A marriage took place a week back in a high class family. Sorry to use the words high class, as I believe in a classless society. With enjoyments, fun, band parties, crackers, lights , smell of perfumes, incense the party carried on. Relatives friends and elders celebrating the party as for them they dont want to miss this wonderful moment. In the big hall people busy eating puri, sabji, sweets, tandoori, mutton, pulao and all the delicious items that was prepared to feed the guest as it is always believed that invited guest should always be treated properly. However it was a party for the high class in the society. Nobody in the middle or less income group were to be seen. It is a son who got married to a girl in the same locality belonged to a very rich family. It is a so called love marriage and finally arranged. The main objective of this marriage is money, property and power.
I planned to attend the marriage party intentionally even though I was an uninvited guest. The entrance and the inner decorations were marvellous as if reminding me visiting an aristrocrats place. Anyway I was lest bothered about it. People formed circles and sharing some sweet moments with their friends and relatives . I kept on moving from corner to corner thinking where and how to start and with whom very confusing.........Most of the time the waiters would carry cold drinks, coffee, chat, tikka, chips and all the mouth freshners before the heavy meal. All the time I was asked to clear the road...excuse me ...side side..
Finally I saw the parents of the son who got married..they stared at me because they know me as I am their neighbour...the father uttered hello are you coming to meet some one here...? I said no...
After sometime the crowd increased.. every where wonderful discussions with issues like money property and power....I am still confused what to do as there was no one to offer a cup of tea. Just after sometime behind the crowd in a wonderful and a precious dress I saw the son who got married....I thought that let me go once near him and wish him but no way out to meet....
The son was no one but one of my close friends with whom I played together in my childhood days....
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Nawab Wahabul Haque
