I'm right now, if not making any mistake then, 26 years old and I can add some more some more months also but that are obviously irrelevant. One is supposed to trim the number when one is telling one's age to someone else. Well, this blog is not about telling my date of birth etc but I have a point to mention my age here. The point is that this the first time I was attending a friend's marriage in my life. It does not mean that I have never got a chance or invitation to attend the marriage of my friend. I had my chances and invitations at the time when I was doing my 10+2 from my hometown college and when I was in 8th standard in my school. I used to live in rural area at that time and it was a common practice to get your offspring's married as soon as they looked like matured. It was not exactly a child marriage since the time they used to get married they did not look like a child from any angle but according to constitution of India any marriage which involve a boy having age less than 21 or a girl having a age less than 18 should be treated as child marriage. I'm not sure which article does entail about this but I'm pretty sure there is some article that manifest this definition.
My mother never allowed me to attend those marriages because she did not have a fig a trust over my friends of those time and she was in impression that I could be swayed upon by my vagrant friends. I used to get upset by her strict instructions not to attend the marriages but now I believe that she was true. So this is how I got a chance to attend my first friends marriage at the age of 26 when I,myself, is supposed to get married.
So, let's start from here but first I need to mention about the details of marriage like where it was happening and what was the date and more importantly who were the groom and bride. The marriage was on 11th of February,2009 and it was happening in Kanpur that was native place of both bride and groom. I was in little dilemma whether to use their's name here or not but this blog is about my experience so I decided to keep them without a name and hereafter they would be referred as Mr.Groom and Miss Bride or Misses Groom whatever you prefer to stick with. But I would like to call her Miss Bride as it shows her individuality and I have high regard for women and their individuality.
The itinerary plan was like that I had to catch a train from Varanasi (where I live) at 5 AM in the morning and it was supposed to get me to Kanpur at 11:40 AM and the next day I had to catch the same train from Kanpur at 5 PM and it was supposed to reach Varanasi at 11:40 PM or 12:15 AM. So it was whole two days plan. I forgot to tell you the name of train because this blog might server as source of information for those who have similar future itinerary plans. The name of the train was ChauriChaura Express and if you have ever studied history then you can remember this name. Lets not get into the details of this trains name because that would for sure expose my little knowledge about history.
So I caught the train at right time and it left the Varanasi sharp at 5 AM in the morning. Usually this punctuality is not a characteristic features of Indian railways. I was surprised but the same time was happy that finally they learnt the meaning of punctuality. Train started and soon it accelerated in a nice way and that made me to think that I was going to make it at right time. Since I had to get up at 2 AM to catch the train, therefore I fell to sleep as soon as I boarded on the train. I dreamt that when I would open my eyes I would not be far away from Kanpur and when I opened my eyes I came to know that I was still at Allahabad station. I thought it must be 8 'O' Clock in the morning but when I gazed upon my watch then I realised that train was almost two and half hours late. I cursed my self and said to my self How the hell did you forget that you were traveling with the Indian railways and in very rare of rarest you would see the punctuality of this department and this was not among those rare of rarest situation. There is common belief that if your train is late then it is made to be more late during the travel to it's destination and exactly same happened with me. The train further got delayed in reaching to Kanpur and my well wishers just kept on going to call me to know my whereabouts. After a long fighting with eternity, the train reached to Kanpur station somewhere around 2:30 or 2:45 afternoon. It took almost 10 hours to cover a distance of 320 km's by this express train. What an irony on name of express train. I wasn't fatigued because I had a luxury of AC coach and that coach was almost empty. So I could say that even if it was a very long and boring journey but it was a comfortable one that's for sure. So here I put my feet at Kanpur central Station.
