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I was SUPER pumped up for True Detective Season 2. Season 1 was some of the best TV I had seen in a long time since The Wire. And I know that’s a very lofty comparison but some of the lines that Rusty says were deep yet pretty epic in a non pretentious way (cue “Time is like a . . .”). So Season 2 had a lot to live up too. And I was afraid too. Maybe not afraid but I definitely had some trepidation about it. So much of what was right about Season 1 was gone by Season 2- Cary Joji Fukunaga, Matthew McConaughey and Woody Harrelson (and Alexandra D’addario).
He got into the slow train that would take 90 minutes to complete its 34 km long journey. It was 11.45 and the night was just starting to do its thing.
I am a Bombay (it’s Bombay and not Mumbai and fuck you Shiv Sena, unless you’re reading this, in which case please don’t kill me) guy who spends most of his time in Delhi (also known colloquially as Daaahlli).
I’m a guy. Unfortunately for those of you thinking “pics or GTFO,” you have only my word to go on.
Sorry for that clickbait-y headline. I generally don’t dream when I sleep (more about this later).
Let me make it clear that there is nothing called “The Big Fat Indian Wedding.” That’s a lie sold by somebody. There’s “The Big Over-By-Afternoon Marathi Wedding,” “The Big Gold South Indian Wedding” and of course, “The BIG BIG Fat Punjabi Wedding.” I was (un)fortunate enough to attend the latter one yesterday.
My parents had told me about the wedding weeks in advance. One of my far off cousins was getting married. My parents had also told me that since they couldn’t (or wouldn’t) make it to the wedding, and since I was an adult now (hahahahahahahahaha nice one mom) I would have to attend the wedding and represent the family.