Tonight was no ordinary night for me and my complaint of nothing adventurous happening finally was over. As the I had embarked on an adventure that most of us have seen on TV serials or comedy sitcoms.
I was all set to go for my friend's sister wedding ceremony, for which I was planning a poem to gift for the new couple as I have found poetry my latest hidden and obsessive talent,I had a lot of titles for this auspicious occasion, the one which I personally feel was behind all tonight's adventure was "Let the magic begin..."
The magic began at 4 pm when I reminded dad that I will be attending my friends' sister wedding tonight at Muslim Gymkhana, my dad with his evergreen humor taunting my mother by saying to me; " ami ko bhi sath lejao shadi mein, akhir mein ami ne baat karni hogi... ; )" , my mom with all the innocence in the world replying; "iski fiqr na karein, khud hi dhond lega, wasiey bhi i'm not modern". I was having fun watching them and happy looking at their romance may Allah bless them but also a little sad for mom that she doesn't have confidence after recovering from her illness and a little embarrassed of my mom's remarks thinking me as a macho man, little does she know about me being around girls.
Scene 2 of the act, it was 7 pm in the evening, me in my room networking on the net and I suddenly remembered the wedding card!!!, need to buy it!!!, my heart thumping and saying "Hurry, hurry, nobody gives a bouquet without a card idiot!!!." , so I quickly text-ed Furqan my comrade in tonights adventure, he came and we went to SMCH society to buy the wedding card and then the bouquet, after finishing the to-do list and accomplishing the mission me and furqan returning home with my heart saying; "mission accomplished, YES!!!", we stopped by the car refreshment center (petrol pump) as my princess deserved high octane to rejoice and celebrate the success of the mission after having her fueled she literally became drunk as she din't start and the I was in one of those "why me..." states, i'm sure a lot of us have been through that feeling but tonight I was the victim, woes me :(
Scene 3, the mobile anger, I called home to tell the situation and in return I got one of the typical replies which might piss a few people at times, replies like these....
1. "aur jao beta, meri nahi sonogey to yeh hoga" ( mom replying in anger cuz i din't take her for shopping)
2. "I told ya so..." ( little brother taunting elder brother )
3. "Stay there..." (dad being calm)
4. " Apka matlooba number is waqt band hai..." (telephone operator)
I was really angry as my driver uncle wasn't attending the phone and the concern of flowers getting murjhaod was creeping into mind, we left the car at the petrol pump and came back home, while my way back home, everyone was looking at the bouquet and both of us were laughing at the situation anyhow I quickly got dressed for the wedding, me and furqan went back to the pump to get my princess but i guess the doctor (mechanic) couldn't fix her and we had to leave the car at his workshop on the other hand I was getting late and it was around 10:30pm and I said to furqan that tonight God wants us both to be at the wedding so we went back to his home and we took the flowers again through bazrta line and same thing happened again, this time when we reached furqan's place even his mom and her friends were outside and looking at bouquet anyhow he quickly got dressed and then we took a rickshaw, Allah, Allah karke we reached the hall straight away as we entered the dinner got served as if we the big celebrities jinka intezaar kiya jaraha tha.
The next big thing that was the icing on the cake in tonights adventure that I din't recognize Saba's dad and was sitting right next to him, other than that the night was pleasant, I guess God realized that I could only handle this much of an adventure in one night, I was pleased to meet Misbah's mother, the bride and groom and other college friends and Saba's dad, his humbleness really won my heart and thanks for Harris for givng us a ride back home and last but not the least FURQAN thanks jiggar.
Now I have no complaints of having a boring life, by the way here's the poem through which I went through all the troubles but they were worth it in the end :)
In the years that lie ahead
May you always share the love you have
I pray you'll each be one on whom
And may you share not only love,
But be each other's friend.
Some hopes may not be realized,
Some dreams may not come true,
But many of them will, I know,
Within the home that you will have,
I pray you'll always find
Contentment, joy, security,
Good health and peace of mind.
