The morning on the day of the wedding was like any other , birds be flying, I grabbing a newspaper and reading the comic section,a typical lazy day except I was not at my own house but at Rohit's and it was just about to get crazy in da house.
The entire Sarkar family was on "holy cow , shit gonna start soon" mode, with people running about and getting the final checks before moving to the hall which was booked for the wedding. Now Bengali weddings don't go for that "lets have just 1 massive hall" kind of idea, they go fr the glamorous " We shall book a complete building which has historical significance and was once owned buy a king".
This is exactly what was booked by Rohit's family, a big palatial home with a huge lawn at the back and huge crazy corridors and rooms on the ground floor, while the first and 2nd floors were off limits as people resided in them.
The morning was crazy as everyone was supposed to shift to that home and have breakfast there, so people were loading a lot of goods, utensils, food items into cars and trying to stuff people into the same car and moving into the same rented "palace". Plus this was a Feb wedding but one this day of the wedding , especially in the morning it was screaming for a fire and was bloody warm, with me wearing a dark t shirt, I looked like I had just come from a swimming pool, sweating like a crazy person.
Also when Rohit and I reached the place along with a few of his relatives, we found out that the groom's relatives were to come over in the morning and have a look at the place once over, crazy panic mode sets in as we have to make breakfast for them. Breakfast was always on the cards but we were going in a slow way as it was just for us, now we had to go into over gear and make a lot of "Loochi and Vegetables".
When the set of ladies came to the hall, and they all were looking fantastic, we made sure they got what they wanted, food that is. Fed em and shoved em off to go back to their "Kashmir House" so that we bongs could hog on the food, especially sitting in an open yard and having the fear of some "mayonnaise" falling from the sky and acting as a condiment to your food is always scary. We sat under a covered porch right next to the garden, with Rohit's fraaands from NITK coming into the party and me meeting a few of em, you know the southies that Rohit warned me not to make fun off. Babla and Nagu also joined the gang and we ate like crazy.
After breakfast we had nothing much to do but kill time, so while some of Rohit's friends went off to "Discover Calcutta", which meant a trip to Park Street and Victoria Memorial, quite a few of us stayed back for some light assed banter. Bhabhiji, Buddhesh, Joyraj, Nagu, Babla and if I missed someone , you didn't make an impression on me that day. jokes were flying about as Babla brought out one PJ after another ,kepping us entertained and being the typical Babla as he is, plus he was making up for the fact that he would not be there for the wedding as he had to play at a show, typical rock stardom, has to pay a price ultimately missed out a lot.
After lunch we all retired back, well Nagu and I did, we needed to bathe and clean up before we went to the wedding. Evening comes and Nagu comes over to my place before we go to the wedding, both looking dapper in kurta's and all, we looked so different compared to what we normally wear, it was insane. Reaching the said hall for the wedding, we see that it is already filling up with people and they are already taking snaps of the bride and groom, people lining up greeting them, we acting like trolls and greeting random people who we don't know, getting our pictures taken and also making sure that bhabhiji and Chintoo got their pictures taken, together as well so that chintoo can never be forever alone.
While taking pictures and the likes were alright, the real stars of the night, barring the couples were the starters, I mean the food, holy cow did Rohit get this thing right. the food at the wedding was fantastic, especially this crazy chicken starter, now I know that my love for chicken has no bounds but SWEEEET JESUS this was absolutely fantastic, I was out hunting the waiters so that they could bring me this spicy chicken all the time. Hell one waiter was always coming to me and serving me the chicken first since I loved it so much, I must have had at least a pound of that chicken, easy.
Then these was this fantastic fried fish as well, usually I don't eat seafood but Rohit told me "You gotta have the fish". Me mom and dad also told me to have it and again this one hit the ball out of the stadium, the food was just fucking amazing at the wedding, plus the fact these was ice cream of 5 flavours, it just could not get any better.
There was some work to be done as well, what happens in bong weddings is that the male members of the family have to carry the bride from the mandap to another spot on the garden, now Rohit's sister is not fat at all but us flabby men trying to life a lady up seemed to be such a hard thing to do, the distance was not more than 20 meters, but my God, we had to take help from like 20 men, all switching positions so that they don't get tired, I did my bit as well, making sure sister ji did not fall down and make us all look like complete noobs. Arms tired, work done, this was my workout for the entire week if not month.
Work done = party time, which means eating more and more, stuffing myself with the said chicken even after dinner is done, sadly Babla missed this entire feast and we had to keep some food aside for him, actually we had to keep a lot of food aside for the fat ass, he came at around 11 PM, but as soon as I thought the party would really start with Babla is full swing and the fact that there is this bit about all the members staying up all night after the marriage for a bit of fun, I had to return back home thanks to my office, lets just say It was not easy to go back since Babla had come back and was giving me the greatest tirade in his lowest audible voice. All in all another big wedding was done, congratulations to the newly weds who returned back to the good old US of A.
Coming next, Chintoo's wedding, for sure.
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