My Best Friends Wedding..!

Anu Mam Marriage

A rocking 11 made our way to the God's own Country for a three day stay, in the disguise of attending the wedding of one of our most special teachers, Miss Annamma Samuel (thats how she was, now Mrs. Annama Joshy). I thought a brief of the trip is a must and here is the gist of our fun:

First and foremost, we learnt that a SPECIAL TRAIN is the one which is given the least preference and the one which will delay your journey the most. It is just another weird phenomenon which exists in the Indian system. We were the least agitated amongst the angry mob waiting for the train. People continuous kept shouting into their cell phones, complaining bout the late arrival of the train, only for the train to be late by 2 and half hours. The train hardly moves, graciously leaves even the goods trains to take lead. It somehow managed to reach the destination, though 6 hours late.

The list of people of who were very badly affected by the trip goes on, including the bride and her whole family who lost their sleep making trips to the station for receiving their guests. One of my friend’s uncle too was waiting in one of the station through the route of journey, for providing us with tasty dinner. Only after 6 to 7 hours of supposed travelling, did we realise that the train never passes through that station and the poor man was waiting for us in the station for so long.

We had our own “thotti committee”, one of its kind. Though the motto of this organisation isn’t so clear, it constitutes mostly of girls who will attack you ruthlessly every time you think of dropping some empty bottle or covers down. They rank themselves better than the CBI and the FBI and will simply pounce on you once they see any prospective offender. Though their weapon power isn’t very appreciable, they still hold high powered ‘water guns’ each (ya rite, borrowed it from the kid next door). When surrendered, they happily take those plastic bottles, crush them and put it in a over stuffed plastic cover, only to be emptied in the next dustbin they sight. I guess you can soon see them in all the happening malls of the city with all fancy dress code. So next time before you litter, better look around.

The Atthripally water falls (or whatever it is called), near Trichur is a must-see. It is sure a nature’s treasure with so much greens and the sight of such quantity of water was a breathtaking experience; that too for a poor guy like me, who is from a place sans water, strictly. We walked, trekked, slipped, fell, jumped, climbed and did much more than words can say only to see the natures bounty. Green Green and more Green was the place. Sure it is God’s own country.

Few pictures taken there of two of my friends which were quite romantic had to be taken off from the web, since they felt it exposed the crude realities..! I had to oblige. The rest of the pics can be viewed from the album.

The second day was very normal, with the guys refusing to move out of the bed and gals making their way to the Cochin Port. Quite a Hot Day it was. The same evening, we had a get-together at the brides place, with all the family members of the bride. That was sure fun. It was singing and more of it and very very tasty food. One of my friends also wore a shirt, with a dark red colour which made heads turn, including those of dogs and buffalos; later we learnt that those poor animals had lost their eye solely because of this incident.

Third day was the wedding, and believe me, next time you get into a chartered bus, better ask the driver if he knows the place. All of the bride’s people took a chartered bus to the church where the wedding took place, and we were as usual late. The driver drove quite a distance, almost for couple of hours; later coolly turned back and asked for the address. The faint grin on his face actually meant that we were totally out of track. We some how reached the place before the knot was made and the bride was looking really pretty. The husband and wife made a very good pair.

Next it was the journey back home, with almost everyone sick, and waiting to breathe the highly polluted, suffocating Chennai air. We did reach home, with dark eyes, 4 sleepless nights and loads of unforgettable memories.