Where are these made anyway??
I do
not believe that if you do good things in your life you will go to heaven and
if you do bad things you will go to hell. In short, I do not believe in the
concept of heaven and hell. Period! But without the use of the words “heaven”
and “hell”, the story I am about to share(which is, by the way, based on a true
life incident to the best of my memory), just cannot be completed. I mean you
cannot frame sentences like “Marriages are made in CCDs.” or “All coconuts
broke loose.”! Ah! Let’s leave these Arun Lol-isms aside for now.
Now,
there are generally two ways happy marriages happen (Yeah! Yeah! It’s not a
myth!) among the people that I know. The first way is ‘relative’ly simple(if
you don’t worry about your relatives,i.e.). The boy and girl fall in love, they
convince their respective families and with their blessings, they get married(sounds
simple, doesn’t it?).
The
second process is a “wee bit” longer. Here’s how it works out. Firstly, the
families of the boy and the girl make it clear(sometimes they don’t even have
to) to all their relatives and every person in their community that their child
has reached a marriageable age. And the frantic search for the perfect match
begins. Bio-datas, photos, bio-datas, photos, bio-datas, photos! Phew! Now when
the prospective bio-datas and pictures are successfully exchanged through the
negotiators (the relatives or the community people, of course!), these people
set the meetings. Not quite unlike business deals, you see, with brokers! It is
mutually decided whether the girl’s family will first see the boy or the other
way round. When the families meet the prospective match for their child, there
are gazillions of question answers and in 90% of the cases(ok, I might be being
too harsh on our system!), then and there it is decided, whether the boy or
girl would be perfect to be married to their child. In mundane eventuality, the
boy and the girl meet and in one meeting decide that Yes! This is the Brad
Pitt/Angelina Jolie of my life! or No! Get the hell out of here you
moron/she-moron/oxymoron! And if they agree, they are happily married!
Well,
that’s how it goes. As for me, I was a beneficiary of the second method. Here are my memoirs:
Friday, 18th December, 2009:
It
was one of those boring days at office. Christmas was coming near. The markets
weren’t moving. Had lost some money in a few trades. But nothing significant.
Was also talking to Anshul about watching Rocket Singh before going home for
winter holidays. In all earnestness, my mind was wandering on the thoughts of
the party Rahul, Saini and I were about to throw the next day. All of us had
had a good previous quarter and made some good money. Hence, the party.
Here
I was, sitting quietly, thinking about the party, when suddenly my cell phone
vibrated in my pocket. Took it out. “Dadaji” calling! Took the call. Here goes
the conversation translated from Marwari:
Me: Pranaam Dada! How are you?
Dada: I am fine. You are coming to
Nokha on Sunday.
Me: Me? Nokha? Sunday? Why? Is
everything alright?
The cell that rang!!
Dadaji: Yeah. Everything is alright.
You have to meet this girl from Surat. Her name is Manisha Bagri. I have
sent you her picture on e-mail. I have also sent the picture to all the other
family members. Bye.
Now
if ever the phrase “All hell broke loose” was to be used somewhere, it was
then! No! No! No! This isn’t happening
to me. I don’t want to be married now. No way! Mummmyyyyyyyyyyyyy! I didn’t
remember sending any bio-data pictures to anybody. (To me, it is shocking
people spend hundreds of rupees making their portfolio pictures just for
marriage purpose. I find it too ridiculous). My mind began to wander so as to
which picture of mine had Dadaji sent to the girl’s family. And like a solution
to a stupid riddle, the answer was in front of me. Just a few days back, Dadaji
had asked me to send me a few photographs to him. Cunning as I thought I was I
sent him a few neatly clicked passport size photographs(smug, eh!! ;-)) But
seems my Dadaji went one up. He sent those passport size photographs and more
bizarrely, the Bagris liked me fine :O
Anyways,
my mind was then working like Chacha Chaudhary so as to how I would evade going
to Nokha on Sunday. And again, I solved the riddle just too quickly. It was
simple. After the party tomorrow, I’d just say to him that it’s very late.
There is no train at night from Jaipur to Nokha. The buses also won’t be
available. Hence, I won’t be able to come. It was just too simple. I relaxed.
There was no need to worry now.
Calm
and confident, I moved towards my chair. And suddenly, the despo in me took
over. Let us see the picture. What if she actually is the Amrita Rao kind of
girl I had always dreamt of marrying. So I opened my mail account. Saw the mail
from the nokha cyber café guy, opened the attachment, and all expectations came
crashing down. No way! The picture was pathetically taken, even though in a
studio. And the first thought was,
she’ll look so fat with me. It ain’t happening! Closed the mailbox. Back to
my own world.
Saturday, 19th December,
2009:
This
was a fun night. We had a party at Sheeshas. It was a very cool party. Almost
all of our colleagues were there. A few of our seniors came too. The food was
good. The hukka was also good. So were the drinks for those who had those (Yeah!
I was a perfect teetotaler then). All in all, everything went according to the
plan. After bidding good bye to all, Anshul and I were joined by Racy at around
11:30 p.m. Just to confirm, all three of us went to the bus stand that there
was no bus going to Nokha or Bikaner after 11 p.m. I was happy. I called Dadaji
at almost 12, which I would never do in normal circumstance. The conversation
translated:
Me: Pranaam Dada. The party just got
over. I tried the best I could, but there is no conveyance from Jaipur to Nokha
at this time. No trains, no buses, nothing. I won’t be able to come. You please
say sorry to them.
Dada: Hire a taxi. Reach Nokha before 2
p.m. anyhow!
Me: Ok!
10 comments:
Good One...i cudnt control my laughter...eagerly waiting for the other half of ur lovely story:)
Lol, you really wanted to get married to an Amrita Rao kind of girl?
And something tells me you're falling into trouble for your description of the picture.. :)
Much fun reading.. looking forward to second part..
@Rahul: I speak the truth and only the truth ;-)
@Deepak: thanks sirji.. coming soon!!!
Awesome writing :)
Hahaha..agree with rahul boss's comment totally!! :P and dude, you have a good sense of the comic timing in writing ! nice..:) perfectly ended Part 1..makes one eager for the 2nd part..:)
Ha ha too good..singer writer what else!!! Well its so much fun reading..aage ki story jaldi se batao...
U shud hav finished with the movies earlier!
Total fun reading....
Loved it. I felt I am reading a Chetan Bhagat novel :)
Waiting for the next part.
Bhai Dadaji knows how smart you are..so he knew u can come up with excuses and hence he was prepared to counter all your excuses that day..
So it's destiny and was bound to happen..!!!
@Ankit: Thanks bro!
@Suman: Thanks.. second part coming soon
@Saini: neither singer, nor writer.. just a wanderer.. in all fields ;-)
@Rahul: well.. had to finish what i had started.. and may be now, the motivation is more :)
@Sid: thanks dude.. too crazy a comparison though :)
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