Begani Shaadi Mein... Abdullah Deewana!!!!
Statutory Warning - The below blog entry is completely non-fictional. The author himself has been a part of the events depicted. Resemblance to any person living or dead is highly obvious and welcome. 2nd half of the blog content might have some explicits and non readalbe material for readers and it is suggested you read this under parental guidance. It is due to my newly developed view that it sells and sells well, it is just a TRP booster.
The entry is about me attending wedding and reception of one of my best friends last sunday, to whom we will, from here on, refer to as 'Bakra'. For, they say, 'Before marriage the man yearns for the woman, after marriage 'y' goes silent'.
Bakra was all set at around 6 30 in the morning, had just came afresh from the bathroom, and was choosing from couple of different coloured underpants (Hope you understand, why the concern). Finally settled with blue colour and all dressed, we went to the rented hall where he was to have his photo shoot, he managed to strike all Naomi Campbell poses with that heavy clothes on, and we left for the venue where the slaughter was afterall planned.
Danced a lot in the baarat, makin our way through the cow dung cakes lying on Rajkot streets, was sweaty and hungry by the time we reached the venue. Bakra had dress change II and wore the chudidar low waist, to flaunt his non Jockey, non Calvin Klein, desi kacchha.
Ceremonies begun and his sister handed me his shoes to keep a dog watch. Three of us friends decided to turn dogs and sell those. While he was at feras, i hurled myself towards the Kanya Paksh, and told his saalis that the shoes are on sell for half of the money they could get from their jiju. However, they had to pay Rs. 500 as advance. But, the saalis and saalas had little or no mind for business and reached agreement after Bakra had those shoes on again.
Marriage went on fine and the food was fabulous. Had lot of fun and panchrangi halwa.
Went to his reception in the evening. And bakra's excitement for what was to follow after the reception was right there on his face. Though, Bakra seemed a little concerned, with the performance pressure building up. I was told that I looked good by many people. Wanted to publish the picture as well, but refrained from it coz I am to wear the same clothes in three more receptions, which might include mine as well.
Post dinner, he came around to wave goodbye, and would have ran to the booked hotel had the cab been not gurring on the gate.
We asked if all the arrangements were made, and by that we meant all the arrangements. We didnt wanted him to land in soup.
Bakra - Ello!! Is this room service
RS - Yes
Bakra - S.O.S. ; Urgent help needed. I am in 'On Climax - No Latex' situation.
RS - Sorry sir that had to be taken care by you only. We suggest you use bathroom. Follow the green lights on the floor for the way and mind you, the carpet is brand new sir.
Bakra - Ello; Urgent help needed. I am in 'On Climax - No Latex' situation
Me - I am on the way back home, can not do anything. Play carrom.
Bakra - Were you guys hinting a Carrom Board when you said arrangements??
We also asked him whether he would want a VCD or DVD, but we ourselves decided on DVD as we didnt want the viewers to lose concentration midway when player changes from VCD to VCD.
PS to readers - This is limited edition entry. Will be omitted in short while. I hate shit on my blog.
PS to Bakra - My name on the gift sticker is written last and with different pen, which does not mean that I have not paid for it. (Tried a lot though, but had to in the end)
PS to Bakra - With Indian national average of 12 mins, if you lasted lesser, or if your better half uttered the words 'Oh!! I was always in search of a tooth pick', please visit Raza Bengali Baba, you can get the address pasted on all mumbai locals. Check - Not my personal experience.
Readers - There is 8th point addition to my previous entry. Thought of it after publishing. Do read.
The entry is about me attending wedding and reception of one of my best friends last sunday, to whom we will, from here on, refer to as 'Bakra'. For, they say, 'Before marriage the man yearns for the woman, after marriage 'y' goes silent'.
Bakra was all set at around 6 30 in the morning, had just came afresh from the bathroom, and was choosing from couple of different coloured underpants (Hope you understand, why the concern). Finally settled with blue colour and all dressed, we went to the rented hall where he was to have his photo shoot, he managed to strike all Naomi Campbell poses with that heavy clothes on, and we left for the venue where the slaughter was afterall planned.
Danced a lot in the baarat, makin our way through the cow dung cakes lying on Rajkot streets, was sweaty and hungry by the time we reached the venue. Bakra had dress change II and wore the chudidar low waist, to flaunt his non Jockey, non Calvin Klein, desi kacchha.
Ceremonies begun and his sister handed me his shoes to keep a dog watch. Three of us friends decided to turn dogs and sell those. While he was at feras, i hurled myself towards the Kanya Paksh, and told his saalis that the shoes are on sell for half of the money they could get from their jiju. However, they had to pay Rs. 500 as advance. But, the saalis and saalas had little or no mind for business and reached agreement after Bakra had those shoes on again.
Marriage went on fine and the food was fabulous. Had lot of fun and panchrangi halwa.
Went to his reception in the evening. And bakra's excitement for what was to follow after the reception was right there on his face. Though, Bakra seemed a little concerned, with the performance pressure building up. I was told that I looked good by many people. Wanted to publish the picture as well, but refrained from it coz I am to wear the same clothes in three more receptions, which might include mine as well.
Post dinner, he came around to wave goodbye, and would have ran to the booked hotel had the cab been not gurring on the gate.
We asked if all the arrangements were made, and by that we meant all the arrangements. We didnt wanted him to land in soup.
Bakra - Ello!! Is this room service
RS - Yes
Bakra - S.O.S. ; Urgent help needed. I am in 'On Climax - No Latex' situation.
RS - Sorry sir that had to be taken care by you only. We suggest you use bathroom. Follow the green lights on the floor for the way and mind you, the carpet is brand new sir.
Bakra - Ello; Urgent help needed. I am in 'On Climax - No Latex' situation
Me - I am on the way back home, can not do anything. Play carrom.
Bakra - Were you guys hinting a Carrom Board when you said arrangements??
We also asked him whether he would want a VCD or DVD, but we ourselves decided on DVD as we didnt want the viewers to lose concentration midway when player changes from VCD to VCD.
PS to readers - This is limited edition entry. Will be omitted in short while. I hate shit on my blog.
PS to Bakra - My name on the gift sticker is written last and with different pen, which does not mean that I have not paid for it. (Tried a lot though, but had to in the end)
PS to Bakra - With Indian national average of 12 mins, if you lasted lesser, or if your better half uttered the words 'Oh!! I was always in search of a tooth pick', please visit Raza Bengali Baba, you can get the address pasted on all mumbai locals. Check - Not my personal experience.
Readers - There is 8th point addition to my previous entry. Thought of it after publishing. Do read.
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