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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Man Proposes, God Disposes

When I was 8 years old, I wanted to be a navy officer. When I was 13, I wanted to be a botanist. By the time I was 16, I wanted to be a chartered accountant. And till about a couple of years back that was all I was striving to be. But there was something else that had caught my fancy by then.

We had a digital camera which I loved. I clicked hundred’s of pictures of anything and everything. So much so that the camera was so overused, the camera company actually asked me how many pictures had I taken with it! They were surprised when I told them the grand figure. The poor camera never worked again. It’s still lying in my cupboard as my first camera.

That was when it struck me how much I enjoyed clicking pictures. But just because I loved clicking pictures did not mean I could make a career shift. No. My parents were pretty adamant that things like photography and writing should remain as a hobby in your life. Its a professional degree alone that would help you in making a living.

So learning photography and it’s techniques was out of question. I continued with my studies while I started saving all my pocket money. For nearly a year, I did not spend a penny on me. I didn’t go out with friends much, didn’t go shopping I just saved every damn penny I had. And on my 22nd birthday I finally gifted myself a D.S.L.R. camera. Oh! the joy of actually realising that you have brought something you wanted so badly.

And the irony of my life was, that when I planned to be a photographer, some twists and turns in my life made me end up being a law student.

We plan everything in our life. We make a bucket list of the “things we want to do before so and so time”. But  how many of these plans do we actually follow. I don’t know if it happens to everyone but every time I plan something about my life, the complete opposite happens with me. And then some years later I think about all the plans I made that never came to anything fruitful.

It has happened with my friends. They planned everything. Followed it meticulously  and just as they were about to get the mission completed, a single incident changed the entire course of their lives.

So if it happens every time with us, then why do we even bother planning? Why don’t we just let fate and god do whatever they think is right and just sit back and enjoy?

When I asked my bestie this question, she said that it’s simple, because life gives us an opportunity to improvise our plans and make the best of all that we have. In simple terms, life would throw truck loads of lemons at us, but it’s up to us whether we make lemonade out of it or let them rot on our head.

Hmm…she has a point. I may have not made lemonade every time and had let everything fall apart at times, but there have always been times when Iv gone ahead and made a whole new cocktail! So yeah, maybe planning is something we all need to do so that those plans end up being the sugar in our lemonade.

Planning gives us a path to walk where life can throw hundred’s of surprises and let us make a complete utter fool of ourselves. So if we don’t plan, we wont have a path to walk on and that would be like wasting your life!

But at the end, I believe that all these surprises help us learn how to avoid being fooled by life. And so the next time we get lemons, we may just improvise our plans and make a lemon cheesecake of it! 😀

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