A friend recently shared the details of his daughter’s upcoming wedding. I was taken aback by the budget. Three days filled with lavish feasts, choreographed dances, drone photography, designer outfits, and jewelry that could fund a middle-class family's dreams. It felt less like a wedding and more like a movie premiere on steroids.
Weddings, once quiet and sacred, have transformed into extravagant competitions. Some resemble five-day Test matches, while elite celebrations unfold in palaces, yachts, or private islands, often featuring celebrities paid to perform. Meanwhile, regular guests line up to bless the couple, and to squeeze themselves in a two-second clip that no one watches again.
Much of this madness stems from a toxic question: “What will others think?” Families break fixed deposits and mortgage their peace of mind to avoid appearing small. In today’s world, hosting a simple wedding requires more courage than throwing an extravagant one.
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Here’s the cruel irony: the bigger the spectacle, the quicker some marriages collapse. Once the lights dim, real life begins without event managers or choreographers. There are no retakes. Communication falters, patience thins, and expectations inflate. Many couples start their journey not with shared dreams but with shared EMIs.
A quiet shift is also occurring. More women are choosing dignity over silent endurance, walking away from unhappy marriages. Some delay or skip the institution entirely, fearing it may cost them their space and peace. This isn’t rebellion; it’s self-respect. Brave
We often forget that strong relationships rest on three quiet, priceless pillars: Love, Trust, and Respect. Lose one, and the entire structure trembles.
So, when the next shimmering invite arrives, enjoy the food, smile for the photos, and wish the couple something no gift can deliver - a future that outlasts the last dance.
What’s your take? Big fat wedding or none at all?
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