Tuesday, January 14, 2014

Eke Shude Desi Romance

It’s a story about a girl and boy who fall in love each other. And decided to get marry and then …bla… bla… bla … this not the first love story in the world and there is no different with other stories.  The only different is I have a role in this story, a role for a signature.
This story about my friend Sudhanshu who would like to call him Sid, his father doesn’t like that name.  Two years back he came to our company. Good looking man but act likes a child. The love story in his life is like sea waves, it’s come and goes away very fast. After one year served with our company he give resignation to our Boss and gone to find a better job. But our friendship is not broken we meet some time at his place or some movie theaters.
So many days after he told me about his new love story, her name was Nisha.  Working in a shopping mall as a sales girl and studding for MBA. One day i meet her, she is good looking and wise girl. . I thought it will like other stories, but I don’t know one thing that he is serious about that relationship. Two days after x-mas I got a call from him.
Sid: hi Nikz (usually he calls me Nikz short form for Nikhil) where are you
Me: am in Noida , what’s up dude.
Sid: hi I want to tell you a secret
Me: ok
Sid: very secret, don’t tell to any one
Me: I wouldn’t, tell me
Sid: I am going to marry Nisha on 1st January
Me: ……………………
Sid: hello, r u there
Me: “r u mad” the first word comes from my mouth
Sid: nooooo yaaar
Me: then what is this, it’s not a game. Do u have any idea what will go to happen before that.
Sid: I know yaar, I thought hundreds times about this and I know am taking the right decision.
Me: “think thousand times before do something crazy, if u take your decision not go back” Adolf Hitler’s dialogue
Sid: I wouldn’t
Me: ok, then congratulation
Sid: thanks man, I want to you do two things
Me: “what”, some thoughts come to my mind like taking Nisha from her home and a chasing, a fighting... but nothing happened like that
Sid: first thing is that you want come to my marriage and sign as a witness, and second thing is I want some cash.
Signature I can do it, I did it Unni’s and Ruksana’s marriage and about cash I have two hundred rupees in my bank account.” I will do what I can”
Sid: thanks yaar, see you at marriage.
Marriage day,  1st January 2014. New-year.
I and Sid meet in a bus on the way to Metro station, he has no different the same one, I wished him and we hugged each other. Talking with him on that day I know something that His father forcibly engaged him to some girl from there cast, I think that is the main reason he decided to marry suddenly. We meet our friends Arun from metro station and Baby (Arun’s girl friend) and Vinod joined to us on the way.
After a long journey in metro we reached Arya samage in canaught place, this is the place where registration marriages happening. We are almost late, Nisha is waiting for us.
We reached there; Nish is dressed like a north Indian bride, full of makeups and jewelries. Her sister and sisters husband is there. After sometimes Sid’s friend Priyanka and her husband came. They married two weeks before from here, of course register marriage no doubts. Now all witness is ready to sign.
Priest is come and he welcomes us to the Mandab. We all are sited, and the marriage is started. Some Sanskrit words are come from priest mouth I don’t know what it all means. All cameras is started to take pictures. After a long time of mantras and stuffs the marriage is finished. Everyone is happy. We all give lot of blessings and take some pictures with them. After marriage Sid and Nisha invite us to their new home but due to some issues I can’t go there.
Everything is done, finished but there is something we missed… about their parents. Of course now they know all about it. Sid’s father doesn’t want to see him again, same happening Nisha’s Home, everything will okay in one day we can wait. But seriously it’s not good thing to marry someone without inviting our parents...

But what they do if they didn’t get permission …?

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