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The biggest non-nature related cataclysmic event to hit all of Asia is happening today, the wedding of Bollywood's most glamorous duo, "Ash and Abhishek." There's been a lot of buildup to today's events: a mock wedding complete with a hired bride and groom to satisfy the wedding lust of the non-invited, frenzied speculation as to who exactly DID make the invite list, and burning Richard Gere in effigy, just to get the party started.

(And not to get off topic, but this article explains the Gere brouhaha, setting the stage for a rally where Gere and Bollywood actress Shilpa Shetty were "celebrating the 'Seena Taan Ke' event to highlight the contribution of truckers and the importance of safe sex practices.")

Um, what?

Anyway.

In getting caught up in the Ash-Ash wedding frenzy, there was this little blip that caught my eye:


"Extra fire extinguishers were on hand in case fanatical fans of Amitabh — who is adored and revered in equal measure — decided to set fire to themselves out of disappointment at seeing nothing of the most glamorous union the country has ever seen."

Ok. I understand celebrity worship. It's the engine that drives this country and makes for many pleasant hours avoiding work and relationships and chores and other more important things one should be doing with one's time. But SETTING YOURSELF ON FIRE BECAUSE YOU DIDN'T SCORE A WEDDING INVITATION is an indication that one's celebrity obsession is a wee bit, um, psychotically out of control?

I don't know about you, but I feel SO much better about visiting Perez Hilton's blog on an hourly basis.