So as you all know i took a middle of the week break to attend my cousin's marriage.

I went there more for the joy of a road trip and less for the purpose of marriage. The trip was fun - In 36 hours i drove about 700kms, attended wedding almost whole night and finally reported back to work the next day!!

One major thing i have noticed is that i still feel very awkward and shy holding a daru ka gilaas (glass of alcohol) in front of my dad! my feet automatically tend to take me to the farthest corner away from the place where my dad is standing. I guess thats what you call the Indian culture which somehow got ingrained in my mind and body :O :O

The road trip was fun, especially driving in heavy fog, where you cant see beyond 20 meters! I switched on both the fog lights and hazard lights, still no improvement in visibility. And the most wonderful feeling comes when you switch to high beam - It seems as if you are driving in the clouds, and the foggy clouds hitting your face (wind-shield)every second! Awesome! (and dangerous too!)

I somehow love such places. Whenever i envision where i would be after 20 years, I imagine living in a similar small town, with life running at a much slower pace compared to delhi. Where people have no hurry to go anywhere. Where there are more social relations between the people and the term "complicated" relationships is unheard of.  I guess the traces of real life are left only in such places and what we live in Delhi is just the life of a machine running 24 hours a day to print money and nothing else...

Oh! I forgot to mention about the marriage! Well well, what do you wanna know about punjabi marriages? Think about the maximum show-off you can ever imagine, the maximum tamasha (even more than rakheejee!) and of course butter chicken and daaru are the national symbols of our community :D