The First Chinese Wedding!

Last evening I attended my first chinese wedding. At this stage in life, even a mention of weddings just seems to make me uncomfortable and till the last minute all I did was contemplate on how I could duck out of the situation. Trust me it sounded a really grave one. But then I went back home after work and got ready and suddenly felt it was inevitable hence just landed at Fullerton Hotel.

After having found the ballroom, I just walked in and was complimented by each of my colleagues for the way I looked. Immediate phase of feel good. I looked around and asked my colleagues where do I drop my Ang Pau, and they looked nearly shocked. I had walked past a registration desk who would receive it with a smile and then direct me to my table. Is this a wedding or a Seminar????

Thanks to Elaine for coming back with me there and helping me with it. I settled myself on the assigned BBC table and smiling at colleagues I kept thinking it is too much of a show piece. It almost looked like a scene from the Hollywood movies (pardon my ignorance as I have never really enjoyed weddings and especially not if it is not somebody in my immediate family where I have a decent control over things.

The only wedding that was like a dream and beautiful according to me was Arun and Renu's. Had written a complete piece on it and it is on the blog for reference if you like. And this one was such a contrast. Loud, lavish and reeked of alot of money spent. A huge screen that was running the pictures of the couple and then some videos and then the bridal walk and the toast.

It almost felt like they had done everything together for the purpose of making those moments to their wedding. All along I was having a good time but in my mind was skeptical of everything I saw. But then the couple walked up to the stage and there was a look they exchanged and I noticed it. It was that moment of truth for the the critic in me. They were truly happy to be together and unite in holy matrimony and that one thought just changed the way I was looking at everything until now. Suddenly, I realized they were celebrating their togetherness and willingness to be together like they wished to an they were having a great time. It may not be based on my sensibility but what the hell, I am not the one getting married so should I not just let them be.

That moment on I really began enjoying truly. The pictures and the conversations and then an after wedding party at MOS. I have recently started wearing lenses and it was hurting terribly after a long day but it failed ot dampen my spirits. I danced for hours and was sweating like a a pig. I had a great time.

The highlight of the evening was meeting a gentleman who called himself the great great grandson of Lord Byron. I remember my expressions really well. My jaws fell in awe of hims since he is related to one of my favourite poets. Then he started blabbering and abusing the poet and how he was under the Phoenix. None of it made sense anymore since he was drunk and was abusing somebody I respect immensely for his art. So, the conversation did not last long and I just ignored my way to the dance floor.

Please note none of my colleagues had even heard of Lord Byron. But ask then about Michael Bubble:)