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How It All Started!
I am not saying ‘hello boys’ because I think this is much of a girls story and you won’t be able to think in our shoes until you wear them, but still if you want to continue reading, then, welcome guests…
Hello Girls and Boys!
I am a 27 year old girl working in an IT Industry at a quite good position, ummm, one should not blabber about herself so much, so, I am in an okay position. I own a bike, live in one BHK rented flat which I have decorated very much with all girls stuffs mostly in pink and green (both my favorite colors).
I have lots of friends and four best friends, every weekend we have a blast, sometimes this blast includes disc, boozing, dance, sometimes it includes cooking the best dishes that one can experiment at my place or some of my friend’s place, sometimes putting a open air grill in my balcony and simultaneously having cold drinks with a feeling of beer (I don’t allow alcohol in my apartment as it leaves a stinky smell behind… that’s yuckk) sometimes driving in our bikes without knowing what is our destination, in short there are many sometimes and only one many a times and that is shoooppppinggg! But the sad part of this many a times is that, it lasts for only two weeks after our salaries are credited.
Summarizing my life, it was awesomely awesome when one fine day my friend Silvia said:
“I am getting married”
“WHattttt… you must be joking”
“Nooo, I am not, does my face look like I am joking, is there any smile you can spot on it” she sounded like a wild cat.
“How, why, when, where… ” I was damn confused.
“There is a guy, he is an NRI, my family knows his family well, he will be going to US next month so, his parents want him to be married before he leaves, and now I am the one they have chosen… bingo, I am the luckiest girl of the millennium”
I was so confused that I could not figure out her bingo and luckiest girl of the millennium meant “Shoot, I am screwed” or was she really feeling lucky. Then it took seconds for me to understand and you will too don’t worry!
“But he is going next month, how will you marry him in a month”
“Oh yeah, this is something you thought and I haven’t been thinking” she roared on me like a tigress.
“Okay, calm down darling, what are your parent’s thoughts”
“They have gone crazy, if they could, they will marry me tomorrow”
Now tell me, what can you tell to a girl when she says something like this, please keep in mind she was holding a disposal glass filled with tea, which we call here in Bangalore full cup tea and she haven’t taken even a sip yet.
“Hmm..” I couldn’t hmm for long, I had to say something, she was waiting for my inputs, but I had to think and speak after all she had a full cup tea in her hand. Where the hell are my other friends…
Say something, say anything, c’mon think of something, you have such a big head can’t you think of a sensible word other than hmm.
“Hmmmm..” I said again, this time it was bit longer.
Dear do not laugh, it is a natural phenomenon, in a crisis situation one’s brain stops working.
“What hmmm… are you doing? This is my life’s decision I cannot take it in few minutes or few hours, I got to know that guy”
“Yeah… why don’t you talk to that guy once, you will get to know him”
“Ohh Please, even a sex addict will also be nice to you when you talk to him for the first time”
“I am damn sure, he won’t be a sex addict, your parents know him na”
“I am not saying he is a sex addict, OMG, what if he is?” she panicked.
“Do you want me to bring you a soda or something, as it is too hot in here, I dun think tea is a good idea at this hour of day” I said gulping my own saliva.
“Yes please, thank you so much” she said throwing the cup full of tea directly into the dustbin without even getting up.
“Relax, baby… I am sure, he would be a very nice guy. After all he is gonna be your husband” I said with a very big and flattering smile on my face.
“You think so?” said she with pity eyes.
“Ohh baby, definitely… talk to him once”
“Hey one sec, if he is traveling next month to US then what about you” I said again, but I do not know why I had to say this, for the first time in the evening she calmed down and boom… I lit the fire again…
“Yeah… exactly… and you know his parents have the solution for this too. You want to know what it is, the solution is that I will take a transfer from here to Chandigarh and stay with his parents while he is in US. I will be filing in for a dependent visa and once it gets approved I will have to quit my job and happily go live with him, cook for him, sweep for him and surely sleep with him too. You know what is a dependent visa right… I will not have a work permit, which means I will be jobless, totally jobless… ” she was going crazy.
“Take a breath… calm down, everything is gonna be okay… calm down”
“Your parents must have thought over all of these, why don’t you talk to them first” I said again.
“They want me to get married… am I such a burden on them… ” and now she was crying. I felt bad.
“Come honey, lets go to my room”
We were about to leave when two of my friends came, their timing was just perfect like the Bollywood movie cops, after the show was over.
