KNOTTY affair

Believe me I am damn serious when I say that I seriously wanted to write something serious this time. Something enervating, something that just pulls the real you from you and makes you the real…you know ..YOU. That’s why , this time I took time , and tried to write the real stuff. I would have written had that marriage not been attended by me. The marriage that fell on the lap of this earth on the ides of feb,gallows which seemed like aisle of the ecstacy. That marriage, what a marriage………
Anybody who has been a hosteller may forget everything about it but…..but the mess. That long hall with that so long table, with food that is beyond description, ‘coz you got to have to see the food to describe it. And the food in one word….is HIDEOUS. And living in such a world when somebody gets you an invitation of a marriage ….it’s like “PARTY TIME ..FOLKS”. Something like that happened to us, when Ronny brought to us the invitation of the a marriage of his distant relative. Immediately, the day was seen,The mess food was seen and the plan was sealed. Finally there were 5 of us who went out of the college gates like those “Mohabbatein” guys, not to love but to eat, eat till the tummy twitters.
A truck, a tempo and a 2 km walk was all needed to get to that marriage place. During our journey we were all dreamers, who dreamt of food, dreamt of good food, dreamt of great food, of … well, only food. So , we went there , we saw the place, and we just went on seeing. It was awesome, it had savaged our fantasies of food, of marriage as the grandeur was much ,much more than that. Ronny was a bit conscious , so he said as we were 5 in total,”2 first and then 3 after that.” The plans were followed and thus we entered.
As a mature guy I was attending a marriage for the first time. Normally it had been with parents, relatives and all meeting and asking ,”aapka ladkaa kya kar raha hai”, it was about half eaten plates, and yes, about Rs 101, Rs201, Rs 501,etc etc. This time it was different. Seriously ,no caustic affair this time. It was surreal.it was divine, more than that it was pure. It was like a pure mountain getting the river of our culture to flow through it. I was thinking about all this with French fries in one hand , cold drink on the other and a fab. remix of a song of Raaz 2 in the backdrop.
The DJ was absolutely rocking. Cool,no,they were kool remixes of some foot tapping songs. Those taps made us journey through the future and we started contemplating the plans of each other’s (5 of us) marriage. We were about to give birth to children when one “not so good” number broke loose our sojourn. For the first time I started believing in the magic of the sari. “What a wear maan”, was all my inner voice was echoing as that bride with scores of perfume poured over her passed by my side. No matter what was happening our Mission Food Court was on, every thing was , as a future software engineer was tested and then implemented.
Everything was just happening there. Don’t ask why, don’t ask when but it was happening. There was a sort of order in that grave disorder. There was tension in the faces which implicitly produced a sort of calmness. There was heavy make up somewhere but from somewhere inside that the simplicity was coming out somehow. Everything was happening in a complex unison as a dynamic change was nearby. It was a celebration ,to go one step furthur, step that was changing the phase changing the life,changing it all.
Thoughts , like this were coming and going, new crushes were made, destroyed on getting to know that they were married, songs went on and off, food though kept coming in. handing over that crisp 100 rupee note , and with a chilled bite of ice cream, we decided to move out and wait for 5-6 years(or more) to witness this eternal change.