Shining gulabjamuns, deep tan
Floating in huge pans.
Pots of misti doi at a corner…
The bride is Calcutta’s Ms Aparna.
Not a Sen, though, but a Chatterjee.
What is the matter, Jee?
Why a high class Bengali marrying a Bihari Lala?
Is there some dal me kala?

Now the purohit has started chanting,
The bride’s over-weight brother arrives panting.
Enters a VIP guest.
Ramu, make haste
And get a chair
There.

By the way, trust,
Absolutely nothing’s wrong in this marriage inter-caste.

Let’s welcome the liberated century twenty first!