Weddings in Sikkim have been a
regular feature in my itinerary in the last few years. Still, I suppose, I can
count the ones where I have genuinely had a good time. Of these, the one I
attended yesterday is the latest entry. My school friend and a very close buddy
right through my college days was getting married. I was stuck with some college work
till as late as 4pm after which I rushed home to get ready and make it in time
for the wedding. I reached the venue at 6 pm, accompanied by my father, brother
and niece.
Due to the ongoing tourist
season, hotels are reluctant to lease out their halls for any function except seminars,
precisely why my friend had to book a three star hotel with a reception hall in
the basement. The hall was rather stuffy and in need of, either, numerous fans
or multiple air conditioners. We sat in the corner table. I felt a little bad
that my father had to be seated with us while his juniors and seniors sat
nearby. He seemed comfortable in our company but I was not happy with the
arrangement. Finally my uneasiness was cured when dad got engaged in a deep
conversation with a Minister of the State in another part of the hall. My
father has always been a talker or a lecturer as we like to call him. With
his current posting as the Chairman of a Hydel Project, he is more than happy
to share the details of this so-called lucrative project with anyone who
cares to listen. The hard working man and meticulous for detail that he is, he
has come to learn a lot about running a company within a short span of time.
While I was enjoying my snacks
over a glass of Sprite, I whatsapped my sister to ask her if she intended to
attend the wedding at all? She, ofcourse, must have gotten irritated with my
well intentioned message and did not bother to reply. But she did walk in after
about an hour of us getting there. My seven year old niece was also present. We
did not get to spend much time talking since she had a lot of catching up to do
with her friend, who was also the groom’s elder sister. Feeling the heat in the
hall, I decided to go upstairs with my niece. We sat in the lobby for
sometime before we realized that our friends were seated in the floor
above. It was here that I got to
converse with a few lost pals. There was a wee bit diversion towards politics
but the topic steered back to life, career and employment soon enough. After
dinner (it was almost 10pm by then) we headed back to the top floor. The camera
man was ready with his tool so all we had to do was pose. Of the many pictures
we took, I particularly loved this one posted below for the sheer fact that it is something we will cherish for life. The idea behind the photograph came to us
in-the-moment. Look at the joy reflecting in every smile!
After the session, we danced for
the next two hours before I finally decided to call it a night.
Another happy memory added to my
list of favourite weddings. Cheers.
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