The not-so-coy bride Meghan Markle wore shades of commonwealth on the Ivory silk dress and mounted a fashion statement saying I do for love is the only way. A Givenchy love promising happily ever after for Prince Harry and her Meghan sporting sustainable affection. Go eco-friendly affection, they said pretty much like our Desi sustainable Gods statues we immerse at every festival celebrated with fanfare in India to avoid pollution. Only if Harry and Meghan were eco-friendly statues!
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Who can beat this love the Karan Johar and Aditya Chopra way, except it wasn’t celebrated in the Swiss Alps in royally fashion but in their own darbar, the Kingdom. Now, what will happen to our Khadi industry bearing the brunt for years! It ain’t a colonial wedding, they told us. Post the hullaboo where every Indian worth its salt celebrated in Royally fashion munching popcorn and glued on TV thinking it was Dilwale Dulhaniya Le jayenge reloaded. I am wondering, who stole my bride! Where is my Meghan Markle! I am feeling royal like Devdas in the search for his Princess to marry in the Big Fat Indian style. Wait! Wait! The stratosphere is heating up. Blame it on global warming. I could have married at Indian Gate, with my bride doing a Rani Padmini. Censored! Karni Sena would ban my marriage with lathi, stones and set ablaze my mandap. Poor Sanjay Leela Bhansali knows something about it. What!! Nobody ever thought of making a film on Prince Harry and Meghan, spending their honeymoon at the Taj Mahal and after all, every royal lineage visit to recreate an amorous escapade. I ain’t speaking about our Kohinoor staring and smiling at them, decoding the lotus flower on the new bride’s veil…cho chweet…doe-eyed!
We would have died of envy at the display of our lotus flower and perhaps the crown was daydreaming about their new-found love for India thinking it’s a plant version of the Kohinoor diamond, almost singing, ‘Mein tere mohabbat yoon pagal ho ja oonga…ab aisa lagta hai.’ Itne pyar and sugary love for us…mein satke jawan.’ Now, you see Sir Prince and his bride has put India on the world map. Who should take credit for this suddenly luv shuv for us? Our own Pradhan Mantri-ji Shri Narendra Modi. After all, his UK trip is paying big time. Now, everything that our PM touches turns into gold and the couple was inspired to parade the commonwealth and our lotus. Reason to make bhakts gung-ho about this Pyar Ishq aur Mohabbat, rediscovering love for us.
You dare complain about our own desi girl, Priyanka Chopra not wearing a saree and ghungroo at the royal wedding for failing to match up to the bride’s dress. Speaking about girls’ power aka spice girls getting a chance to ressucitate, there is our own Jaya Mausi! She’s a Jaitley and not to be confused with our own local Chancellor of Ex’chequor! Clueless! Our Finance Minister Arun Jaitley! The British angels told me Arun Sir and Jaya Mausi are unrelated, except she’s a has been politician. So shameless. Na laj! Na sharam. Our Jaya Mausi expected Priyanka Chopra to wear saree and break into an impromptu Desi girl dance…saree ke fall se! Nah! Maybe jigging to Harry Chahe Megan and Pinga re Pinga. Lady Diana wouldn’t have approved na Jayi-jo for the royal decorum has to be maintained at all cost. Logic, lady Jaya.
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