Its a match made in heaven.. they say about marriage. A close friend of mine between whoops of joy and glorious bouts of enthusiasm has explained to me that her brother has finally given the fugitive nod..for marriage. So what are we talking here? About long relief and happiness-induced bouts of gyrating by rolls-of-fat aunties and almost-passed-out uncles. Of course, everyone truns up for the reception fresh as a daisy to wish the couple thrown into the circus . Some people bring the money to wish them luck and maybe cover up the expenses for the buffet their going to drown into- mintues after getting off stage. Now i dont mind this extravagance. But what gets my grey cells is this arranged marriage funda. A guy and girl are thrown into holy matrimony with a an inkling of an idea about the other person. I mean, how much can a joker parade with tea cups reveal? And cheeky parents suggesting "take 15 mins alone" isnt really my idea of a date. After which, as the situation gets more awkward the dads crack crass jokes and mom cast appreciative eyes and shake thier heads at their hilarious husbands. The kids cringe, passing an eye around the place for a possible way to duck this show. A buffet of namkeens and sweets are laid out, enough to keep one on the treadmill for a long time. And at the end of this evening, as the family heads back home, the possible groom and bride remain clueless. I think live-ins are more fun. Forewarned ir better.