Change is the unchangeable law of nature. The march of time has altered the custom of marriage substantially, squeezing the month-long celebration into a few hours' show that gives you little time to settle down.
To children, it's fun, and to teeny boppers the opportunity to attract the opposite sex. To men, it's extension of the professional discussions of the cocktail circuit, while women in their shimmering and prohibitive attire try to be the cynosure of all eyes. The fogeys look for reverence. Whatever be, for maintaining social relations, it has become necessary to attend weddings.
A few days ago, my family was invited to the wedding of my brother's fast friend. We all dolled up, and in proportion to the number of members attending, we also packed an appropriate gift.
At the venue, a waiter welcomed us into the big marquee, at the same time, shooing some hungry slum children gazing at food. After delicious hors d' oeuvres, we enjoyed the tangy cutlets. The word "lavish" would be short to describe the royal taste of the feast, and money seemed to have been splurged like water.
Amid the swanky ambience, it was an eyesore to watch people consume less and waste more. The wastage quotient was conspicuous and computable by a look at the dustbins. It was an entire world under a roof, a display of opulence to the hilt, yet there were unsatisfied guests, grumbling about food.
By midnight, the razzmatazz were about over. At the exit, we found the same poor urchins still yearning for leftovers from the party. I proffered an ice-cream to one and he paid gratitude with the look in his eyes. I asked myself about the object of throwing plush parties to feed the satiated.
If instead of wasting money and food during weddings, we could feed some of the starving people, it would earn the new couples true blessings. If everyone started this custom, society will be in fine fettle.
I'm a bachelor, and now hell bent on applying this thought at least during my wedding, with the hope to see my resolution converting into revolution.