I looked down from my window.
The bright light and the brighter clothes of the 'bandwalas' were competing with each other , creating a halo around the building area.The 'bandwalas' started to do what they are assigned to do , play the 'shaadi' songs full-throttle and the the men with the lamps on their head moved in a straight line , the envy of a school P.T. teacher. With the crescendo of the music , the 'baraatis' appeared from no-where and starting to dance to the tunes converting the area into a set of 'Dance India Dance'.
The decorated SUV with a confused groom sitting inside started to inch forward to the the marriage venue about 200 meters away.
The bursting of the crackers added to the cacophony and woke up many early sleepers and I could see the neighbours craning their heads to see the Great Indian Wedding take-off.
The noise pollution crossed the permissible decibel limits. Junior is preparing for exams commencing next week. The senior citizens and sick are highly inconvenienced.
The 'bandwalas' , the dancing 'baraatis' , the groom reached the wedding venue amid great fanfare. The marriage mandap was decorated garishly with bright lights.
My husband pushed open the sliding glass doors of the balcony to give a full view of the spectacle from the balcony. He said why not make the most of it and enjoy instead of being irritated. He has a point , pondered I. Soon we both along with junior enjoyed the scene.
THOUGHT FOR THE DAY EEERRR NIGHT ......IF YOU CANNOT BEAT THEM , JOIN THEM.
Why do the bride's parents and the grooms parents who have decided to get their off-springs tied into holy matrimony have to announce to the world about their union with drums and trumpets? The solitaires and gold ornaments adorned by the women would put the Kolar gold mines to shame and the crass and crude display of wealth was clearly evident.
The caterers serving multi-cuisine , with special counters for people who abstain from onion and garlic preparations are spread. The fruit juices , desserts and the last of the Indian hospitality , the humble 'paan' is in abundance. The food wastage exceeds the food partaken by the guests , enough to feed many families of BPL ( below poverty line). The next day when the last guest takes leave , the whole place will be littered with disposable glasses , tissues etc.
Aren't we all responsible for the wastage , litter and inconveniences to others? Or we turn a blind eye to the happening in the name of tradition and culture.
Readers, what are your views and are there any alternatives to the spending spree and inconveniencing others?