Jodiya Upar Se Banke Aati He

A golden bright thread between two souls along with two families is known as Marriage.

Lots of Rashme, Dhoom-Dhadaka, Khana-Pina, Masti, Hasna-Rona is heart of marriage functions. These colors make the marriage ceremony more memorable for everybody.

It was a month of March when my best friend Anvi was getting married in Madurai. She was about to get angry and I was about to not attend her marriage due to my new job in Bangalore but they fired me in the very first week because of my lack of interest in the given profile. So pay the tribute of that I decided to go to Madurai and I booked flight of following day after getting fired.

I always said to Anvi, “I would go only for arrange marriage” and she used to tell, “but Raahi, I will go for love marriage only. First I will understand the guy, examine him and then I will get married to him. ”

But it is said na ki,  Jodiya upar se banke aati he. Anvi found her life partner Aayan in arrange marriage.

And there I arrived at her home a week before her marriage and her anger fly away. Her marriage functions were getting started just 5 days following Rang Holi. Lots of work was there to do and just few days were left for marriage. But how can one forget Holi? Especially when that one is Anvi… Although lots of work was pending and wedding was in few days Anvi and Aayan planned a surprise Holi party. It was her last Holi in her “Maayka”. So Aayan wanted to make it most tremendous and memorable for all.

In early morning round about 7 o’clock Aayan and his friends knocked the door. Having heard the knocking I stepped down silently from the room and opened the door. As soon as I opened the door, a guy threw lots of Gulal on me.161-jpg This sudden attack of Gulal made me shout. After hearing me shouting all family members came out asking what had happened to Raahi? And then all Aayan’s family members and friends attacked on them with water balloons and Gulal. After looking at Anvi and Aayan playing everybody understood that it was their planning and all resumed to enjoy. But I was still dazed and my eyes were also burning because of Gulal in eyes.

All of a sudden a guy whose face and clothes were completely colored (with my dim sight) held my hand and very politely took me to the mid of the garden where a big water tub was put. I was not able to see the things clearly. He washed my eyes gently and said I am sorry for flinging Gulal. There were only his sparkling eyes I could see in that colorful environment. Before I say anything he disappeared from there, his friends took him away to play. I couldn’t even see his face and the Holi celebration reached to end. Everyone enjoyed a lot and so Anvi. It became the dazzling Rang Holi at her Maayka.

And the time of first function reached. After wearing Choli, early morning of the foremost function I went to see the decorations. A man gave me a white rose and said I am sorry for Rang Holi. There were same eyes, same spark. I don’t why but a deep smile covered my lips. I took the rose and said “It’s okay”. He introduced (forwarding his hands to shake hands), “I am Krutarth”. I said “I am Raahi” (forwarded hand and shook hands). He gave me a letter and said Aayan had sent this for Anvi Bhabhi. I took it and said “I will give her.” He said looking into my eyes “you are looking beautiful. Bye; see you soon”. That made me shy. I started staring at floor and he left smiling. From that moment we were together. We took our food together, danced together, prepared many things together and simply we were together. Everybody enjoyed all functions vividly.

The moment came when a daughter of her parents has to leave the home; the home where she has been born up and brought up. She requires to leave the home to go to her own home, to create another beautiful world. Everybody was crying and so was I. Anvi hugged me and we cried a lot. Her in-laws were very hearty but we had no idea when we would meet again. Finally everybody was saying good-bye to every Baarati, asking for forgiveness for inconvenience if they had face. I also was standing closing my hands in raw. Krutarth was leaving, my hands remained closed in front of him and I smiled with water into my eyes. He bended on knees, I was completely surprised to see this. I also bended on knees to see what had happened. My hands remained closed. He also closed his hands, I was astonished on that too. He said “We are sorry, we made all of you cry”. It was his purity of heart which made me cry more. I couldn’t utter a single word. He put an envelope in my closed hands and left. After completion of all the functions I went to room and opened the envelope,

It was written,

“You appear more beautiful when you smile. A day will approach your life when you also will be leaving your home, your family to enter new world. At that time you also will be crying and I want to be with you at that time in your new world to make you happiest in your new world after you get married. I love you and I want to marry you.”