“Hey… what happened, why are you crying” said Joe.
“It’s a long story, let us go to my flat and discuss” I said.
We drove to my flat which is in fourth floor and the lift was under maintenance so, Silvia had stopped crying in the journey from ground floor to fourth floor by stairs.
As I opened my flat, my other two friends the most vicious characters, rushed into to occupy the most puffed bean bags leaving behind two, among which one was okay to sit and the other was a mini bean bag that I got for free when I bought the other three big ones.
I, being the most generous and also self invited host of the evening offered Silvia to sit on the bigger one and sat on the lil one somehow adjusting my but.
“So, what’s the big story?” said Addi, another friend of mine.
“Has someone again stolen her jeans from the terrace while she kept it to dry after wash” teased Joe.
“Guys, this is serious, Sil is getting married” I said
“Whatt… ” both of them said together.
I narrated the whole story and firstly they were like ‘Hawww’ then ‘hmmm’ then, actually nothing after giving their two reactions they just kept nodding their heads.
“I have an idea, why doesn’t Sil call that guy right now from here” Joe bursted.
“Whoa whoa… doesn’t her parents should know this before she calls him” Addi said with concern.
“Okay, Sil, go ahead, tell your parents that you are going to call him now just because you need to know the guy you are marring” Joe said as if she would call Sil’s parents if she doesn’t.
“Don’t you think she should wait for the guy to call first, won’t she appear too desperate if she calls him first” Addi said again
“Baby, she has only thirty days and if you will exclude today, she has only twenty-nine days left, so, do you really think she has the time to waste on thinking who is desperate and who is not” I was so pissed.
“I am gonna call him now, where is my phone, give me my phone” Silvia panicked.
“Easy cat, easy… call your parents first and then call him. Talk nicely and please do not panic” I said, I was actually concerned, as she was behaving damn crazy.
She took her cell phone and went to the terrace.
In the mean time we decided that we will prepare pepper chicken for dinner but for the time being we settled for tea and some snacks.
We three started chit chatting, firstly with arrange marriages, then complained about our managers, gradually moved to scope of different technologies, current openings, hikes and usual daily stuffs, when our drama queen came back from the terrace after approximately two hours, yes two hours!
She came back with a very very big smile on her face and yeah unlikely to her behavior she was blushing too.
“Oye hoye, what happened, you seem too happy” I said.
“Girls, he is kinda cute and understanding too. I liked him. He listened to my aspirations; he even said he will get me a work permit so, that I can get a job there as well”
“Hon, isn’t he a sex addict?” I said with a cunning smile on my face.
“Ohh, shut up, he is too cute to be that”
And that, ladies and gentleman was the fine moment when we lost our friend!
She used to be with us with her cell phone beeping constantly, need less to explain who beeped her.
In another twenty five days we were attending one of the our best friends marriage ceremony. Trust me those past twenty-five days were not easy. We have been shopping for the sarees, embroidered suits(very heavy embroidered yeah very, some of them had even golden work, some you can not even look directly to, you had to have sun glasses to look at, well, I won’t deny some were nice which even made me think to marry, but only for few seconds not more than that!)
Oh! I forgot about shopping for shoes, bags, make up kit (these stuffs are so costly, that tiny velvety vanity box cost her ten grands, shit, what can we apply on hardly seven inches of face for ten thousand bucks!) and how can I forget about lingerie (buying them was fun).
On 8th March, 2014 our friend got married. We became three from four. Though there is no culture of Bride’s maid in Punjabi families nor in ours but still we were self appointed three bride’s maid dressed similarly in different colors.
That was the first time I went to a wedding where I didn’t go only to eat or comment on the bride and the groom, it was the wedding of my friend. She looked like a princess yeah a princess loaded with gold!
“Do you believe our Sil is married” I said.
“I still don’t believe she will no longer roam around with us all over the city again, she won’t be there to have road side tea, go shopping with us, prepare her rajma chawal any more” Joe got upset and do did we.
We hugged each other and pledged, no matter whom we marry and where we go we will always be in contact.
“You know what, Silvia is too brave to fall into a marriage so soon. I am never gonna marry so fast, I need time” I said.
But girls, there is very common saying ‘Never say Never’ and the moment I said it, somehow somewhere in the universe there were meteors clashing, with huge lightening, some of the planets stopped for seconds, they changed their routes and finally my so did my FATE. Yeah my fate got Twisted, twisted as hell!
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