Word of caution: Dear Tommy, you shall find reasons to smile, laugh and shake your head as you read this, but even more so, you will find points of debate which will make ensuing conversations very interesting.
Glasses of spiked punch letter, when the ties of the formal attire had been loosened. When gossip was moving more freely, conversation turned very interesting.
Abhi, the nerd of our high school group, now wearing lenses instead of his usual spectacles, sipping whiskey on the rocks, gave a rather ungentlemanly burp and announced, “I am getting married!”
The first from our group to tie the knot and the least expected to do so.
Needless to say a round of congratulations followed and more drinks were ordered on the house. Finally Shashi asked the expected, “Who’s the lucky girl?”
Shahsi, the gossip queen, long ago ready for marriage, yet struggling with the pressing demands of the marital market. Not the one who dares to have an affair, but secretly hopes she gets awarded ‘the couple of the year’ the year she marries. As she asks the question, she mentally ticks off Abhi as a prospective husband, and without quite turning her neck, begins assessing the remaining bachelors.
“Veena,” Abhi pronounces and is greeted with a pin drop silence. Veena and Abhi were childhood sweethearts, then as was expected Abhi took off to study abroad and settled in a job with a fat salary with some MNC which had no branches whatsoever in India. He would return like the true Indian Bachelor to rope in his very desi biwi. But he would rope in his childhood sweetheart again?? Very filmy.
Ajay, who was always the most sought after guy in the group, and was also incidentally quite drunk by now said, “ Not the same Veena you were dating way back then!”
“The same one.” Abhi nodded. Feeling quite proud about this.
“She marrying you?” Ajay sniggered. “ But she asked me to marry her last week! I shed me not ready for commitment! She get angreee and she shay she marry shumone elsh… I shay ok.. she shay she marry the fursht ash willing to marry her.. you that ash?!”
There is pin drop silence and me who was feeling silly for some reason, say, “So when’s the wedding?”