Finally, “I do”
Now coming to the wedding day, as the majestic baraat enters the gates of the rented farmhouse, they are most warmly received with waiters standing with platters of juices and drinks which is obviously required after thedehydrating exercise of dancing yourself hoarse in the baraat. The groom is directed to the entrance where a group of girls stand awaiting his arrival. Negotiations ensue, he finds himself holding a scissor with which he cuts the ribbon tied across the entrance. As he moves towards the direction of the newly inaugurated mall of which he is the chief guest, he finds his entry being restricted by the girls. Only upon thrusting a bundle of notes in their waiting hands is he allowed a passage to the fair; the fair of his marriage, the fair that promises lots of food and fun.
All this time, the bride sits in one of the inner chambers of the farmhouse, bowing under the weight of all the heavy stuff that she adorns. Finally, the moment arrives, when under a tumult of chants issuing from the DJ, the bride andthe groom exchange garlands on a raised platform, giving the look of a union in the heavens while all the time tormented by the fear of falling down, prone as they are under the load of their dresses.
The farewell ceremony of the bride, has to some extent acquired sober proportions nowadays. The brides don't make big fuss while they comfortably seat themselves in the plush new Honda City gifted by their parents, ready to start a new life!!