Random Scribblings

There will be bright lights in the marriage hall, women rustling around in heavy silk saris, sounds of music, perfumed smoke from the sacred fire, little children running around clueless of what's happening but enjoying the excitement and the girl you love looking uncharacteristically shy sitting beside you, waiting for that moment when the music peaks and the yellow thread is tied, moms blink back tears and people crowd around throwing coloured rice and flower petals showering blessings on you and your bride...

If the dream is not this, the girl is not right...

and maybe the right guy would feel thus:

trying to feel not very shy about his bare chest amidst shouts of attention from people with cams and trying to give a plastic look ... and not get very fussy with smoke around ... and respond to the shreiks and shouts of cousins and etc's in a battle of pouring colored rice grains... and then bend six feet down about a 100 times for blessings from octagenarians...