Kehar Singh uncle’s puttar is getting married. Tomorrow. Now, could we ask for a more joyous occasion? Nope. Never. Not in our wildest dreams. Diwali pales in comparison. We are so excited we can’t sit still, we can’t concentrate. The persistent dhol baje.. dhol baje.. dhol baje.. outside the building is almost wrecking with our digestion. We sit, type and tap our feet to it. Considering not many of us will get a shot at matrimony, we are giving this one all we have. Saidulajaib shines in the brightness of a thousand lights. After all, what is an electricity bill when uncle’s own blood is walking the aisle. Nothing doing mister.
Anyway a couple of cronies have been suddenly descending upon us and thrusting wedding invitations in our hands and in that oh so subtly menacing tone, demanding we dance in the baraat and eat paneer and naan with reckless abandon. I don’t think anyone is going. Except Sidharth maybe. It’s a clan thing. Don’t ask.
P.S: The groom is Vikas and the blushing bride to be is Seema. The baraat goes from here to Nangloi. What do you care? You don’t. Okay, okay I was just wasting your time. Sue me. And the wall’s been put down. Not for us. For the baraat. Cheers!
Naaa very sad ..
correct ……………….. Le le jaayega UNcle ka Puttar Dulhaniya Le jaayega
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