Not that I intend on becoming an Urban Development Minister or even a wedding planner for that matter, my hatred for Delhi roads will never seem to cease; but that apart -- there were some 30,000 wedding in the Capital last evening. Now knowing the city that even an impossible traffic jam can build up if one chap decides to park his car on the highway to take a leak -- everything seems so lucidly chaotic.
First I wondered how alarming a number it is to know that 60,000 (sex equally divided, I guess) will be tying the nupital knot. Then I fear about thinking of a time will come when I will have to be a part of this circus, and how embarassing it would be (getting married). And then -- oh man! -- just imagine knowing that a close to 60,000 people would be getting layed that same night. But that too apart -- I suppose, understanding of any self-deserving Dilli wedding, there have to be at least 500 families invited to each of them.
Just imagine how many cars would they be, 1,50,00,000? That's heck of a lot of cars, ain't it? But Delhi's roads don't mind, not only are they stubborn with the amount of piss pissed on them but they have also been abused for a bloody good time.
So while I was stuck outside TC heading to Saket for a bloody hour -- which is barely a 10 minute distance -- I looked about from that wonderful view from the auto at the endless list of cars. There were a couple of wedding cars -- they're the one's which have thousand flowers stuck on them with tape -- all honking. Which seemed a pretty site. See you're finally getting married, after all these years, and now you're on your way to a farmhouse to attend it, but you can't reach. Screwed and stranded, while your bride waits for you and all the uncles and aunts. Sheesh.