I called him and as he received the call “I love you too Krutarth”.

Wedding day

Now it’s after two years of that and we are getting married on the same day when Anvi and Aayan got married. And today we are also planning for my last Rang Holi at my “Maayka”.

Byline : By Ruchita Jain

Strength to stay Alive

So friends, one more happening to share…
I have a bubbly friend Kirthika.  Last evening while dining together she shared her wonderful story with me which I am going to share with you.
So here she goes,
In everyone’s life there are always some people after meeting whom we cannot believe that this guy/girl would be an amazing part of our lives.
I also have that kind of silly friend Kahan. It was conference of our Basketball team in first semester of Post-Graduation when we met first. He was over obsessed with own self. angry-couple-He was very rude to others, never helped others and extremely arrogant guy. We never liked each other and I never believed that Kahan would be one of the people who can touch my soul ever. But everything got change at our farewell function.
Hua kuchh yu ki,

Our college plans farewell party every year. When we were about to leave the college they certainly arranged a farewell party for us too. In our college farewell party was never been limited to music, dance, experience sharing and food. It was all the time exciting by arranging interesting games for the students. One of the games was “Chit utha ke Bol”. In which a professor picks up the chit from students’ names bowl, the student whose name announced by the professor comes to stage, picks up the chit from the bowl in which topics are written and student speaks on the topic for at least 5 minutes. Something like that happened on that evening. Prof. Baxi picked up the chit. And do you know what??
Prof. Baxi announced Kahan! Come my son!! And he walked towards the stage as if any rock star is coming and all the spotlights were on him.
I was murmuring that “Ohh!! Man unbelievable, now whatever chit he chooses, Aadha ghanta to pakayega”.
And there he picked up the chit and Peter Kaka handed over the mike to him.
And there he went,
Heya friends! This is your Kahan. The words in this chit are “A day without women”.
(I was dead sure that now he will start pulling legs of women and will show that he is cool dude and independent.)
Without women I am a pen without ink.
(Everybody started laughing and I was as usual annoyed on him. But I got surprised when few more words by him dropped into my ears…)
Seriously buddies… I cannot imagine a single day without women though it is written here.

Without a woman I would have kept staring at my picnic going friends rather than enjoying along with them. My shoes would be resting into wardrobe instead of the ironed clothes lying there. Without her I might have the skills of reading and writing but I would not be literate. I may be polite to people because of their power instead of respecting them for their affectionate heart. My room surely rewarded with “completely ugly and tidy room” instead of being neat and clean. My plates at the time of Breakfast, Lunch and Dinner would be filled with Bread Butter and raw materials only instead of Gobhi ke Parathe and Aam ka aachar and many more varieties. Only pricey watches were there on my wrist instead of priceless Rakhi. My interviewers would have found me in T-shirts and shorts instead of formal. Do you know,! My emotions surely would have transformed into Emojis for all rather than understood with feelings. I might have credit in college and corporate because of only degrees and certificates instead of the faith which a loving heart has in me without any evidence or proof.   good-day
And in this particular era I would have owned a feeling of arrogance on my ability that my basketball team can sustain and win because of me instead of the feeling of pride on “a lady feels safe and secure when she is with me.”    
That is me. Yours Kahan. Totally dependent and one more guy of this planet who cannot survive a single day without women.
Today I am from the bottom of my heart thankful towards all the ladies for being an exceptionally vital part of my life and for giving me the strength to stay alive. Thank you 🙂

Everyone started clapping and gave a standing ovation towards these heart touching words by a rough guy. At the last day while leaving the college, he made a huge impression on everybody’s heart. And from that day the seeds of friendship were ploughed between us and though he is the same worst guy today as he was before we are good friends now.

Byline : By Ruchita Jain