The not-so fat fat wedding

Firstly, apologises for not writing for so long. Blame on all packed schedule and sheer laziness. Anyways, there is a lot to update u guys about.
Back to February 1...
Well... this was all a big big family jamboree.. I got to meet old and newer old relatives who i never knew existed. The occasion was my cousin sister's wedding. So, early morning, all three of us - baba, me and varun (minus aaji for all inevitable reasons) - drove our way down straight to the marriage venue at Dadar.
The place carries a family history of sorts. If not for this place, may be I wouldn't have existed. This is a place where my aatya got married, where my parents first met. And after four years, they choose to get married in the same place. :) My eldest cousin got married here and now the second one was getting married here again too.
Anyways, so there was meeting a bunch load of relatives. Among all, my favourite one was my french-speaking uncle... I was delighted to speak french with him. Both of us were struggling with our, 'J'ai oulblie tout le francias", "Oui, mais un peu". To me the feeling was like, what one would feel to stand in front of your first love. Yes, it is ma premiere amour - le francias :). It filled me up with so much strength and made me believe in myself .... made me content. I miss it.
A blooper - All these sweet talking relatives were extra extra sweet to me. All where like, "Oh, so you are a journalist at times of india"... (SO WHAT?) "Oh, you just look like Barkha Dutt".. (WATEVER) Then my dear mausi - was trying to hard sell the fact to baba that we should start searching for a suitable boy for me which my dear father discarded saying that she can fend for herself. It really made me glad .. to get that reassurance again and again is a nice feeling.
Slowing the feeling started sinking that there were bunch loads of mallus at the venue. When mausi explained that the bridegroom was half mallu catholic. Ahhh.. no wonder, i thought but how did i always manage to surround myself around THE MALLUS, gods know. And then, there was Maharashtra CM who choose to grace the venue and bless the married couple. He stole away all the attention, nobody was interested in the bride & groom anymore..
With all the hoopla around, the sister finally got married. Its so different to have a girl in your family married. It is so difficult, to send that piece of your heart away. However, modernised we are... somethings will always remain the same.
PS: I was wearing a saree and felt like a nice fat aunty.