Arre yaar, wedding expenses—I still remember my cousin's wedding last year in Warangal. We spent almost thirty thousand on the band and the DJ alone, and half the guests were busy clicking reels while the food got cold. Tell me, what is the point of all that show when the newlyweds are sitting with worried faces, wondering how many months' savings went up in smoke? Better to keep it simple, like my grandfather's idea: feed the neighbours well, and let the rest be a small affair of the heart, not the pocket.