Philharmonic All Indan Wedding Satire

Philharmonic All Indan Wedding Satire

In the night is when you can get a feeling of being in Las Vegas Nevada in India.Here in Jamshedpur in the night with cars clipping your pant's cuffs, an Indo generic German umpah pah but distant connection to a beat that is really carried by the drums spurs the men to dance in which they reflect what the groom with do to the bride on wedding night, or what she might be in for. Whichever, after connecting to the life in small villages in India, I'm more than sure the bride gets up running from her drunk husband come the big shah-bang, real deal honey moon. I'm equally as sure the virgin is then explained what next by her parents. Kind of like perform, or get beat up or be displeased with.

In short this is kind of like the humiliation test a woman must endure to make sure she is still a virgin by doing a two finger insertion test. After all if she's bigger than two fingers she can't be a virgin because Indian men are not supposed not to be bigger than two fingers.

With that said the bride gets to think about it and under the will of whichever deity the township worships, she offers it up in good humiliating faith.

The twist is. If she's not as good as the women who gyrate take after take in Bollywood on India's MTV for the effect of perfection, I'm sure the guy feels shorted.

To keep old faiths functioning, isn't it wise to have these village women get into the groove of things and learn some MTV moves to pull the wool over the groom.

So in conclusion, let there be a check list of daring feats of contortion torqued twist filled with bob popping rap like giggling body parts to make the groom's eye pop out.

With this in mind, I'm sure the small village man will say in Hindu "I'm finished way before he can get stared and fall asleep".