Story of a lost journalist

January 23, 2008

My Best Friend’s Wedding

Filed under: Personal — Cris @ 19:43

My Best Friend’s Wedding! 

No I am not “Jools” trying to wreck Michael’s wedding. Here the characters are more than 3. The main character has gotta be the genius author Ms Cris. The marrying couple Ms Rose and Mr Hattio. And then we have got Ros’s and my bro Mr V.

Somewhere in June 1993, Ms Cris met Ms Ros. And 12 years later Ms Cris met Mr Hattio. Ms Cris had to go and meet these people ’cause she was fate dressed as human. Or better, Cupid dressed as human. Only I didnt have ’em arrows loaded with me, so I went for internet. Pling, I sent an arrow to California and pling, I sent another to Cochin. And pling-pling a marriage happened 3 days ago!

It was one of the biggest days of my life. And in less than a day, when I saw Ms Ros again, “married” was written all over her face. I dont know how that happens. Married ladies somehow give out this color or feeling or whatever you call it and you tell yourself “now that girl, shes married”. If men knew the art of sensing this, they could avoid hitting on married ladies and try their luck somewhere else. But then it cant be taught; its a gift!

Seeing my 2 and a half year old friend Mr Hattio for the first time was something too (misguiding? Clarifying, he is older than 2 n a half though he looks that). The day that boy met me, he had his lucky cap on I am sure and now he has got the prettiest wife evah!

Its just a lot of feelings mixed together! And everything was over too fast! I know you shouldnt expect a marriage to last 20 days but well when you have planned so much for a big day with lotsa people and suddenly everything is over and everyone is packing their bags, you feel a kind of sorrow in the air. I am sure if Mr V was here, he’d raise his eyebrows and plaster my mouth. The poor boy was a wreck but I knew he was happy every second. Hey its his big sis’s big day!

The only trouble when you attend a best friend’s wedding in India is, people have but one thing to ask you and its not Whats-the-time. It is the 4 most scary words –

1) So 2) when 3) is 4) yours

A smile is the best reply I know so far and that doesnt seem to satisfy the questioners. So they keep asking and I keep smiling.

As for Ros, I imagine she is flying right now. Though literally she could be, I meant in the sky. As she stood in that pink Sari with shining ornaments, I saw that gravity stood no chance as the stars pulled her up to stay with them and she all wieghtless floated around with Hattio right next to her 🙂

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6 Comments »

  1. so now at wordpress…mine is hit number 37….good theme 🙂
    how d’ya feel now after rose has flown away…ms internet cupid inte next plans entha

    Comment by justajester — January 24, 2008 @ 16:49 | Reply

  2. Welcome to wordpress 🙂

    Comment by Gov — January 25, 2008 @ 09:23 | Reply

  3. Oye this pic looks Cool 🙂

    Comment by Gov — January 31, 2008 @ 09:07 | Reply

  4. Two and a half year old!!!!!
    All you village women from Kerala are the same……….No moustache = young boy.

    Comment by me! — February 18, 2008 @ 23:40 | Reply

  5. […] third in the wedding series, I realize – this being first and this being second. So proceeding with the typical beginning – I have been to a […]

    Pingback by Cris’s World » A wedding, hmm, again — August 22, 2008 @ 02:30 | Reply

  6. I am looking forward to my best friends Marriage.. The only marriage function I wish to be at.. He will be busy with his Girl uncle, Aunty, with all his good friends around.. With a face filled with Happiness..

    I will take a long hug.. Now he has a Girl to love and live for.. I shouldn’t stay any longer.. And spoil the happiness..I wish and pray to God that he gets the best Girl so loving and caring that he never ever misses a friend,like me.

    Comment by Javed Miandad — January 4, 2012 @ 05:08 | Reply


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