The Big Fat Indian Wedding

15 yrs back, weddings meant ganging up with a bunch of kids u hadnt even met till then...causing havoc wherever u go...pushing down stuff, stealing stuff from the kitchen..getting chided by atleast 4 adults, who also u hadnt met till then.
5 yrs back, it became about meeting friends and cousins...going around shouting 'whr's the food? when's the food?!' and teasing the bride or the groom...whoever u know well enough and making him/her turn red around the spouse.
Now...its pretty much the same...only now u know most of their kadalai history and can quote wrt context. But when it becomes your own sister's wedding...run for cover! Its serious advice...not that I'm anti wedding-preparation or anti-sister....it just becomes !@#$%&#!@ when u'v climbed up n down the stairs of every single sari shop in the city...u kno the price of each model of salwar in different shops...u get to listen to uninterrupted sessions of ur sister getting the usual cold-feet, weeks before the wedding..right before going to bed..which goes away when the next day dawns btw...oww the list is endless! Add the grumbling relatives, the anxious parents, the over-enthued-to-help-but-always-getting-in-the-way aunts, the accounts balancing fathers and uncles....
The Indian Wedding is a big, expensive messy affair....something that drags on till a month after the wedding....no wonder thr r a million movies based on it!
Someday, I'l probably cherish this time...but seeing tat thrs one more sister in the queue, i am crossing my fingers for hope n luck!