Statutory Warning : This Post is *NOT* going to be funny. I cannot make fun of NJ’s wedding dammit!

So finally the plane took off and I was on my way to Dilli. Things seemed to be getting better. I had aisle seat, I had plenty leg room, there was just one person in my row and he didn’t need any loo breaks, the airhostess was cute and the food I bought wasn’t too bad.

Hell even the plane landing was amazingly smooth. Un-fucking-believable!

But then all good things must come to an end. The plane landed on time but it taxied for bloody FIFTEEN fucking minutes before it reached the terminal!!!!!! WTF? Did they land in Jaipur or what? After sitting in my seat for ages as the plane meandered its way to the Terminal in a far, far away land, I finally got up, threw on the jacket and walked out of the plane hoping to turn in to Jack Frost at any instant.

This was Delhi winter? No way! What happened to THE Delhi winter, mere memories of which made my unmentionables wince? The weather was quite, how do I put it, pleasant. But then it was 2 in the afternoon too. I called up Niks, I was to stay with him for 2 days, and got his address. Got myself a prepaid cab and decided to trust my sense of direction and memory to find his apartment. I had stayed with him for few days a little over a year back.

Oh boy what a pleasure it is to be in a car on Delhi roads. I wish MMRDA would outsource all the road business to their more accomplished Delhi counterparts. With my D2 providing me regular supply of Rock music, the cab travel was as comfortable as it could be Only thing missing was, of course, a beer! Reached Patpadganj and proceeded to rake my brain cells to provide me with clues to solve the puzzle to his home. To my surprise I almost got it right. Almost. One wrong turn meant I was lost for 15 minutes till we stumbled upon a building that retuned my GPS and bingo! I was there.

I was welcomed by Niks as warmly as ever. Oh I love his apartment. Its stuffed with books and DVDs. Yes Stuffed. And he always has chocolates and alcohol lying around too :). I haven’t seen so many books in a place outside of a library or a book store. We caught up on life and its miseries till we suddenly remembered the whole purpose of my visit. NJ’s wedding! Hurriedly I took shower (hurriedly doesn’t justify the speed at which I was in and out) and piled on two sweatshirts and I was ready to go.

Kabira was in town and he sauntered in. Amreeka thou failed to change him a bit. Both Niks and Kabira went all traditional and stuff and there was I standing next to them wearing sweatshirts. Upon Niks suggestion I threw on the Jacket I had bought recently. And boy am I glad I listened to him!

Before Birdie came over, we gulped down some hot and yummy Maggi and then we left in the 2 cars. Kabira and Niks in Niks car and Me and Birdie in Birdie’s. Like the Airport Terminal, the Sangeet function was also in a far, far away land.

Reached the venue only to find it was out of parking space! Niks parked on the road but Birdie refused and some how managed to squeeze his car between the wall, another car and a ditch so big that his car could have easily got lost in it. He is quite brave for a Maruti owner i must say.

Saw lots of familiar faces at the party and many more unfamiliar ones. Everyone on Neha’s side had a performance lined for the day that they had been practicing for a long time. They attacked the stage and we attacked the starters. One by one of course. People were enjoying the songs and dances while we were enjoying the rolls and kebabs (all veg stuff). Oh and yea the performances of course. I don’t remember much about the performances though. I wonder why.

But I must take my hat, rather beanie, off to all those who performed. Stupendous stuff (guessing from the applause)! Heck even her Nana and Nani danced! Wow. If at that age I can wipe my you-know-what I will start believing in God! The D’Mello Villa gang also gave a performance to show we mumbai people didn’t fly in for nothing. NJ did a few item numbers, I mean dance numbers on the stage. And of course the couple NJ & NI wrapped it up with a fully bollywood style dance which included dancing around people-who-were-acting-like-a-tree. How do you act like a tree? Erm you stand still. Very still. Jhayu could never do that.

The Dinner was laid out in open and by the time we got around to eating we realised that we had eaten too many starters. There was chat, there was chinese, there was huge spread of indian food and of course garam garam jalebis! Alas hunger was on a strike. But not to upset NJ we still proceeded to eat food and have 2 glasses of Thums Up courtesy Tanno.

It was already past midnight and before we left NJ reminded us that the Malayali style wedding was in the morning at 7! Oh yea I could so see myself getting up and taking shower and reaching there on time. But it was NJ, and no one messes with NJ.