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Characterless story is what I should have called it. It was a decision I am never going to repent. On a fateful Saturday that is the 2nd of August 2011 when I had been invited to a marriage ceremony of A and D. It must be something of real excitement to meet your culture on foreign soil. I was all excited and geared up.

On the fine Saturday morning I decided to get some clothing, party wear. My getup was deceptively party wear. It was not my idea at all to dress up so formal into a wedding. After my Uncle’s persuasion who is my high command in USA, I couldn’t deny the idea. So it’s a Maroon Shirt with a little bit of glittering, an off white and grey color checked tie, a semi brown formal pant and off-white summer coat. I am sorry for the detailing but it has references where am I heading in later part of writing.

The weather was supportive to the dressing so was confident enough to survive my ill-famed dressing sense. We addresses to my Uncle, aunt and me. We reached the destination and there only pre ordained the time of leaving as 9PM. Entered the arena where every soul is a stranger whom you have to fight it out to make space. First introduction was to a lady in sky blue gown. She looked gorgeous and my sensory told me she was the bride. Then met the groom and congratulated him. Then met P family, who were standing in a corner as they also had less to look up to. Everyone had one question to me “Where are you studying?” I try to be cheesy, kept quoting my work history. Then like a “tree” in children’s drama I was standing still with uncle, when ultimate surprise came. Aunty came to me holding a small card and saying, "This is our table number, which one is you table during the reception?"

I was pale; thinking aunt is trying to see my reaction. But she was non-cringingly looking at me with enquiring eye towards the table where the cards lay. I thought world should end here. How you can give me just one hour to make friends and enjoy the festivity. I with heavy heart and heave went to the table to scan my name out and it is number 15. I came back and told aunt about the table I had to seat. Then with a momentary pause, I returned to the table and look for the rest of the table 15-er. It added more to the woes showing 5 more girls in the table and just three more guys. And the guys seem somewhat cousin’s brother etc depicted from the surnames. Eyes rolled over to find despicable situation which can be retraced to a week back when I willingly accepted the request to grace the occasion with my presence.

Then started aunty introduction, “he is the one whom I told you about”. This is a bit questionable and dwindling statement as the introduction was to a stranger and even the context of introduction. And from the other side came “Oh! Are you the one?” I willingly and very quizzically accepted with an Indian nod, which can be yes or a no. Then more questions like my job, my area of interest colleges etc. Then the topic went somewhere else and I had to excuse myself. I went to some place near the mini bar and cursed the moment when I threw my phone to the bed before leaving for the occasion as there would be lot many to talk to.

Then we all went inside the banquet hall. It was quite nicely decorated with Indian touch all around. The podium was decorated with roses and lilies. The carpet is brilliantly placed and chosen bright red color is exceptionally brilliant. There was a king sized couch with minute carving of flowers on the handles and at curves. There was a small, Agni kunda (fire place). Puja related stuffs are kept at place which is beyond my capability of detailing. There are small marble pillars on which Lord Ganesha statues are kept. I was going on and off due to strange faces rolling all around. There was an announcement saying now groom party would come, so please walk to the entrance of the hotel to welcome them.” I thought, now something worth watching would be happening. I saw the groom dancing all the time with a right thumb up sign like Barney in “How I met your mother”. He rocked the roads all along the small procession and also saw the bride dancing with him. I was surprised to see first marriage procession where bride is dancing all the time with the groom. And it was really a surprise package to see bride and groom both dancing in procession. Then someone said “A should watch how D is dancing”…