There are sometimes exception to being the only best. I have that in case of friends. Yes, there is not one, but a few. Some are out of real touch and for the reason, not much active in my life as they used to be, but still they are the best, as in, i spent one of the best days of my life with them. Okay, again, not one, but a few best days.
November 04, 2008 is the date. Actually, its November 03, but you know, these Indian weddings, always hoover between today and tomorrow. It actually started on 3rd and ended on 4th.
Anki is going for a wedlock. I am happy, really not just because a friend, (make it best) is going for a wedlock, but i don’t attend weddings too often and it is really nice to be a part of this tradition. I won’t go much into how-this-and-that-went about this wedding as i don’t intend to write a book, but a small post to share my perspective about things that happen around me. Believe me, we are nowhere near it yet.
The pre-wedding ceremony, called the Sehra Bandi starts and in the middle, Haps tells me to pull out a chair from the row and place it on the opposite side. There were no other chairs at that end and i could not really understand the need for this move. But then, he had already said this twice to make me understand (with a few gestures) . But still, i did not know the reason for this move. That’s the disadvantage of being a deaf.
Skip to wedding place. As i reached near the wedding hall, Ami, Shash, Gaur and ofcourse Anki on Ghodi (horse) were there. I had a sudden surge to dance, and i did, but dunno how it was. However, i often feel it is ugly. This place is cool, especially the garden which is yet to be explored by any guest. I have to admit, i love such places with clean lawns minus crowd.
Lets move inside the wedding hall, on the stage. They talk, they shout, they laugh. I follow them in many things. They enjoy it, i don’t. That’s because they know what they are doing, but i don’t. They know why they are laughing, they know which song they are dancing to, but i don’t. Mark it, another disadvantage.
Finally a bit of dance, and i am glad i did. This time, i enjoyed a bit, and believe me, for the first time in life i think i was okay with it. I knew i could, just some more stamina is required. Besides, i am an amateur who doesn’t practice atall.
As the formalities begin, Ami, Shash, Gaur and me push ourselves to the corner, in the lonely place on the edge of the lawn. I really love such peaceful places. Sometimes i think, someone should simple erase three quarters of the world population. That should make the rest of the people happy and logically, the whole (remaining) world happy.
These three fuckers, drink, talk and enjoy. I am sitting with them sipping cola, almost isolated from them enjoying the lovely place and talking to myself about life. And this talk leads me to almost a depressed state of mind. Ami wants to pay for the “service” the waiters are providing to us in this corner of the lonely-world. The guy (waiter) is running here and there to fulfill sahab’s demands. I just sat there wondering why this happens. Who controls such desperation among humans? That guy ran around, to get us a seat each in the corner of the garden, brought us glasses for drinks and other stuff . We shelled out 100 bucks and that guy was seemingly very happy. Another guy followed expecting some extra income by serving us. The first one left. The second one was serving well but he still stood next to us, expecting our order, more likely, the bucks. His face was that of an innocent man. I know, man and innocence don’t go together, so make it child, but a little grown up.
Right then it struck me. What all he must be thinking about that extra buck he will be making here. I mean that poor guy who stood next to us for a few bucks, who ran around here and there to serve us, what must he be planning to do with that few bucks he earns here. I really don’t want to go further deep here lest will end up doing the most unexpected, cry. Actually,I am crying. No tears tough, it is a cry-from-heart thing. But just for a second, what all that guy must be planning? May be like “I will earn this extra money and save it for that”. That “that” can be anything, an ailing family member’s treatment, for someone’s study, for a marriage and what not? Just simulate yourself being a poor and you will have the list of “that”. Those who believe God exists, say that he loves everyone equally. But then, why one suffers so much while the other one enjoys? There is imbalance which don’t seem justified to me. But then, all through, i have seen life going in this very way.
I sneaked back to main hall on the orders of my drunk mates to check out the status and report back to them. Wedding done. There goes a pretty gal. Wow, nice looks, though skinny, I was impressed. She really looked cute. Actually, had been eying her since i reached this place, but somehow this life was so messed for a while, i simply forgot about her.
She is also the shoe stealer who is demanding an exuberant sum of Rs. 51000 for returning shoes of the groom. No correction required, its fifty one thousand only, which ultimately come back to us for free.
Back to Anki’s home with bride, now a sister-in-law. Life seems a mess, again. Everybody is laughing, enjoying and I don’t really know what to do ? I mean, what shall I do in such scenario, everybody looks at you and expects you to laugh on the joke they just dished out. And fuck, there I go. I don’t know why i do this, but when i don’t understand it, why do i laugh? May be to please others and sympathize them that their joke was not really bad.
Suddenly, i spotted misery at the doors. That guy, a domestic help standing at the doors. Why is that we have such a huge difference in quality of life. What makes anyone decide who deserves what and how much? If everyone is equal for the almighty, why is someone rich while the other is poor and miserable? I am in mess again. It ll take a while to recover.
Everything done. Dropped back to home. I enjoyed the way Shash offered to drive back to my place, just so I reach safely. That makes me think – friends are real good assets one can have in life. But, something was waiting to happen.
All the while during this day, I have been up to something or the other. I had a sudden surge, and wanted to express myself with a tool, prominently called as blog. And here i am, with my very first post on life, the way i face it, feel it and think about it.
I hope you enjoyed it.