Bloggers of varying levels of hoariness and hairyness have cracked all sorts of jokes about this. Don't want to repeat those. But one thing strikes me as ominous from Abhishek's perspective - Among her husbands is a banana tree. Pause for a moment. Take that in. Yes, a banana tree. A woman is marrying a banana tree.
Peepul trees are no worry. But banana trees represent a competition for young Bachchan.
Update: Here's something a reader sent me -
He chose the banana tree because it was a South Indian species of banana which is no longer than four inches, so as to cause the minimum discomfort to its bride at the time of consummation. These acts completed, the Pandit feels the risk to the Bachchans well-being is now minimal.
This has to be the funniest real news story since the Vice President's lesbian daughtter getting pregnant.