the madras sojourn

I Just got back to the quite and serene environs of my room from the usual and unusual hustle and bustle of an indian wedding for which i had gone to madras (i loathe calling it chennai). The question that would rise up now is "whose wedding was it?" and the answer is probably the most amusing one. It was my parents wedding and i am not drunk. I just came back from my parents' wedding. According to our customs all the rituals carried out during a wedding are repeated when a man turns 60 years. So we actually managed to re-live my parents wedding 25 years after the original one happened. As for me personally i attended any sort of family function after about 8 years. Come to think of it if this thing was a couple of years later it would've been a decade. Anyway in between the maddening arrangements i did manage to take time out to meet a friend with whom i had a long chat, who is actually the one i owe this blog to because it was she who even inspired me to start my blog. So here i am blogging away. This being my first attempt at blogging i guess any flaws in it can be pardoned though i do hope to improve on it. Will add more to the MADRAS SOJOURN at a more earthly hour.