Being the spoil sport and wet blanket that I am, my daughter must have hated watching the Royal Wedding on TV with me breathing down her neck with some witty uncalled remarks (I think) on the side. I was not there by choice. I was quietly running on the treadmill when she barged in and conquered the remote control. I just could not understand why a girl who is preparing for her exams could not resist the temptation to waste 3 hours of her precious time watching something which makes little sense. At least 5 channels on the cable were dedicated to bring live coverage of the event (BBC,CNN, E!,Granada TV(iTV) and NTV7.)
Hey, you cannot blame her, can you? Exactly 30 years ago, the world (especially young, single and teenage girls) went agape over the Lady D-Prince Charles wedding which was shown in full regatta. To them it is Mills and Boons in real life - Prince Charming sweeping you off your feet and taking you to Never Never Land far far away. Looking at the eventual outcome, they should have never never done it in the first place. He just swept her under the carpet.
Every girl in 1981 wanted to have a Lady D haircut and some even went suicide blonde!
What is all this farce, anyway? People of all cultures seem to enjoy other peoples' public declaration of private intent (i.e. wedding). Anyway, in this age and time, it is an accepted norm for young couple to do all the things that married couples do before the matrimonial knot. Is marriage just a certificate to enable the father's name to be legally printed on the birth certificate? (Is only maternity real and paternity fiction that only DNA can determine?) Co-habitation in love nests which bores offspring in norm in modern times, so why marry? Same gender marriage is acceptable too.
The sanctity and the undisputed loyalty (till death do us apart) of the institution of marriage have been tarnished by these subset of species of beings who brought about the legal jargon 'prenuptial agreement', which Paul McCartney found the hard way that money indeed can buy love. Yeah! Yeah Yeah!
Coming to the live coverage per se, if Amma were to view it, she would have commented that there is just not enough merry making to qualify for a wedding. There is just not enough panoramic kaleidoscopic colour and noise to hallmark that a wedding was actually going on. Everybody seem to be dressed in monotonous hues and all guys were in black, as if there were at a funeral. That's Amma's outlook!
The coverage was a boring affair (wrong choice of word) for me, at least. There was nothing exciting happening, so the compere had to kill time by talking about clothes' designers, who is wearing whose design (the same designer design both the grim faced Mr & Mrs Beckham's hat! David's hat look like 1930 Fred Astaire's one- nothing earth shattering), the wedding gowns of yesteryear bla, bla... And these also involved full grown alpha male anchormen, for heaven sake!
Just to kill time, they were interviewing people in the crowd over sweet nothings. UK's who's who were shown trickling in one by one ... Beckhams, Elton John and partner, Mr & Mrs David Cameron...dressed to kill fashionably literally to their heels, posing gleefully to the roving cameras. Most of the ladies were donning funny giant mollusk-like contraption, sometimes with tentacles called hats - seem in vogue- well, that's haute couture for you and me.
Don't ask me what happened after that!
I finished my exercise and got ready for work, like what mere mortal like us would do. Mortals would also have to work hard to finance our own weddings, unlike some whose are state sanctioned public events sponsored by the national coffers.
Of course, many people benefit from this mammoth merrymaking. The British monarchy exerts their presence to the world, telling them that they still sell and are still relevant at this time and age, (Whatever it means!), that they are very much adored by the masses. Then, there are the media moguls who are laughing incessantly to the bank after creating a mountain out of a mole hill (which is their specialty). The hairdressers and fashion designers or whatever name they go with, can make a grand killing. And not to forget the little people, vendors, florists, mom-n-pop convenience stores and others who would prosper at least for the season.
By tomorrow, it is back to life, back to reality. Today's merry making will slowly slide to the horizon and something else will manifest from the other side!
Tomorrow may rain, so I will follow the sun...
Hey, you cannot blame her, can you? Exactly 30 years ago, the world (especially young, single and teenage girls) went agape over the Lady D-Prince Charles wedding which was shown in full regatta. To them it is Mills and Boons in real life - Prince Charming sweeping you off your feet and taking you to Never Never Land far far away. Looking at the eventual outcome, they should have never never done it in the first place. He just swept her under the carpet.Every girl in 1981 wanted to have a Lady D haircut and some even went suicide blonde!
What is all this farce, anyway? People of all cultures seem to enjoy other peoples' public declaration of private intent (i.e. wedding). Anyway, in this age and time, it is an accepted norm for young couple to do all the things that married couples do before the matrimonial knot. Is marriage just a certificate to enable the father's name to be legally printed on the birth certificate? (Is only maternity real and paternity fiction that only DNA can determine?) Co-habitation in love nests which bores offspring in norm in modern times, so why marry? Same gender marriage is acceptable too.
The sanctity and the undisputed loyalty (till death do us apart) of the institution of marriage have been tarnished by these subset of species of beings who brought about the legal jargon 'prenuptial agreement', which Paul McCartney found the hard way that money indeed can buy love. Yeah! Yeah Yeah!
Coming to the live coverage per se, if Amma were to view it, she would have commented that there is just not enough merry making to qualify for a wedding. There is just not enough panoramic kaleidoscopic colour and noise to hallmark that a wedding was actually going on. Everybody seem to be dressed in monotonous hues and all guys were in black, as if there were at a funeral. That's Amma's outlook!
The coverage was a boring affair (wrong choice of word) for me, at least. There was nothing exciting happening, so the compere had to kill time by talking about clothes' designers, who is wearing whose design (the same designer design both the grim faced Mr & Mrs Beckham's hat! David's hat look like 1930 Fred Astaire's one- nothing earth shattering), the wedding gowns of yesteryear bla, bla... And these also involved full grown alpha male anchormen, for heaven sake!
Just to kill time, they were interviewing people in the crowd over sweet nothings. UK's who's who were shown trickling in one by one ... Beckhams, Elton John and partner, Mr & Mrs David Cameron...dressed to kill fashionably literally to their heels, posing gleefully to the roving cameras. Most of the ladies were donning funny giant mollusk-like contraption, sometimes with tentacles called hats - seem in vogue- well, that's haute couture for you and me.
Don't ask me what happened after that!
I finished my exercise and got ready for work, like what mere mortal like us would do. Mortals would also have to work hard to finance our own weddings, unlike some whose are state sanctioned public events sponsored by the national coffers.
Of course, many people benefit from this mammoth merrymaking. The British monarchy exerts their presence to the world, telling them that they still sell and are still relevant at this time and age, (Whatever it means!), that they are very much adored by the masses. Then, there are the media moguls who are laughing incessantly to the bank after creating a mountain out of a mole hill (which is their specialty). The hairdressers and fashion designers or whatever name they go with, can make a grand killing. And not to forget the little people, vendors, florists, mom-n-pop convenience stores and others who would prosper at least for the season.
By tomorrow, it is back to life, back to reality. Today's merry making will slowly slide to the horizon and something else will manifest from the other side!
Tomorrow may rain, so I will follow the sun...
The ponnu will look sooi tomorrow.
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