Bangalore Times - III

3rd of August, 1800 hrs

Location: The Guest House

Supposedly all the 8 members were to meet at this hour but looks like its only three of us. Freshened up, had our smokes, had a small something to keep us going till the reception but still nobody showing up. Have no balance in cell phones so cannot even call and co-ordinate. So took up the respective books that we bought and started reading. Destination was Jayanagar which about fifteen kilometers fr0m the place we have put up (Benson Town...No not named after George Benson though it has a lovely romantic atmosphere). It should take us and hour and half to cover that distance because Bangalore traffic is legendary and everyone is well aware of that but still no signs of anyone. Our hunger is getting the better of us when one by one they started dropping by... We had to adhere to a formal dress code so we, the guys stuck to the typical finance professional attire(I begged to differ with a party tie) whereas the girls decided to wear sarees. Now what is wrong with Indian girls...on the drop of the hat they wear sarees...Now formal can be a simple salwar suit too but I guess every girl likes to dress up. Whatever!
Finally after 2 more hours of ordeal we were finally go to go at around 8:15 p.m. Holy Cow!!! But thankfully the signals were all green as I think Bangalore was all geared up for our invasion and wanted to cause as little trouble as possible. So it took us around half n hour to reach and finally we saw a brilliantly lit up place signaling the end of our journey!!
Marriage was in the air...definitely. Our friend was all decked up in suit and stuff. Looked very dashing and beaming with happiness as if he was the one getting married. Oh BTW, forgot to mention that we are so irresponsible and mindless that we even forgot that you need to gift the bride and the groom something! we just landed empty handed. Not even with a bouquet! Yeah...That’s us!
Nonetheless we have this indomitable spirit so we nonchalantly went inside and shook hands with the bride/groom and congratulated them and after a while headed straight to the dinner table to check out the menu( yeah men will be men :D)...that is where it happened!! That is exactly the place where it happened...one of the three musketeers got floored. By floored I mean finished. Have to quote Mario Puzo...Hit by a thunderbolt!!
Personally I despise the color pink but if anything has ever looked beautiful in a pink dress, it is that lady. Out of the world beauty. My words are not good enough to describe her. My friend’s expressions were somewhat close to it! My friend is by the way a non believer in relations and romantic liaisons but this time, struck by a "thunderbolt" we thought he would change his opinion. He could hardly take his eye of the lady till we came to know she is the cousin sister of the guy getting married so in turn the cousin sister of the guy's brother( that’s our friend and host for the night).
So while this episode was going on I felt really hungry and remotely suggested the concept of having dinner. Surprisingly everyone felt the same and we jumped onto a long list of delicacies. After a sumptuous meal we went out to the reception hall and sat there while a live performance was going on. Hindustani Classical gave way to some very melodious all time favorite Hindi and Telegu movie numbers and we were really enjoying our time. Our friend (the godfather guy) was enjoying it exponentially I believe because he is a musical exponent and was exposed to, and I quote, an "ethereal baeauty".yeah she was sitting right in front of us. Graceful as ever!!

More rambling later...