Wedding Plans

I finally met the lady who's been helping my parents plan out my wedding. As we were sitting with her, looking at pictures and trying to decide what kind of decor to use, I couldn't help thinking of the wedding planner from Father Of The Bride, and the scene where everybody is looking at his album for wedding cakes and other stuff. That guy was quite a ridiculously amusing character, I must say. Mine is much more sensible. She is still quite amusing, though.

There are some random bits of gyaan I picked up today. There is such a concept of dishes that are inappropriate for a wedding dinner. Apparently my mom thinks that Dum Aloo and Kadhi Pakora fall into that category. I let her eliminate the Aloo, but I kept the Kadhi because a certain good friend of mine is a big fan of Kadhi. There is also a concept of coordinating decor with the bride's outfit. The color scheme needs to match. Wow. And I thought it was a big deal that people these days ensure that the groom's sherwani matches the bride's lehenga!

I feel like quoting Steve Martin from Father Of The Bride here today.

I used to think a wedding was a simple affair. Boy and girl meet, they fall in love, he buys a ring, she buys a dress, they say I do. I was wrong. That's getting married. A wedding is an entirely different proposition. I know. I've just been through one. Not my own, my daughter's. Annie Banks Mackenzie. That's her married name: Mackenzie. You fathers will understand. You have a little girl. An adorable little girl who looks up to you and adores you in a way you could never have imagined. I remember how her little hand used to fit inside mine. Then comes the day when she wants to get her ears pierced, and wants you to drop her off a block before the movie theater. From that moment on you're in a constant panic. You worry about her meeting the wrong kind of guy, the kind of guy who only wants one thing, and you know exactly what that one thing is, because it's the same thing you wanted when you were their age. Then, you stop worrying about her meeting the wrong guy, and you worry about her meeting the right guy. That's the greatest fear of all, because, then you lose her. It was just six months ago that that happened here. Just six months ago, that the storm broke.