Monday, October 13, 2008

Of mares and men

This past weekend, i shopped. Ate. Drank. And survived, In fact i'm almost feeling human after a long time. Through a drunken haze, i noticed two things i've probably never paid much attention to before.

  1. Most Chinese restaurants in Delhi (those which are not safely ensconced in pricey all-stars) have a paan shop right outside them. Huh?
  2. The volume of squealing children in the park on a Sunday evening is directly proportional to the intensity of your early evening hangover. Aaaarghhh!
Is that really a horse?

Nope. Probably the missus.

Which brings me to two random observations from Indian baraats (wedding processions). One, about the use of ghoris (mares). Why the female? My uneducated guess is that since the event marks the beginning of a journey in which the female is most probably going to be carrying your shit around, it's time to learn how to place your trust in the species, while riding, nearly blindfolded, amid exploding firecrackers.

Sit tight while others enjoy the ride.

Two, the bandwallahs alway play "Yeh Desh Hai Veer Jawanon Ka" (This is a nation of brave young men), right after the groom gets ready to vroom towards his fate. Why that particular song, I used to wonder, till a wise woman enlightened me. Saying something along the lines of 'blessed are the brave who take the plunge into the murky waters of matrimony' and all that.

But i think it's because none is braver than the one who has entrusted his life to a spooky old mare, well knowing that the wedding party is carrying a bag load of crackers, perhaps enough ammunition to blow up a mid-sized nation. But then that's just me. What's life without some murky waters, eh? And besides, if the shit gets too much to carry, all you gotta do, girl, is to just rear up those hind legs :)

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