I'm back to my office after a very long time, it was not like that of a vacation or any business trip, but I fee like that! It all started from Friday post-lunch to Tuesday early morning and was a short visit to home, but feel it a day, people will remember in life by saying "Hassan ka shadi me" or "Hassan ka shadi ke din".
Yes! the visit was regular week-end with extended leave for my friends marriage in our beloved native. Mai aur Hassan kuch nahi, "We are just friends", it doesn't ends with the words as in OsO, we are childhood friends and a marriage in my native brings all other childhood friends from different schools and streets of our native togather and asusual, it goes with chit-chat of our gone days which will never come - but we feel it, the moment we meet across occasions like this.
Really, the gatherings in the so called friends marriages drives us crazy to dig our funny past like who was what, what was doing at that time, waiting for the school bell to ring, the great escape from the class, how we were caught, who got the slaps and current events sharing after we parted ways for our careers, the job and people around us from different cultures, our slangs and misunderstandings in communications, etc.
A marriage of friend is considered as top priority official and very important meeting among us, no body will dare ignore or absentee in occasion like this which draws more attention than the ongoing Olympic Games.
Now-a-days, ever week or an alternate happens to be marriage of our friends, I feel lucky with my office which is 250km away from my native and normally “Nikah” schedules on Sundays and rarely on Saturday eve, I make it comfortable to be present with the schedules.
So, the grand religious matter of bonding of Hassan suddenly started with my immediate post marriage week, also, it was the wedding day of my cousin Riyaz on 4th May 2008. It was 3pm, we just finished lunch and got the information that DON wants to see the hero! In our tradition to sight or meet the bridegroom, it normally happens in mosque, but the case here is little bit unique! I suppose to say never happened in the history of our town, yes, we finalized the things to go on in my home. There was no body in home; everyone was present in my cousin’s marriage, except my brother Annu. We made a small arrangement of snacks and every thing was perfect to our eyes. Then came the bride’s family members lead by DON with his younger bro and the brides’ uncle.
Never expected, the conversation started with Hassan’s dynamic uncle with tradition style in high accent English…….traditionally we use Urdu or Tamil! Hassan was made to the sitting room, from our side uncle, annu, me and Hassan and from their side, the three (not the muskaters). We three except uncle were very shy to speak in front of the elders and that too in situation like this!
Slowly momentum gained focusing Hassan with usual questions, our guy felt nervous initially but everything took a U-turn in the next moment. It was like a corporate interview for high profile position, ha ha haa! Yes, everything was different, I can say, “I haven’t seen like this”, our guy Hassan was answering the queries in English, all the panel members were situating with different questions from personal life to his official job. The interview discussions went for around 40 minutes, I cautioned to halt within 15 minutes and found that daringly with softness, Hassan was answering to them………..the same comment I got from one of his saala!
This was the moment, still annu and me laugh, every time we discussed about his first meet with his inlaw members! Much things to write, I don’t know what comment I will be getting for putting this very personal experience. Infact, it was a very best meet with Don and others. Picture abhi khatam nahi hui…………. I hope to continue with Hassan’s betrothal till the end of his Valima functions, but sure with his permissions only!!