The guys family welcomed the girls side to Goa. And there it got all clear. The guys side were traditional Marathi people. Not much depressed by the first set back, the gang was determined to have some fun and good time in Goa. They were made to settle down in a cozy mansion. To feel at home and in search of some adventure, a flock of women from the group crossed the limits of the mansion and started doing a pooja in an open land. That land turned out to belong to some one from a different religion. In a second, huge crowd gathered there to protest hindu pooja on a non Hindu land. Good that some warm blooded bros were not around. They had all the potential to create a ruckus there. Wise elders understood the matter and sorted out a compromise fast.
The wedding was on the other day. More or less it was a traditional wedding, some grumpy serious faces sitting in a row discussing i guess politics, an elder brother giving order and many younger following some, a kid running amok with seven coke bottles tied by his arm on the chest, alarming announcements for a lost child who was invariably found within 40 seconds in some corner of the pandal beating another lost kid.
The barat was expected to come by 4 in the evening. Now this was not at all usual for people used to waiting for the baraat till 1 in the night. Barat is synonymous to night, and making late almost always. So even when this information was given,it was some how not processed. After having a sumptuous lunch at 3.30, every one went to enjoy siesta. The plan, i assume must have been to sleep till 3.58 and get ready for the wedding in 2 minutes.
But to the horror, really the barat came at 4! Now there was a frenzy. Sister running with bare ears in search of ear rings, which she thought she somewhere handed to either mom or one of the mom's three sister. There were pleadings made to some indifferent brother to get something from the 3rd floor. Men let their silk tie go off, and just stood with an open collar and open arms for the welcome.
The wedding started. And ended. In between the veil fell, as it falls in a traditional marathi wedding, the girls saw the face of his groom for the first time. (err..He was a classmate before).
Next day, it was reception ceremony. Apart from regular stalls, tables, round tables, couple thrones there was also a dark corner, somewhere behind all the arrangements. Though it was an impromptu arrangement made by the brothers and friends, it was attracting maximum traffic. Say..they were having 'water' there. I mean officially you are not allowed to have water, so the corner and the darkness and the shield of some innocent non-'water'ic kid was needed.
The last day of the stay was marked by the historic bath of the gang in the Arabians. A bro who is often misunderstood to be Rajni with his goggles and shirts on, decided to let the ocean drench him, and there flew the gandhian vests. And then there was a stampede, the children thought they just saw an old bear with hair all over. I mean yes, the one's exposing their charm from nose and the ears were also not so charming, but children accepted it as a way of life. But existence of another treasure (on) chest was unnerving for the innocent souls.
Social networking has become an integral part of our life-
Hence we decided to give The most social person in the bro and the chick category sponsored by Facebook. According to a post marriage survey, one of the friend of the bride and the groom, allegedly in white saree got maximum number of FB friend request. She was awarded 'most social chick of the night' award. The same survey cited that a bro, notorious on FB, sent the maximum friend request to any and every one including to the one in white saree (though with an attached script) was awarded most social bro of the night. We congratulate them on behalf of whole 'I love Golghar, Gorakhpur' club on the Face Book.
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