Of Weddings!

At the beginning of this year, I made a resolution that I would publish at least a post every month.

Well, I missed it in July and October, and was thinking that I might be giving a miss this month as well.  But hang on, I have got something to share and for the first time on my blog, it is about weddings!

I had attended a friend's wedding, a North Karnataka style of wedding the last week.

The one aspect about the event that attracted to me the most was its mere simplicity.

I did not see women carrying KGs of gold on them, they were wearing minimal gold, and they weren't decked up in jazzy silk sarees.

Coming to the wedding venue, it wasn't lighted up with colorful electric lamps, but the stage where the couple were seated  was lightly decorated with some fresh flowers in the background.

Though I was at awe at the simplicity of the wedding, other people who had attended had a completely different opinion  and they felt that the wedding arrangements were "bharjari" (bharjari in Kannada meaning lot of pomp).

And if I had to talk about the bride, for the first time ever I had seen a bride who was so less conscious about her make-up, as she allowed her mother and other women
to apply turmeric and kumkum at will, which was a part of the wedding rituals.

And about the food, it was served about right and not less and not more where in one could finish up all the items without letting something go waste.

Coming from a Telugu family, and having witnessed a lot of Telugu weddings, I could say that there happens a lot of wasteful spending during the weddings. A wedding is treated as a platform to showcase one's social status, and it is believed that the more pompous and 'rich' the wedding is done the more respect they garner.

Instead of spending so much on a day's event, it would be wise to cut down the expenses and one could channelize the same for "good".

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120........

'Those who have come for the test, please drink more water. The more you drink, the better the result would be' shouted the receptionist.

I was sitting at the out-patient ward, waiting for my turn. The receptionist was having a look at the patients who were waiting for the ultrasound test, I was one among them, he stopped his glance at me and asked 'Sir, did  you drink water?' Making me feel a little embarrassed. I just signaled him that I already had four glasses of water with my fingers doing the talking. But in return he said loudly 'four is not enough, have two more, for a better result!' and added insult to injury.

I got up and walked to the water dispenser, had two more glasses of water and sat back watching the test match between India and England, with M.S.D in his avatar as a medium pacer and 'The Wall' taking guard behind the stumps.

Coming to this test at the hospital, the ultrasound test had to be performed only when your bla**er is full, so that the renal calculi, in general terms, the kidney stones would be easy to detect.

The six glasses of water that I consumed started gushing inside. However I had to wait till the test is done. I self-motivated telling 'Perseverance pays my boy!' When the situation was getting out of control, I walked to the receptionist with great difficulty and asked him when was my turn, he said there were four more people in the queue,and  I had to wait for some more time.

I returned to the seat and continued watching the match, M.S.D was carrying on with his spell of bowling, there came a beautiful inswinger, went past the edge of KP's bat, loud shouts from the keeper and the bowler, the finger went up, KP was not convinced, he asked for a review. The Indian team erupted in joy and everyone started congratulating M.S.D. The replays showed that there was no edge and KP survived.

However, my survival was under threat now. I was stilling holding ON it. I was actually feeling good that I was capable enough to hold ON for that long. I dint wanna give up. The receptionist looked at me and said I was next.

I quickly walked to the lab and was standing at the door, soon the in-patient walks out and I was called in. The Doctor looked amicable, the nurse too. There was a bed,with a computer monitor beside and other paraphernalia required for the test. I was asked to lie down on the bed and was asked to lower my pan*s.

The doctor came and put the image detector with a gel applied to it's head. He started moving the detector and looked at the monitor and chuckled saying 'you managed to hold on a lot Karthik!', I felt an immediate feather in the cap with that comment and I gave a little laugh.

He moved the detector all over my torso and lower the torso and found nothing and said  'No sign of stones'. He asked me to let THAT out and come back once again so that he could find something after that. I was relieved with what he said, not that there are no stones, I am talking about the latter statement. I went to the washroom and there passed my two hours of unprecedented efforts, I could proudly say, 'Mission Accomplished!', with that, that day I learnt a new meaning for the word 'Relief'.

I walked back to the lab and the doctor performed a second trial, but the result was unchanged. I took my reports, paid the bill and returned from the hospital with a definite sense of relief and a :) and for some reason or no reason these 120 minutes deserved a space on my blog!

Why Am I Single??

Why Am I Single?? A question that is so common among the singles around us! I drilled down to unearth some reasons behind it, which I could better explain wth some cases. Below are some of those -

Case #234 He was of the first bench types in college, and ended up looking at the lecturers more than the gals in class.

Case #77 Even though he was of the 'cool' types of guys in college, he does look at gals, but out of the 15 odd gals in the class, if the count of the good-looking/compatible/friendly gals was only less than the number of fingers of one hand, and 2 of them are already 'engaged' and one is 'padaku' the other two are not of that 'type'.

Case #420 Somehow he managed to find his so called 'soulmate' in the college or outside the college through whatever means it takes, he would end up hitting on that gal, ignoring the other better prospective options around him (gals from the other branches, juniors :-) , gals in the neighborhood of his home, and the gals he met during his family outings and functions).

If the gal doesn't bitch around him, he is safe, his relationship sustains, if not he would end up receiving a wedding invite from her, and a note stating " you would get a better gal than me!" (the guy's wtf look says that he wouldn't mind she marrying some stupid, instead he is worried now to start the process again, search -> filter -> hit -> miss -> hit -> time out -> Game over!! )

Case #95/100 Being a 'good' student, he thought let me complete my studies, get placed, then will think of that. (now what the f**k, do you think those gals gonna wait for you to finish your f**king formalities, grow up dude!!).

Case#356 That's fine, I will find someone in my office. B***s.. Do you think the gals around are still single like you, and you are the cupid to attract them! Ok, there would still be a faint chance here, but still it would fail because of the below sub-cases -

Case#356a - Yeah.. the gal is a real-beauty (Her kid's name is Teddy!)

Case#356b - Macha.. I guess I could hit on her, but she is always busy (WTF.. she is busy on Gtalk, talking to her would-be husband)

Case#356c - 'Hey a new intern in our team, she looks quite cool' (Yes, her bf too, he is in the other team ;-)

Case#1000 The philosopher. Whatever happens, happens for the good . (then f**king keep waiting..!!! )