Wedding preparations

This morning, I was rudely awakened early (a little hungover from the excess of partying last night) by a loud commotion downstairs. The pandal makers, the lightmen and the videgraphers and an odd carpenter had all arrived at thesame time. The Kundu family scurried around directing this, supervising that, much argument, disagreement, heated debates ensuing. The videographers wanted a pre-wedding shot of the family, sipping tea in the lawn - the calm before the storm so to speak. While dad did the last minute invitations over the phone, mom ran after the pandal makers scolding them whenever they tripped over one of her plants in the garden, beseeching them to stay a little longer during lunch time to move a few things here and there, swinging from being angry to being persuasive , like a pendulum. Brother was sent off to the market to buy the last minute tid bits and took close to two/three hours ambling in City Center - glad to get away from the chaos, confusion and commotion. The bride to be was delegated the responsibility of folding the mountain of clothes that had piled up and making the beds - good training huh? Things are finally getting back to normal in the late afternoon, after a thousand phonecalls, one thousand and one trips to the bank and to the market, and innumerable family huddles and strategizing. Its three thirty in the afternoon - we havent had lunch as yet. A soulful sitar, guitar fusion is playing its own tune downstairs. Mr. Sen called me thrice to say he is waiting at City Center with a friend to snaek a meeting before the formal do tomorrow. I am looking at the watch...ticking. Lunch is yet to be served....