23.Mere Yaar Ki Shaadi

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it."

Diary LOG: 1311

2330 hrs

 I Am not so happy today, but kind of contented ......kind of mixed fortune I m going through....my two best friend's marriage has crashed  today........kind of luck ,,,kind of unluck....kind of co-incidence and kind of boundness...everything comprises in both of these marriages.....well let's talk about similarities....both caused by love....both are in same place, same city....marriage held in boy's place although marriage happens generally according to girl's ritual and in her place ...in both the cases, brides are from the same place but different from the same place of  grooms.

 Both the marriages were perfectly matching my timings, one was in the afternoon (Punjabi) and the second was but obvious in the evening. Both were distantly held around 20 kms perimeter.

 Well to be frank I should be happy, in fact I am supposed to be happy but I am not. Don’t know why, but yes, I am not....let's talking about the marriage I have atttended.The groom who is my friend and is invited by the same.

1st part

He was my best buddy in the college, our stream was different but we were hostel mate or to be precise, wing mate. He was just next to the room in front of mine. We came from different cities. Our outlook, living style, thoughts, the way we talked, almost everything were different. He was never of my match, he was having the upper hand whenever we clashed on comparing things but still there was something that always tried to keep ourselves unique in our own style individually, that attracted each other. Our first meeting was happened through ragging.

 Many a times I got chances to visit his maternal house, his grandparents, uncles and aunties and their kids. It had given me a chance to pour some thick bonding in our relations. We were different. Sometime this difference ended up into some hard dog bites (disputes) but still we were somehow managed ourselves to get rid of those big size needled injection, more painful than the dog bite itself.    

Kind of sidekicks we perceived ourselves sometimes. But unlike chaddi brothers we always got successful to maintain our dignity from not being gotten bore to or from each other...sometimes we behaved like a Ting-Tong... Kindda competition it made us around like tong is just an obvious word followed by ting...same wise whenever any one of us had been named in college we both were an obvious followed  name to each other...

He always liked to remind himself in each and every moment passing by....unlike me who preferred to remind others more than myself....that's why I loved photography...captured clicks of every moment of college..I had numerous photos of that time among which he screened for few less than numerous....

Adventures, touring, gossiping and exploring ,these were the main thing we were concerned about in college...that  unfortunately gave him many backlogs unlike me ,I was lucky somehow to got an escape.... Well neither my unluck favors me nor I had that kind of guts or willpower to overcome that burden but he was and he did overcome that....

 We never like girls, or could say we never had...I was such a blunt that girl thing was like a big question mark imprinted on my face and clearly visible too....while he was different, some kind of socialism always poked him....morning yoga, Geetha paath ...saffron clothes....he used to say that if  he had given a chance he would marry a widow or an Aids patient, basically to her who was outcast or banished by social rules.

On the final day when we were leaving for our next coming brutal professional future....he gave me 200 bucks....

''look here I am lending you this, and from today your interest is started.....but in future whenever I want, you only have the authority to pay me interest,,,never ever think to repay the principal....now we are in money world...so let's start our moneywise relationship.....that borrow will make you remind of mine always..... ''

That was kindda mixed feelings crossing my mind and stroke the nerve directly connected to the heart...touched...

 ‘‘Ok all of your term & condition have been accepted except the lifelong borrow policy...I will pay it in your daughter's marriage...as KANYADAAN''. I said.

 Now after 4 yrs, he is getting married with his love...well no ...neither she is a widow nor any kind of outcastes belongs to her...She is sweet, cute love of him....to whom he met in his post graduation days.... I am one step closer to free myself from all of his economic in-debt (single-->married-->father). I am happy today.....

2nd part

I met her in high school.... nothing more I can say about her but yes!, as far as I was Gaining the closeness she was getting luck to got a hold on the chances to meet true love so many times...and today she is marrying the final and the ultimate one I must say.....well I should respect the generosity of her beloved who invited me...without having any relation we guys have developed some bonds ....without her...except her

 I had no plan to attend the marriage for very fair  and obvious reason but destiny always destined to make unrealistic thing, realistic and when woman indulge into it...it will surely make the happening unexpected...

That day I was with one of my friend there .we all college friends had gathered to attend our friend's marriage...first one...we had planned to hit some pub or disk tech after the marriage.... as marriage was in afternoon (Punjabi ritual)...but one of my friend had to attend another marriage on behalf of his family as they were out of station at that period of time....

 So both of us had planned to attend the marriage first. The marriage was not very far away; almost in locals....we reached there. Rivesh my friend, told me to come with him but I preferred to stay there in the car. Well in few minutes clouds of boredom were all started looming on me very heavily...I hop out for smoke...I was searching a nearby PAN shop where I could get the cigarette. While roaming around..I saw some of cars, mostly were from the different city. They were not local...place wasn't as crowded as it was supposed to be. It was early evening, twilight was breaking down...but lights were on...the Banquet hall was lighting lavishly…vivaciously decorated. It was really pulling me towards it. I was about to on but suddenly I got stuck to somewhere .it was the banner, where the imprinted name staggered me.

 It was her, it was my schoolmate's marriage...

Grooms procession hadn't come yet.

Venue was started filling up...

I saw many of her family persons, her friend’s .well not many of them knew me...but to got an escape without getting recognize was the smartest step I was thinking of………….. To hell with smoke and to hell with others I just fetched the car....and glued to the seat....

It was mere a coincidence but I am happy today.....

 0250 hrs

I am sitting here in the railway station platform 1, waiting for my train to catch, I am about to leave the city in half an hour maximum, leaving all the memories of my two dearest friends. Leaving all the moments, all the sentiments, all the happiness, all the regrets that are somehow have crippled us from not being able to release one in the hand of others….all though I have no rights but no one can stop you from bestowing your care on others and gaining concern in return…

But now from all the ways I am free….

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To be continued.................