Wedding Wows!

Well, it's finally over. The Dasgupta-Nair wedding.

After one week of whirlwind activities in Noida, Gurgaon, and Calcutta, after almost-sleepless nights, frantic tatya-packing, and usual marriage chaos, my brother has finally tied the knot. Who would have thought he'd settle down so soon? Well, settle down he has, with a very lovely girl called Divya who's been close to us for about 2 years now, and everything went off fabulously well - right from Divya's family and friends taking such good care of us up North, to our Bou-Bhaat and Reception here in the city.

The less said about my exams colliding with the marriage, the better.

Here's wishing the married couple a long and happy life together. And here are 5 of my favourite pictures from the wedding.

At the engagement, Army Club, 27th November 2009.

The newly-weds, right after the Bengali rituals, at the Guruvara Temple, Noida, 29th November 2009.

Mr. and Mrs. Dasgupta, at the Bou-Bhaat, our place, 1st December 2009.

All smiles at our terrace party, 1st December 2009.

And finally, the grand reception at Tollygunge Club, 3rd December 2009.

I Will Survive - From The Scribbles Of A Workaholic.

I shall be in Delhi from the 26th to the 30th of November, for Guppy's wedding - and I have a Macbeth exam on 1st December. But I will survive.
I shall miss the Bou-boron and Bou-bhaat because the Macbeth exam is right at that very time. But I will survive.
After our reception party on the 3rd of December, I have a Modernism exam the very next day. But I will survive.
Come on, I've managed much worse than this.
I can get through all of it - studies, work (and there's a lot of it, make no mistake!), and wedding planning, not to forget leisure time.
All I need to do is slog my behind off these next few days, so that I don't sink during the exams. It's going to be tough, but hopefully with less time-wasting and better time-management, I shall get through.
Like I said, I will survive.
It's such lovely weather. Ideal for a steaming cup of sweet milky coffee, a blanket, a good book and a furry cat. Too bad I have articles to write, mails to send, work to supervise, essays to read, and syllabus to complete. But somehow, I quite like being a workaholic. God forbid I should be one of those people who revel in having nothing to do. I have nothing against them! But I don't think I'd be able to live as one. Takes all kinds to make a world, eh?