Self- Respect Marriage

I attended a self- respect marriage in Madras recently.
This style of marriage is supposed to be symbolic of the Dravidian triumph over the Aryan inflicted rituals. It is also considered pretty chic by the political class.
The Aryan procedure constitutes chanting from the scriptures and exchanging marriage vows with Fire, the priests and relatives standing in evidence. Apparently, this process hurts the Dravidian sensibilities as it underscores obeisance to the scholars and elders.
The soul liberating self-respect fashion draws on the majesty of a Big White Chief to officiate and solemnize the marriage.
I have no issues with that. But, it offends my sensibilities having to listen to political harangues masquerading as marriage sermon.
Be that as it may.
The big fellah on this occasion was pleasantly drunk. Sporting a beatific smile, he greeted the invitees with folded hands in a gesture of humility and was helped on to the podium. After the ceremonial invocation to the leaders of the self-respect movement, he carried on to regale the audience by mixing up the names of the couple. His sozzled eyes couldn’t focus on the names in the invitation and he pronounced the groom’s parents as man and wife- to his credit, got his facts right. Quick to respond when the faux pas was pointed out by his aide holding him steady on feet, he added much mirth by blessing the bride’s father and the groom’s mother to live in matrimonial bliss. Mistaking the applause and the laughter as a tribute to his eloquence, he graciously thanked the audience and bowed out.
Not quite in the league of Gussie Fink-Nottle at the Market Snodsbury Grammar School, but must admit that the punter did pass muster.
Who said that self-respect marriages are not fun.