! Monsoon Wedding !
The past few days have been smashing, and not just because of the festive season. I can list a whole lot of reasons why I have been livelier than usual. And believe me, by lively, I mean Lively, because I've spent almost my entire 20 pointless years looking sombre and brooding like a parody of Drona. And a lame one, at that. So, we were discussing reasons, right?? Here they are:
a) The Monsoon. My personal favorite, the very sight of gloomy grey skies brings out the poet in me[:)] and the thundering dowpours add to the beauty of that divine time that mortals call a 'rainy evening'.
b) My Practicals. They are over. And forgetting the fact that I screwed Micro up beyond any hope, methinks I did a pretty good job of not losing my nerve through the nightmarish Micro session, for I realised over the extent of two hours how Chandler must have felt when George Michaels bitch-slapped him when he rushed the stage at a Wham! concert.
c) Its the festive season! Diwali dude is here, finally! The lights, the sweets, the pudhu-garish-ramarajan-dresses my folks force me to wear everytime, they are all back, and me is one year closer to getting married and laid(!)(yecha polappu)
d) Mouli n Co. wedding reception. It was a fun night, a gang of eight guys, we headed to Mouli's sister's wedding reception and man, was it a riot. Hours of thinkingse on what to gift the couple, (which we spent watching Gary Unmarried and a B-Grade flick called Animal Instincts plus a premiere of the Ravikrishna movie 'KD' at my place), and after an extra hour of me trying to choose a decent outfit to wear amidst the pile of my wannabe-ramarajan clothes, we finally headed to the Hall with no gift in hand!
Add to that, all the fun we had diving into dinner, grinning into the camera through mouthfuls of puri-masala looking like the displaced tribals of Orissa. Ajay 'Mokka' Maddy was the star of the evening though, thanks to the fact that he vaguely resembled the Groom. All in all, orey the photos, orey the videos, orey the shaking hands, and orey the kalaaichifyings. And I tried Beeda for the first time in my life. Too sweet, me didn't like it much. Free.
Its a relief to loosen up a bit before the impending debacle of the semesters, I must say.
P.S: I hate the weird Indian habit of videotaping the people tucking into food in the dining hall. But as long as its osi soru, who cares... :)