It was a lovely Sat eve. I was taking a walk along the beach, eating peanuts and commenting on the smart pants following us. Just when I was about to swear at the smart-pants, my cell phone rang. It was my mom. She sounded very hyper.
Me: Hi Mamma Darling
Mom: Where are you?
Me: In the beach. It’s a lovely weather. Dint feel like studying
Mom: Ya right! When did u ever feel like studying?
Me: Just 2 hours before the exam…he he
Mom: You are a useless creature. I guess we should just get you married off.
Me: What on earth is u talking? I will study well from now on. Will get 1st rank in the class. Promise.
Mom: Pack your bags and be ready tomo by 6. Dad’s gonna come and pick you up. Something urgent at home. You need to be here.
Me: (All excited) Is it? Tell me what it is?
Mom: well…I don’t wanna spoil the surprise for you baby!
Me: Well…if you say so… C ya tomo
All excited, I reached home early after a quick dinner and started packing and hit the sack. The early next day, dad came to pick me up, and I reached home.
And what a shocker did I get there. The whole place was decorated as if for a wedding with the mandap and all. Millions of relatives all around began congratulating me. I ran inside to hunt for my mom. The moment I found her, I asked her what exactly is happening. And then she gave me that sly smile and said – teri shaadi. I thought she must be kidding. Just when I started arguing, 3 of my aunts came in and dragged me in the bollywood filmi ishtyle and started to dress me up for the upcoming events. I wailed and cried but to no avail.
Then towards the evening, I could hear the band baaja, and people hurrying out to see the dulhe raja entering the mandap. I still could not believe all this was happening! Now this mandap was a small little place between two walls where the bride and the broom..oops groom could just about fit in. The shaadi concluded at about the expected time, and then was the bidaai.
After the bidaai, my dear husband (lets call him Mr. G for now) was in such a hurry to rush for the honeymoon, supposedly in Goa. So off we went in a white maruti to the airport. Enroute we stopped at a mall to buy candles, apparently sold in huge vases. This mall was a freaky looking one. A narrow looking corridor without lights with hundreds of shops lined on both the sides. While Mr.G was busy paying the bills, I, for God-knows-what stumbled into my HOD from college. And I just could not stop the burst of tears at that time and started weeping with my head on her shoulder (it must be a crazy crazy nightmare to be doing this). She tried and consoled me by saying “ bade bade sehron mein aisi choti choti baatein hoti rehti hai” (the immortal dialog from DDLJ).
We then bid farewell to the HOD and then left in the Maruti. We drove on for quite sometime, with me wailing all through and him trying to ask me weird questions like, what do you think of me etc etc. We just about reached Goa and checked into the hotel when we heard a knock on the door.
Now please let not your imagination run wild. I am sure you must have guessed by this time that all this was a crazy dream. I was told later that the knocking on the door continued for about 45 mins when I finally woke up and that’s when I realized all this was a dream. And guess who that lucky groom was (No money for guessing, but well, its beyond any guesses too), it was GOVINDA, our very own bollywood actor Govinda. I am not sure if I am to call this entire situation a dream or a nightmare. Thankfully, the knock on the door came in at the right time!
