When a caterer’s son decides to get married, he should always remain extra cautious that food is the underlining factor of all the occasions that take place in his life.
With hopes riding high on food and quite a handful of guests in attendance, the premise of Dipankar’s wedding reception seemed to be pleasantly perfect. Making it on time proved fruitful for us as guests. At least we were saved of catching a glimpse of the glamorous photo sessions where the couples are made to look like clowns. Made to sit comfortably on two thrones Dipankar & his wife Geetashree resembled Romeo & Juliet truly in love. Luckily we also happened to be the first to compliment the couple with an envelope of cash. Greedy to be photographed, I made it a point to smile at my best. But distractions of flashing bulbs never make me look like the Mr. Right; girls would drool upon. After wishing the very best to the couple, we were back to our pre occupied seats in the audience. While I had just taken to treating myself to the vegetarian kebabs, the pleasantries arrived in typical Bengali form. Geetashree’s family members carefully carried them in their palms. After an unending round of seeking blessings, Dipankar & Geetashree were finally smiling again for the audience and of course for the camera. Then the host, Dipankar’s loving dad made an announcement, “Dinner is being served”. The venue being an open ground was already susceptible to intrusions. So, in stead of the guests taking it to the buffet… barged in the slumdogs. Not in groups but in hoards. Within 30 minutes like a tornado they gulped away with all the interesting food items. Then arrived our turn, the bhadraloks (gentlemen). Surprisingly nothing of much interest was to be found to lay our hands on. The plates had disappeared, the spoons had escaped and the vessels were visible half empty. The queue refused to move ahead. Unavailability of spoons still didn’t deter the invincible. They bounced on the food with bare hands. The noodles too were not spared of being taken to the plate with dirty hands. The rasogollas (paneer balls dipped in sugar syrup) yelled painfully while they were being squeezed by dirty fingers and the rasmalais were looking for ways to flee the event. Thankfully God had mercy on us mother and son duo. At least we returned home with a stomach filled with not food but love and respect shown to us by Dipankar, his lovely wife, his loving dad and his concerned mother. What still surprised me was the indifferent attitude of some guests towards Dipankar’s dad! They have known him for over 10 years. But they chose not to support him when the slumdogs were busy looting the venue of all the delicious food. I still feel the presence of a security guard at the entrance could have served the purpose. But as we were poised to leave, I turned back to look at Deepankar; clicked a snap of him and his cute wife and invited them over lunch/dinner to our Garib Khaana.
I simply hope the guests who fall in the bhadralok category could have been a little lenient towards the Bhadras. Contradicting the situation, I would say the entire event was truly Bengali and the ambience simply infectious for the many smiles I caught a glimpse of single and married females dressed in vibrantly coloured saris & unrevealing dress materials. And I am sure; the couple is going to live a lovely married life for years to come.
This one is for you Dipankar and Geetashree: Life is full of surprises. Keep surprising each other when two eyes meet each other.
- vociferous
With hopes riding high on food and quite a handful of guests in attendance, the premise of Dipankar’s wedding reception seemed to be pleasantly perfect. Making it on time proved fruitful for us as guests. At least we were saved of catching a glimpse of the glamorous photo sessions where the couples are made to look like clowns. Made to sit comfortably on two thrones Dipankar & his wife Geetashree resembled Romeo & Juliet truly in love. Luckily we also happened to be the first to compliment the couple with an envelope of cash. Greedy to be photographed, I made it a point to smile at my best. But distractions of flashing bulbs never make me look like the Mr. Right; girls would drool upon. After wishing the very best to the couple, we were back to our pre occupied seats in the audience. While I had just taken to treating myself to the vegetarian kebabs, the pleasantries arrived in typical Bengali form. Geetashree’s family members carefully carried them in their palms. After an unending round of seeking blessings, Dipankar & Geetashree were finally smiling again for the audience and of course for the camera. Then the host, Dipankar’s loving dad made an announcement, “Dinner is being served”. The venue being an open ground was already susceptible to intrusions. So, in stead of the guests taking it to the buffet… barged in the slumdogs. Not in groups but in hoards. Within 30 minutes like a tornado they gulped away with all the interesting food items. Then arrived our turn, the bhadraloks (gentlemen). Surprisingly nothing of much interest was to be found to lay our hands on. The plates had disappeared, the spoons had escaped and the vessels were visible half empty. The queue refused to move ahead. Unavailability of spoons still didn’t deter the invincible. They bounced on the food with bare hands. The noodles too were not spared of being taken to the plate with dirty hands. The rasogollas (paneer balls dipped in sugar syrup) yelled painfully while they were being squeezed by dirty fingers and the rasmalais were looking for ways to flee the event. Thankfully God had mercy on us mother and son duo. At least we returned home with a stomach filled with not food but love and respect shown to us by Dipankar, his lovely wife, his loving dad and his concerned mother. What still surprised me was the indifferent attitude of some guests towards Dipankar’s dad! They have known him for over 10 years. But they chose not to support him when the slumdogs were busy looting the venue of all the delicious food. I still feel the presence of a security guard at the entrance could have served the purpose. But as we were poised to leave, I turned back to look at Deepankar; clicked a snap of him and his cute wife and invited them over lunch/dinner to our Garib Khaana.
I simply hope the guests who fall in the bhadralok category could have been a little lenient towards the Bhadras. Contradicting the situation, I would say the entire event was truly Bengali and the ambience simply infectious for the many smiles I caught a glimpse of single and married females dressed in vibrantly coloured saris & unrevealing dress materials. And I am sure; the couple is going to live a lovely married life for years to come.
This one is for you Dipankar and Geetashree: Life is full of surprises. Keep surprising each other when two eyes meet each other.
- vociferous
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