In the rush to live a glorious life, do we forget our roots? Something in your life always calls for a tug of nostalgia. I love weddings, I think that's the memory of my childhood I really remember. The sangeet times and all the stupid stunts we did there. The pull of a good song will always end up turning the amp of the atmosphere high. These are the times where people have choreographed performances or dance to the tune of the DJ. Kids these days will never really live the fun times of wedding functions. How all the old ladies of the house sing the corniest or the most naughtiest of songs that leave you flabbergasted. Songs like Latthe di Chadar, Aloo bare karare, Kala Shah, Din Sagna Da, Bhai Karele Walaya, Chitta kukar, and oh so many of these songs are the backbone to my culture.
Weddings are the best time for the older ones to share the traditions and I've always been hungry for such legacies. Learning the dholki, playing with spoons, singing songs and celebrating life. The memories keep coming back including how dad used to sing (forced and pleaded) but eventually he did. I wonder looking back how so many memories have escaped me.
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