The day when groom and bride collide

When you want to be a part of happiness and when you still can not pour down the tears of joy that definitely gives a blank and unidentified color of signal. The 7 of us, not to mention the names, were having too much going through their minds and heads that Pabloo forgot to wear his boxer and Curly dude forgot to give a ring to his mama and say “I love you”.

When it comes to the supervisor, the plan is black and white and the wakes up calls are on time and non stop. But she is sometimes too much of a control freak and annoying. So that’s how the day started. Probably, some might think that it’s a time for celebration but too much was ahead that we hardly had time to be in each other’s arms.

When it comes to Pabloo, the stress is fun. Jokes, jokes and jokes that made me vomit (like the bride says). But definitely, he was an ease for all of us when we all wanted to fight with each other or cry.

The curly hair girl, who was the best girlfriend on the scene. Seems like she is an expert when it came to labour work and the work was flawless not showing the attendees that this was her first experience. But beyond work, she was amazement to us all as she was a substitute to radio and we loved it.

The curly hair dude, who was too much of a precious baby of Island Chief but yet wasn’t that precious to do the dirty work for our beloved groom and bride. For us, he was a better human being as he was manly enough to take the lead and be the man of the whole situation.

The “kuda kuda” Farbaz, who was too cute to make any of us stressed. Came out selflessly to help us all. Altruistically, she gave more than her time and commitment, the belongingness she presented was absolutely better than the actual belonged.

Mr. T, who looks mild but wasn’t that mild when it came to work work work (curly hair girl…don’t take this wrong). He, who was more than an extra hand that took off a whole sahara of sand, but also was there to bring in red bulls for all of us.

The outsider, was a man to look up to. Took care of us all with doughnuts. (I hope he’s keep his mouth shut about this).

Thank god we slept that night before, if not I am not sure how we would look or how we all can handle twice as much as mood swings that went along during the wedding day. Morning was as beautiful as it could be, started my day with breakfast and confessions of 37 days with Pabloo.

Before we knew sun was setting, with too much tension like the candles in the shot glasses. A beloved groom, who was too dedicated and committed to the wedding, for whom nothing else mattered on the particular day. More credit goes to him, as he had promised us a coffee. The backdrop was empty. The branches were limited. The best men were moody. The bride was usual.

Throughout the wedding mania, favorite moments to capture on a frame would be when me and my boys sat down and listened to the bride on the phone’s loudspeaker. When Pabloo and I ate hell lot of yummy food from grandmas. When Curly Hair Dude and I went on girl’s shopping and was totally ruined by bride and groom’s tension. When finally a bra was smaller on petite girls. When we did the cards with groom’s family. When Pabloo and I had chocolate balls and red bull. When Bride and Groom collide collide collide…. When we high-fived for the locked up dude.

8:45pm it is. The moment we all felt so relieved but so fucked up when I heard the phrase “varah reethi viyya” in the most sarcastic torn and voice. Damn I hate that moment, nevertheless the top ten made it up to me when he said, I don’t need to get ready because I was looking sexy as I was. Not that this is appropriate, but these words drive your day, even when it’s messy.

So we all came back, looking hot and stunning. Enjoyed an hour or less and then again, labour work. During which we all went crazier than ever. I sold my soul to top tens. Two curly hairs decided to get married, and Curly Hair Dude decided to announce their wedding date on our next coffee. Worst, they even decided to have curly haired hairy babies. Supervisor decided to storm off :$ Some were too moody to talk to. Some were too ignorant to help. Some were too hyper from too much work and too less sleep. Yet, strong as ever, we pulled it off.

The best part of the night is when we all said bye to each other; we thanked each other, hugged everyone and stared at each other, when that look said it all. Said that, despite how tough it gets, we all stand for loved ones. We all shall always be there through tears and laughs. The finest moments of the night was saying goodbye to friends who stand by you forever. Like the groom thanked us all “we were all there to hold his hand when everybody else just shook his hand”.

Despite everything, what makes a wedding day is the joy the bride and groom shares with the people around them. Like the enthusiasm in curly hair dude, craving to get married. Like the tears that rolled down someone’s eye when she saw the invisible glow of the night.