You knows what I kind of little repulsive towards Kanpur. I don't know why but this is what it is. So when I gazed around I found Kanpur station exactly same as I supposed it to be. It was creepy place and very dirty.It was stinking because of urine and lumps of shit all across the station. I just felt as if somehow I got disappeared from here magically but I was living in real words not in imaginary one so this for sure could not happen. Well, after a little wait my friend came to station and picked up from me there and we headed for friend's home. The road of Kanpur were pathetic and they were full of potholes. I did not find any single road while my way to his house that could be seen as road of so called good city. There was no one who followed traffic rules. Everybody was driving his/her vehicle as they wanted to. Somehow after a loads of jerks, We reached to friend's house. Thanks to god it was not far away from station otherwise the roads would have surely made a heck out of me. But all that pain and trouble of journey came to an end when I met with others friend their who reached there in the morning. It is so nice feeling if you meet with your friends after a long time. We embraced each other and had a very long chat where we drilled down to any subject that hit to our mind. We had a loads of fun and with end of each statement we rolled down in laughter. It was so pleasant to be with friends and I'm surely going to treasure all those moments. They say right friendship is the only relationship that we choose by ourselves. Nobody impose on oneself this relationship. After a loads of chit-chat, it was time prepare ourselves for Barat. Barat left for the destination somewhere around 6 in the evening. Mr. Groom was looking nice in his nice wardrobe and obviously was smiling so much.
We reached to lawn where all the arrangements were made after half of an hour. My group that includes Pushkar, Pathak, Sachin and Ranjit took a round of lawn. We left the Mr. Groom to his own and he was preparing for JaiMaal. Mr. Groom put on sherwanni for this occasion and he was looking great. We got our pictures shoot with Mr. Groom and he was all set for Barat. There were very few people in the Barat and it was only half of an hour affair. Pushkar looked like he was highly drunk and was pushing other friend's for dancing among the little gathering. I tried to check on him but he was for a while out of control because of effect of Whiskey and bear. Everybody was dancing like a mad guy. I know everybody in India knows how the people dances in Wedding Barat. There is no specific style of dancing except one which is called Nagin Dance ( The dance performed by pair of snakes and it is controlled by snake charmers). The Barati (who are part of Barat) dances as they want to dance. They just keep on shaking there body and wave their hands like a crazy guy. This exactly happened at that marriage also. After a while we reached to lawn again and headed for place where JaiMaal was supposed to happen. That place was exactly a tented hall and there was a central dais where there were two wonderful chairs one for Mr.Groom and one for Miss Bride. After a little ritual Mr. Groom parked his ass on one of chair. Sorry Mr. Groom for little dirty language but I was just little out of patient using good language. I hope you would continue to be same as you had been before reading this blog. He was smiling and was only smiling. The reason was very simple he was surrounded by plenty of beautiful girls. This is the first time he would have been in center of attraction of so many beautiful girls. He was ecstatic and could not help himself by showing it through his little awkward smile. A DJ was running on side of dais and We all friends jumped on the floor and rock the floor with latest bollywood tracks. We later found that there were quite a eyes who were appreciating our dancing skills and that really helped us to dance more heartily. We danced until we were out of energy. We parked our asses on chairs and waited for other proceedings. Then suddenly Miss Bride or Our respected Bhabhijee arrived there and sat next to Mr.Groom. I must say Bhabhijee was looking very beautiful and both of them were looking very pretty. The were made for each other. They exchanged garland to each other and we all gathered around for a picture perfect. We went for diner and I would must say here that arrangement was fabulous. You could find every popular Indian cuisine besides the Chinese cuisine. We had Chat, Bhelpuri, Ice-Creems, Fruit Chat apart from usual famous north Indian Cuisine. We thoroughly enjoyed the food and had rounds of it. My other friends departed soon after as they had to catch a train for Delhi. I left alone and was little disappointed as the company of them was great but I decided that I would attend the whole marriage ceremony and much of your surprise it was going to be first time I was attending the whole marriage ceremony that means I had made up my mind that I would sit down at every events and would watch it closely. We also celebrated the Birth Day of Mr.Groom and cut a cake and distributed among the people around there. We had a little rest after that took a little nap. We felt refreshed and were all set for big occasion and that was the final marriage ritual. Mr. Groom had put a new dress and again he was looking perfect. We headed for a hall where the marriage had to be performed. It was a long event and I was feeling like I could not stand anymore for this event. I left the place and again fell to bed for a good dream. When I woke up then I found that Mr.Groom was done with the event and we were ready for Vidai. We left the place somewhere around 10 AM and I left for my home at 5 PM and boarded on the same train. The train had shown its characteristic features and I reached to home around 2:30 AM. I was fatigued and started snoring as soon as I jumped to bed.
So this is how I had attended the my first friend's wedding and I enjoyed it. Thanks for reading all these crap with such a appreciating patience.
