Judgmental opinions

The Parsi wedding was better than what I imagined it would be like. I expected a lot of Parsis doing a lot of Parsi stuff speaking Parsi language and that I would be sticking out like a sore thumb in it all. I was pleasantly surprised with the decor and more surprised with the guest list. The male of the Parsi species were in their sparkling white coats and black round hats, pot bellies sticking out proudly. The female of the species were more colourful with no two women wearing similar dresses. The ceremony was Hindu like with a white sheet between bride and groom and the two "priests" (rabbi?) chanting something. The arrival of the bride onto the wedding platform was greeted with somebody hollering "Here comes the bride!" The ceremony was over in a jiffy and the music began with the DJ announcing that the bar was open!! While the men made a bee line for the bar, umpteen varieties of snacks made the rounds. There was tiny mutton samosas, pakodas made of cheese and ...

The six year old twins waiting eagerly on the steps of the hotel room the return of their parents who have been out on the beach since morning could tear anybody’s heart in anguish. For, their parents got drowned in the morning in the waters of Mandovi river on Miramar beach. The children don’t know this and are waiting on the door steps wondering why their parents are out so long. The couple, along with a few of their friends staying in the same hotel had gone for a early morning stroll on the beach. The gentle breeze with white surf of the waves were too tempting for them to dip into the water. They were warned by the hotel staff that the waters were dangerous for swimming, but for them, it seemed an absurd warning. For the water looked so gentle and the beach too shallow. The warnings of the dangers appeared far fetched, and the lure of the beach over powering. Yet, one current of water drew them towards the sea and engulfed them into its womb. By then it was too late. The power of ...