A Goan Wedding

What do you do when an adorable friend decides to bite the dust and say ‘I do’ (in Punjabi of course...) and tells you to be there!

              Weddings usually are a scary affair for me. But this was one wedding                I could never say No to, especially when the back drop said- Goa!!  

          For all the intricate knowledge I had from Bollywood flicks, Goa somehow 
     seemed to be a place where the Russians took asylum from their traumatic lives,               a place where lobster grew on trees and where kids were raised on home 
                                    grown weed, plucked from their back yards….

Escaping weddings had been a forte all my life. There’s something revolting about them…. Toothless women from the aging association of 'life after death' seem to recognize you instantly, claiming to have seen you naked!! They also claim to have access to all the single women in town, endorsing a  “happy ending”. The beloved match making aunties…

Try refuting their declaration and they instantaneously grab your face choking you with kisses flavoured with the last snack they pounded upon.

 Which is why going to a friend’s wedding is so much safer, especially when it’s an effort towards national integration. A Rajput girl marrying a completely bald, half Goan-half Punjabi-half Bengali guy, settled in Bangalore.

The guest list was equally unpretentious. Corporate lawyers turned photographers, over grown air hostesses who claimed they were only half their current size just a few weeks ago, an innocent Chinese who confused spider webs drawn on her hand for Mehendi. To her defense, someone had spiked her Fanta.

Amidst all this, you barely stayed sober, spent unending after hours at the beach and for some strange reason carried women’s clutch all evening… 

And just when you think you could dance the night away with those multiple clutches in your hand…. You somehow got swept off your feet and twirled in the air by a Psycho Punjabi Moron straight from DDLJ…Thankfully, it was the only romantic moment I had!!!

Next morning, just when you are recovering from this trauma that almost killed your willingness to live, you realize it’s show time!!

You forget about everything else and get ready to enjoy every ritual in the company of friends, celebrating every moment.  May be that’s what makes a friend’s wedding different. You are there for someone whom you really know…….

When you return home and start extracting sand off your cell phone and from every single piece of wardrobe, you smile and wish it never ended!

Travels like these remind me of the song..…

Nothing comes from nothing, so must have done something good

in child hood…..