Monday, 17 December 2012

Mera Chain Bain Sab Ujda ,Jaalim Nazar Hata le

Marriages are made in heaven, and to be part of them is always fun. Family and friends singing, dancing; and then there is always a “Dadi ka dance” and “Rum Rum Rum Whiskey”. Well this post is not about
marriages but the “Marriage” plays a big role. The following all happened during a marriage and it is for a marriage.
Readers who have taken the liberty to go through all my posts would remember the RADICALS. Well it’s time I introduce the first of them and perhaps the most influential one- “His Eminence (HE)”.
Back in my B-School days HE was the first man I was impressed with. An extremely confident man who knows what he wants from life- a trait I highly cherish. HE defines pragmatism and you need to be his family or a RADICAL to see his beautiful emotional side. I have seen him happy many-a times but the happiness I saw during a marriage was parallel to none. With a “bottoms-up” we set the ball rolling. Dancing
our way into the night, we ensured everyone around had the time of a lifetime.

Fortunately/ unfortunately it was the marriage of his would-a-be brother-in-law. So when sense prevailed and the cold vibes could be felt from all around, reality sunk it. What the hell did we just do and “LET’S MANAGE”. Impressions matter a lot in Indian marriages and it was time HE showed all what he really was. Next day, on the reception, lost grounds had to be won again. So HE, me and our Darling, were the first ones to reach the venue. “What if folks from the girl side reached the venue and found no one from the boy’s side.” We made the numbers (LMAO as I relive the moment and write). One by one, the guests started pouring in and the DJ played the Masala Bollywood songs. Soon, as we never existed, we got mingled in the crowd. The plan was to keep a low profile. Sometimes no attention is all that you need in life. But who could escape the hawk-eyes of would-a-be father-in-law. With one eye always fixed on his daughters, he went about greeting the guests. And in this opportune moment, theDJ plays:

"Mera Chain Bain Sab Ujda ,
Jaalim Nazar Hata le..."

The three of us looked at each other and burst out laughing. It was an honest, happy laugh, the ones that comes straight from the heart and is remembered years-to-year. The rest of the night was as planned- an
uneventful one except for the 1 km walk at a deserted road at midnight and the questioning by soldiers for being on road at that point of the day. By the time we reached back to our rooms and remembered “teachers”, HE was extremely happy with his performance. Such was his resolve that even after Darling had tried his best to impure him during the reception, HE was all NO.The result: we are categorized as extremely well disciplined and civilized.

I don’t know how the war would fare, but am sure HE won the first battle.

Precisionist: Peace Out!!!