On a wonderful April day, we laze on the couch and switch on the Tv and... BANG!! BOOM!!
We're hit by drooling men and women, Marching bands that put a full-volume Lamb of God song to shame, a blindingly outrageous bridal gown whose cost would almost equal the national income of Zimbabwe, and numerous hot-blooded programmes on even the affairs of the groom's mother, a certain Ms. Diana.
The media frenzy in Britain suddenly shows the much criticized, monstrous Indian media as dignified angels. The men with the cameras are shown to be running behind the bride-to-be Kate Middleton like a pack of rabid Alsatians faced with a tasty bone.
Photographer of the London Times
Just the fact that the bride-groom happens to have descended from the queen of an almost dysfunstional monarchy, has resulted in the tax-payers money being thrown about like grain for the birds. Million dollar worth royal airforce aircraft was used as some kind of remote controlled toy for the viewing pleasure of the married couple. There was even a one hour heavily contested prime-time debate on BBC Entertainment as to what the bride would wear for the wedding! The world just gets more puzzling by the day! If this is the situation when the Third in line crown prince marries, its shocking to think of what would happen if the Queen was to get married once again! That should be the end of the British economy.
Stands to reason some of this hero-worship must pass onto India from the nation we once used to call the British Raj.
This kind of thing is somewhat comparable to the frenzy generated when the Indians won the world cup. Even substitutes who barely crossed the boundary rope were given apartments that normal people have to work lifetimes for. Just a matter of time before Dhoni has enough money to buy India.
And the guest to the all-important Royal Wedding? None other than one of the greatest minds in the world, the symbol of enlightened mankind! David Beckham! That's like holding a Nobel prize presentation ceremony and inviting Sreesanth to give away the prize. Not to mention, Beckham's wife, an ex-spice girl, who looks to have all the vocal capabilities of a bronchitis-affected crow.
It has been said widely that the newly married couple would set off a wildfire of advertising and marketing campaigns. A few readily come to mind :-
The aftermath of the Royal wedding would be quite hilarious. It has been said that the honeymoon is a gloriously solitary time where a couple rediscovers love and togetherness. Hah, good luck with that on this one!
We're hit by drooling men and women, Marching bands that put a full-volume Lamb of God song to shame, a blindingly outrageous bridal gown whose cost would almost equal the national income of Zimbabwe, and numerous hot-blooded programmes on even the affairs of the groom's mother, a certain Ms. Diana.
The media frenzy in Britain suddenly shows the much criticized, monstrous Indian media as dignified angels. The men with the cameras are shown to be running behind the bride-to-be Kate Middleton like a pack of rabid Alsatians faced with a tasty bone.
Just the fact that the bride-groom happens to have descended from the queen of an almost dysfunstional monarchy, has resulted in the tax-payers money being thrown about like grain for the birds. Million dollar worth royal airforce aircraft was used as some kind of remote controlled toy for the viewing pleasure of the married couple. There was even a one hour heavily contested prime-time debate on BBC Entertainment as to what the bride would wear for the wedding! The world just gets more puzzling by the day! If this is the situation when the Third in line crown prince marries, its shocking to think of what would happen if the Queen was to get married once again! That should be the end of the British economy.
Stands to reason some of this hero-worship must pass onto India from the nation we once used to call the British Raj.
This kind of thing is somewhat comparable to the frenzy generated when the Indians won the world cup. Even substitutes who barely crossed the boundary rope were given apartments that normal people have to work lifetimes for. Just a matter of time before Dhoni has enough money to buy India.
And the guest to the all-important Royal Wedding? None other than one of the greatest minds in the world, the symbol of enlightened mankind! David Beckham! That's like holding a Nobel prize presentation ceremony and inviting Sreesanth to give away the prize. Not to mention, Beckham's wife, an ex-spice girl, who looks to have all the vocal capabilities of a bronchitis-affected crow.
It has been said widely that the newly married couple would set off a wildfire of advertising and marketing campaigns. A few readily come to mind :-
The aftermath of the Royal wedding would be quite hilarious. It has been said that the honeymoon is a gloriously solitary time where a couple rediscovers love and togetherness. Hah, good luck with that on this one!
The Royal honeymoon
Wonder what frenzy there would been in India if Manmohan Singh's kid decided to marry. Yeah, that should be a good one. How dumb can a nation get?
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