Wedding dinners Lighter Side of Life
It is the marriage season again and a host of invitations arrive at your doorstep, either through mail, couriers or in person, the last of course becoming rarer and rarer these days. The excitement starts once you see who the party is and it turns to ecstasy when your eyes run lower down to the most important part – ‘Reception followed by DINNER’. That is important as far as the ‘invitees’ are concerned.
However, to the lovers of music, the attraction is the musician’s name if it is a vocal concert or the instrumentalist’s, if it is violin, mandolin or a veena concert. To the majority sitting through the concert, it is the waiting period till dinner is served or sometimes till the newlyweds come up on stage to take their places and receive the invitees.
It is interesting to hear the comments that follow such occasions. Some comment on the looks of the couple, others on the jewellery the bride wore and her attire, yet others on the stage decor, but for most of the invitees, the food served on the occasion forms a major subject for discussion.
A woman I met a couple of days after a wedding remarked on the looks of the bride, saying she was not at all a match for a handsome boy like Raj. When asked whether she enjoyed the good food at the reception, she said with a chuckle, “I expected a grand dinner, a multi-cuisine spread like you have at buffets these days, considering the status of the parents of the bride, but it was only the traditional south Indian meal, and the dessert also was not rich…”
Another couple who attended a wedding in one of the well-known hotels in the city had this to say, “Oh, the food was just horrible, none of the dishes was hot except rice, and the whole service was so impersonal, none of the family members was present to oversee the service, which made it worse. No second helpings of any of the side dishes. This is the problem if receptions are held in hotels.”
The most ‘interesting’ comments came from a woman who attended a society wedding held at a very posh marriage hall. She described the various dishes one by one, going meticulously into every detail and how she enjoyed every one of them and promptly ended up with a stomach upset the next morning. “I could not resist the rich fare, you know, and I wanted to taste every dish and overate in the process.”
Who is to blame for this, I thought. At least she had something nice to say about the dinner, unlike the other invitees, who only picked faults. The thought left me with a pleasant feeling.
N. Meera Raghavendra Rao