Of a Valima Like None Before

Valima's are big events. Ones that the Groom's family throws because they got a daughter-in-law (slave, if your education is limited to Indian Dramas... Paki ones are horrible at teaching anything)

I don't get why mum made such a huge deal on the whole thing. We don't even get along with our neighbours. . . well, we don't get along with any of them.

Clockwise from our Right:
Neighbor 1 (Right): Illiterate family living on the first floor, adept at calling us names, swearing and throwing garbage.
Neighbour 2(Back-Right): Land grabbing bastard. Part of his house is built on our land, and then built a storehouse right in front of our window thus mostly blocking the sun from one room.
Neighbour 3(Back-Left): We get along with them kinda, just that matter with their hired help working overtime as a Peeping Tom threw a wrench in things.
Neighbour 4(Left): Ultra-Preachy woman, ultra Islamic with deep ties in the Pakistani Ninja Federation (Hijab wearing women who pile up in a van and then deploy like a huge angry black cloud) And the husband's brother who lives with them has an Evil Eye. He complimented on how we salvaged our driveway from the CBC (who dug up the entire road and destroyed it in the process) Two days later PTCL guys came along and dug up our driveway to lay down underground cables! Then he once complimented on our shiny new generator and a week later, the turbine melted away and turned it into a pile of scrap metal... shiny scrap metal.

Back to the topic. The Valima was in the afternoon, because, the son married an American girl. Now, in a family that consists of only big obese bearded men, and hijab wearing women this is the event of a lifetime. Suffice to say, the event was quite interesting. They segregated the males and females. The Males themselves segregated into Old Beaded Men and Dashing People from New Jersey. I guess the females did the same. Also, they piled up 25-30 people in a living room meant to hold only 15 at maximum. I am guessing the Ladies Zone was much more cramped.

For food, we got Biryani with undercooked rice and questionable looking Quorma.

According to Mum, the bride's got a face like a horse. And since I've never seen her face, I Googled up an appropriate picture
Okay, maybe not. But who knows what a Ghorey-Jaise-Shakal is.

Whatever the case. I walked out after eating a couple spoonfuls of undercooked biryani rice.