It was my brother’s wedding last week. Yay! And, it was a typical Punjabi wedding. Now, if you are a Punjabi, you will react with another ‘Yay!’ But if you are a non-Punjabi and have any idea what a Punjabi wedding entails, you will most likely react with an ‘Oh Dear Lord!’

All Punjabis (me included), consider themselves to be the poster child of enjoyment. As we see it, we are full of style, joy and love. However, for others, we come across as North India on steroids. Our clothes & jewellery are brighter than the sun, and we pretty much live to eat, drink, and make merry instead of the other way round.

Anything that’s Punjabi has to be grand (read ‘over the top’). This wedding was no different. In terms of drama and glitter it could give a royal wedding a run for its money. So much so that it made me, a proud Punjabi, stand up and shout, ‘What the hell is going on??

I had seen a few family weddings before this, but the difference between being a guest and a host at a wedding is as big as being a visitor at a circus and being the animal performing in the ring. I quickly realised that the madness was too much to soak up without bloating up and drowning in the sea of weirdness. So I decided to live tweet the ‘event’ to help divert my attention and thus get through the three-day saga with my sanity intact. This is how is panned out:

So that was that. If you think the tweets were absurd and haphazard, congratulations! You got the right flavour of the wedding. It kind of felt like a 3-day movie marathon with all genres of movies thrown into the blender. There was romance, lots of comedy (mostly unintentional), some horror (makeup mayhem) and even science-fiction (remember the drones?).

The ‘fun’ didn’t end there though. I am sitting with a stack of more than 4000 photographs to sort through, which will be followed by video DVDs.

Breaking News: I have just been told that I have to attend a cousin sister’s wedding next weekend. OH DEAR LORD!