Indian weddings are a lavish waste
Of energy, time – loans without rhyme
Bank accounts made starker.
Decor, banquet, sumptuous food to taste
All set, the families wait
For uncles, aunts, cousins and nosey parkers.
Donning finery, gaily they arrive
Much pleasure from such dos they derive.
‘Hi’, ‘Howya’, blowing air kisses each other they greet
With out stretched hands they rush to meet
The very acquaintance,
Seeing whom secretly they groan.
Eying the dresses and the jewellery
Judging the cost, comparing with their own,
The darlings and dears sweetly moan.
About the rituals least bothered
All the religiosity in a few mantras smothered
The Sanskrit mumbo-jumbo
To which no one pays attention, dumbo.
My synthetic smile slips
To appear brighter
I try to pick up the chit-chat
All the time being shot from this to that.
Admitting defeat, smiling foolishly
I sit, bearing the disconnect.
(Image by Marian, used under a CC Attribution-Share Alike 2.0 Generic License)
