I have been out of town for the last few days attending a wedding in the family. I had a wonderful time meeting cousins, countless nieces and nephews and of course over-loading on food and booze. I tell ya, no one does it as flaboyantly as the north indians.
Boisterous beats of dholki
Sounds of women singing Shava Shadak Teri Bodhi mere hath
(A folk song telling the tale of a couple getting physical while fighting)
A bevvy of nubile PYTs dancing to the song
A few young guys drowning their frustrations in glasses of whisky
When I asked them “Abby Oye, why such long faces, any longer, you would be cows”
The poor boys replied
“Dammit, any wedding we go to, the prettiest gals are our cousins …. I tell ya Bhua, we are the most unlucky dudes in town!”
Now that is a unique problem
I sat with them and sympathised with their bad luck for a while. The dholki was abandoned for the DJ playing Emosanal Attyachar ………
I suddenly had a brainwave. Hmmm Bacardi is known to get the brain cells jump start at crucial moments
Phoenixritu spake “Guys, view point change karo. Dont go for pretty, go for earthy, sexy and hot! Forget Katrina and Juhi, go for Sameera, Shamita, Malaika types. Sex up your lives, kiddos. Add some excitement”
My bacardi was over. There was silence on the table. I think I did good there
Wonder if they’ll bring a sizzler home?????