance floor and the noise level is enough to wake up 5 villages around our village.  Everybody is high on excitement and happiness and the dances are beyond what anybody can imagine and what I can write. Basically it’s a bunch of grown ups who will behave like kids who are high on candy! You dance, get tired, go and eat some finger food and come back again.

Stage 3. This stage comes at around 11:30 at night when all the elders will start cribbing about the loud music and will ask everyone to go to bed because next day the rituals start early in the morning. The music is stopped for like 15 minutes and the moment the elder’s go, the DJ is on again and everybody is back on the dance floor.

Stage 4. All the men and guys who were earlier at the bar and had not bothered about dancing, come to the dance floor and begin what can not be called dance. It’s usually a drunk version of kathak, bharatatnatyam and bhangra all combined into one. The people watching first laugh their hearts out and finally can not resist joining in.This is the point where after every 10 minutes somebody (usually  my dad) would scream “OK everybody! This is the last song”, and no body would pay attention. The music will keep on playing till the time everybody realises that it’s getting really late and they all need to up the next day at 5 in the morning to get ready for the rituals.

Stage5. Everybody is drop dead tired but are planning about dancing again the next day after the wedding ceremony. And before they can finish making their plans, they all fall in their beds and have no clue about anything that is happening around them.

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