I was excruciating myself hard yesterday night to dig out something sensible and/or simpler like education, location, occupation ... any damn "ion" of this guy and that is when I came up with this conclus"ion" ... Dulhe ka Mama ... yes that was this guys sole sovereignty.
(This actually is a big name to type down everytime ... so lets refer to him as DKM from hereafter.)
My first rendezvous with DKM happened when he was busy banging our crockery and cursing our caterer ... charisma of his discus throw was so alluring that I could not avoid my entry into the combat zone
Me : What is the problem.
DKM: Dishes are not clean.
Me: I personally don't find them dirty. But since you are saying so, we will change them, have some patience.
DKM: If you find them clean, you eat on it, I am not gonna eat. (one more bang, this time in front of me)
Needless to say I would have showered a hundreds of honeyed words on him, had he not been a Dulhe ka Mama ... damn it. In between all this tantrum of DKM, dazzle of our yellow saaris, and all that action on the floor ... aroma of our caterers food stood up as a clear winner. Yes, DKM was seen gulping a plate full of Pakodas and jalebis moments later, immidiately after the vows of not touching our food with his sacred hands.
Crockery was changed within hours but the pride of being a Dulhe ka Mama remained unshakable, after his discus throw this playful guy named DKM tried his hands on lot of other stuffs ... to mention some, DKM threw a bowl full of soup, DKM threw a glass full of badam milk, DKM yelled on our dhobi, DKM was drunk so badly that he misbahaved with one of our maid, DKM hit a poor begger kid with something hard in his hand during barat procession ... and the list went on till we bid adieu to Mr DKM.
And than there was one Dulhe ka Chaha, and with the name of him the color of my font changes automatically ... aaila magic ... and so was the change in mausam with him, who was not just another DKC, who had a nice real name, who was a research scholar in Reliance, who had his own integrity, who was a lot more than a dulhe ka chaha and the one who made his presence felt too in everybody's heart indisputably without doing any sort of discus throw, and there were a lot of other honorable mentions, some of them were Surgeons, some Railways officers, some Banking officers ... the ones we never heard yelling, the ones having individuality of there owns, the ones who preferred to be something more than Dulhe ka something.
We were not horrified by you Mr DKM, I am sorry to disappoint you, rather we sympathize with you, for we understand the fact that Dulhe ka Mama qualification was valid only for those five days and we do care for the rest of the days of your life Mr. DKM, the days when nobody will respect you for being just a Dulhe ka Mama ... yes we feel pity for you ... because we realise that Dulhe ka Mama once was Dulhe ka Sala too ... or how about giving a new title to Miss K Kapoor Kyoki .... Dulhe ka Mama bhi kabhi Dulhan ka baap hoga ... ?
(This actually is a big name to type down everytime ... so lets refer to him as DKM from hereafter.)
My first rendezvous with DKM happened when he was busy banging our crockery and cursing our caterer ... charisma of his discus throw was so alluring that I could not avoid my entry into the combat zone
Me : What is the problem.
DKM: Dishes are not clean.
Me: I personally don't find them dirty. But since you are saying so, we will change them, have some patience.
DKM: If you find them clean, you eat on it, I am not gonna eat. (one more bang, this time in front of me)
Needless to say I would have showered a hundreds of honeyed words on him, had he not been a Dulhe ka Mama ... damn it. In between all this tantrum of DKM, dazzle of our yellow saaris, and all that action on the floor ... aroma of our caterers food stood up as a clear winner. Yes, DKM was seen gulping a plate full of Pakodas and jalebis moments later, immidiately after the vows of not touching our food with his sacred hands.
Crockery was changed within hours but the pride of being a Dulhe ka Mama remained unshakable, after his discus throw this playful guy named DKM tried his hands on lot of other stuffs ... to mention some, DKM threw a bowl full of soup, DKM threw a glass full of badam milk, DKM yelled on our dhobi, DKM was drunk so badly that he misbahaved with one of our maid, DKM hit a poor begger kid with something hard in his hand during barat procession ... and the list went on till we bid adieu to Mr DKM.
And than there was one Dulhe ka Chaha, and with the name of him the color of my font changes automatically ... aaila magic ... and so was the change in mausam with him, who was not just another DKC, who had a nice real name, who was a research scholar in Reliance, who had his own integrity, who was a lot more than a dulhe ka chaha and the one who made his presence felt too in everybody's heart indisputably without doing any sort of discus throw, and there were a lot of other honorable mentions, some of them were Surgeons, some Railways officers, some Banking officers ... the ones we never heard yelling, the ones having individuality of there owns, the ones who preferred to be something more than Dulhe ka something.
We were not horrified by you Mr DKM, I am sorry to disappoint you, rather we sympathize with you, for we understand the fact that Dulhe ka Mama qualification was valid only for those five days and we do care for the rest of the days of your life Mr. DKM, the days when nobody will respect you for being just a Dulhe ka Mama ... yes we feel pity for you ... because we realise that Dulhe ka Mama once was Dulhe ka Sala too ... or how about giving a new title to Miss K Kapoor Kyoki .... Dulhe ka Mama bhi kabhi Dulhan ka baap hoga ... ?
