Rice & Toilet

This is about the mixed feelings I have in my lungs for unlimited amount of fun and torture availed in never ending wedding functions.

The most enchanting experience which has a revolving screen saver in my head right now, is one of my cousin sister's marriage. I remember that legendary scene where my mother's five sister are having lunch with their respective kids. Before describing my take on the whole situation, let me explain a little about sisters here.

These sisters come with various size and shape.
They have kids of amount equal or greater than two.
They all had a repetitive task to produce kids unless they made a baby boy.
In life, they generally are after food, bitching and sleep in the respective order.
They are super critical of their husband and their habits.
They are very possessive for their kids and can kill anybody who denies fetching snacks or balloons from 2 km distant balloon shop.

On the contrary, they are the one who carry out and organize a wedding in the family with finesse. They are super in arranging things and become a part of task for household when it comes to marriage especially that of a girl. They are in strong support of girls in family and scatter true blessings. I simply love them.

So this a scene when all these five creatures are sitting in afternoon to get served with food before evening marriage functions. The moment food comes, everybody reach to the state of oblivion. We have no noises around and the lady cook is working on food like Jackie chain working on Kung Fu. She might have prepared zillions of breads that day. So in between this action packed sequence, Father spots brother with an intensity of emotion like that of a Rahul Gandhi in UP elections. He reaches to him and asks him the reason he is not eating and looking tense instead. Before listening to anything, he already has thrown light on three bathrooms around the house in case he has an upset stomach. Brother's face intensity has now risen to the power of two post Father's suggestion to visit that part of the house which he and I decided to avoid for whole stay.

So now, brother cuts the father in between and asks him how to eat rice which were very particular in shape and reminded him of Hiroshima nuclear weapon instead. The rice was totally mashed and was served in the shape of a mini cake. He just did not know how to handle cake with paneer gravy. So father laughed on this dilemma of poor brother and make him understand that while whole world pour gravy to rice so that they can mix it and feed their-selves; you might just want to cut this rice cake and dip in gravy and feel awesome.

Onto this great procedure, me and brother exchanged looks with a promise that we have to laugh ass off on this back home. Anyways, we enjoyed that wedding like anything while I am sure those neighbour did not, whose house was made available to us for wedding stay. We all relative gave a strong competition to the sewer system of toilets and in the end, we faced an over flowing toilet which was not a good sight in morning and everybody tried their stupendous efforts to leave the house before anybody gets to know.

That wedding was a simple joyride. Lot to talk but then this is it for now.