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Jamnagar Ka Jalsaa..

 





As I sit here, drowning in a sea of endless scrolls, I couldn't help but rewatch reels about the grand spectacle of the "Jamnagar Jalwa." 


Amidst all the glitz and glam, I come across a reel showcasing Isha Ambani's blouse, adorned with jadau motifs from her personal collection. Seriously?  this girl is wearing blouses worth more than my annual salary! It's like she's playing dress-up with my mortgage debt!!


But then it hits me - what did the Ambanis do to get so insanely rich? Did they make a deal with the devil? Did they do a secret 'yagn' for the mighty "Lord Kubair" god of wealth? I need answers, people!


And apparently, in preparation for their festivities, the Ambani clan decided to play SimCity in real life and constructed 14 different temples. Fourteen! Because nothing says "let's party" like building a religious theme park. I can already imagine the tour guides saying,"And here we have the Ambani Temple of Wealth, followed by the Ambani Temple of Excess, and don't forget to visit the Ambani Temple of 'Oops, I Bought Another Yacht.'"


I guess when you're that rich, you don't just throw a party; you construct a whole religious pilgrimage. I'm starting to wonder if they'll add a temple dedicated to the patron saint of luxury handbags next with ' bagwati' being the chief goddess in there!Oh well, at least they're giving back to the community, even if it's in the form of opulent temples that put Vegas to shame.


Ah, the glamorous world of high society events, where even your luggage has to go on a crash diet! I can just picture Bebo and Aishwarya sweating it out on the treadmill, not to fit into their gowns, but to make sure their suitcases aren't overweight. "Sorry, can't have that extra slice of pizza, darling. The plane can only handle so much fabulousness."


And then there's Sara Ali Khan, the genius who cracked the code to event dressing: just wear less. Brilliant! Who needs layers of couture when you can rock up in your pajamas and call it fashion-forward? 


But let's talk about the real stars of the show - the animals. Anant and Radhika are not just party planners; they're animal lovers on a mission. Building the Taj Mahal of animal sanctuaries, they've created a haven for hundreds of rescued elephants and big cats. Move over, Cinderella - these animals are living the ultimate rags-to-riches story.


And speaking of domestication, forget about pampered pooches 

eating ' dudh-bhaat','kadhi-chaval' in many of our Indian homes. At the sanctuary, it's all about serving up 'dal-khichadi' to the mighty elephants ! Apparently tons of khichdi and  laadoos are made each day for the esteemed elephants at ' Vantaara'!!

I can already hear the elephants demanding an extra dollop of ghee on their khichdi, because why should only humans have all the fun?hn...


And let's not forget the ultimate taste test: when a brave reporter dared to try the elephant's 'dal-khichadi' and declared it tastier than the gourmet fare served at the party. Can hear the celebrity chefs weeping into their paellas and biryanis, as the humble khichdi made for the elephants steals the spotlight. !!


And so, as the curtains close on the grand spectacle of the "Jamnagar Jalwa," we're left with more than just memories of lavish feasts and opulent attires. Behind the glitz and glamour, there's a story of economic revitalization, of communities lifted up by the tide of prosperity.


From the workers at Jamnagar airport to the pilots flying the private jets, from the chefs to the hospitality industry, from the temple artisans to the animal vets, from the technicians to the cleaners, from the saree drapers to the costume designers - all saw a surge in their income. It's as if the Ambanis waved their magic wand and turned Jamnagar into a bustling hub of economic activity.


 So here's to the Ambanis, not just for throwing a fabulous party, but for giving the people of Jamnagar a reason to celebrate long after the lights have dimmed and the last champagne cork has popped. Cheers to that!


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