The Epic Blog of Sarthak Goyal

Preface

So I have cleared my CA-IPCC exam and now I will have to undergo 3 years of article-ship under a CA. And as a result I can't carry on my college [:'(] and is required to continue my B.Com (Honors) degree from correspondence ie School of Open Learning (SOL).
Below I have given a "brief" description of the process of getting migrated from college to SOL, which is one of the finest example of how things work in an Indian government office:-

1. If you want to get out, first get in:-

Once my first year result was declared and admission process began, I went to the administration block and asked them about leaving the college. I was told that in order to leave the college, first I will have to take admission in second year! So I filled the No Ragging Form > deposited my iCard > got the fee slip > paid the fees in bank and came back to the admin block. "Ok, now give me the college leaving certificate (CLC)."

2. The wait

But for CLC, you would first require to get a No Objection Certificate (NOC) from where you want to take the admission ie the SOL office. So I went there, which is luckily only about a kilometer away, and was asked to go to room no.10. There the sir informed me that you need to write an application and bring your original first year marksheet. "But sir, marksheet hasn't yet arrived?" "Then come back when the marksheet arrives."

15 days passed. In the meantime I got my article-ship but since I was still registered with college,  I could join it only when I get migrated to SOL. But there was no sign of marksheet. At the end, me and one of my friend, Prassan, decided to get a copy of marksheet from internet and try to get the NOC. But for the next 3 days, Delhi university's site was out-of-order (and it still is out-of-order!) Frustrated, we decided to visit the SOL office and ask them if there is any other way.

3. Come, cuss and go

After travelling an hour in metro, me and Prassan reached the room number 10 and asked the ma'am about migration. "I don't know. Ask the sir." "Where is the sir?" "I don't know. He hasn't yet arrived" So we waited, cussing the DU administration. One hour. Two hour. Our blood pressure was going up. And before we would have killed someone, we decided to leave!

(if you have already started pitying me, then hold your condolences. This is just the beginning of my sufferings!)

The same day, which was friday, we got the news that marksheet has arrived. Yayyeee.. now we will get migration easily, or will we?
On Monday I confirmed the availability of marksheet at college and on Tuesday we were in the college, confident to get the NOC today. But a banner was waiting us- "No Dealing Today". What luck! It was a strike! We also checked the SOL office as Prassan had already got his marksheet from his college a day earlier, but it was the same situation there- Strike!

4. Finally some progress

The next morning ie on Wednesday, Sept 8th, after so much of unnecessary wastage of time and efforts, we were confused if today we should go or not as it was a three-day strike. But luckily after several attempts Prassan got the phone connected and they informed that yes the office is open. Again, me and Prassan were travelling in the metro, praying to get the NOC.
First I went to my college office > displayed my fee slip > got my renewed iCard > went to another counter > displayed my iCard > got my marksheet. Finally the much awaited marksheet was in my hand. I was more excited at that moment then I was when I actually passed the exams.
I got the marksheet photocopied, wrote an application and presented them to the sir at room number 10. He stamped and signed the application and asked to take it to the ma'am. Ma'am signed the application and asked to take it to room number 4. We roamed and roamed and finally found the room which was of assistant registrar. And surprise! The room was empty. He was busy in a meeting.
I and Prassan decided to have something to eat but returned back halfway fearing that, in the meantime, assistant registrar will fly away. We came back and there was a person, probably his sidekick, in the room. He took our application and brought it signed by the assistant registrar. Finally, we had the NOC in our hand. It was like a battle won.

But the war wasn't over. It was 12.20 and my college office closes at 12.30!

5. NOC No.2

So I rushed to my college and asked Prassan to purchase the admission form. At the college counter, "Sir, here is the NOC from SOL. Now can I withdraw my admission?" Their reply-"Where is the NOC of the Principal?"

So I wrote another application, this time for the principal. After waiting for around 15 mins, I was allowed to go inside principal's cabin. So the principal asked that why do you want to leave the college. I explained him the reason that I am doing CA and my CA article ship and college timings would clash. I was sure that he won't be having any problem in signing the application. But there was the bouncer- What's the proof that you are doing CA?

(C'mon why else would I leave the regular college and go to SOL. I guess I should have said that I hate your bloody damn college, that's why I want to migrate! Would he had asked the proof in that case also??)

Having no other, I came back home!

The next day- The trip No.5. This time alone without Prassan. At around 10.30 I reached the principal's office along with my CA exam mark sheet as proof. He was in a meeting. An hour's wait and finally I was in. I wanted to throw that marksheet on his face, but then for the respect of marksheet, I controlled myself.

This time with NOC from SOL as well as Principal, I was at the college office. They gave me, no! not the college leaving certificate(CLC), but the clearance form which I have to get it signed from the concerned persons.

6. The signatures

These concerned persons were- Librarian, Fee Assistant, Admission Assistant, Physical Education coach and the NCC officer (phew!). First I went to the librarian, she signed it. Next I searched for the physical education teacher and after two rounds of the college, I gave up. Third was the admission assistant. I went to the admission office and what a luck! He was absent today! Miffed, I came back home.

The next day, on Friday I got ready for my trip number 6. But then I called my friend, Raunak in the college to confirm if the admission assistant is present today. My 6th trip got postponed, he was absent!

(Meanwhile, Prassan has already got his CLC. His college cares for his student, even if they are leaving it.)

7. Lost!

(When I started writing it, I never thought it would go that long but credit to Delhi University!)

I was loosing myself as articleship was getting delayed because of utter nuisance of my college and SOL. Monday was my 6th trip. I didn't care to confirm if the admission asst was present today, because I have to get the migration done anyhow! I can't wait for him more.

At college, I met my friend Vinayak who was in the same boat- trying to migrate from the college. He informed me that Clearance Form is not required for CLC, but for security refund. (Wow! This means I can apply for CLC at the very moment.) So along with SOL and Principal's NOC, I submitted the application for CLC. But then they asked me to also attach the copy of fee receipt.

Copy of fee receipt? Ohk! I can get it photocopied in 5 mins. No problems! But wait a sec! Where is my fee receipt? I frantically searched my folder, my wallet, called Prassan to check with him, called my mom to check in my almiraah. ta-da! I have lost my Fee Receipt!! (When others can delay my work, then why can't I myself contribute to the delay?)

So I am back at fee office.I wrote another application for lost fee slip (during my whole life before, I haven't had written so many applications!) While I was telling him that I had deposited the fee around 19th-20th August - don't know why- he was busy checking the records from 5th-14th August. Obviously, he didn't find anything! And asked me to come back after 2-3days. But then I persuaded and he asked me come back after lunch.

8. I hate this part the most!

So I had 2 hours in my hands. Vinayak and I thought to meanwhile get the clearance signed by physical education teacher and NCC officer, but couldn't find either of them. It started pouring from sky. The rain along with the greenery and the whole atmosphere of campus is something I am gonna miss the most about the college! :( There is something special in the air of campus and rain just multiplies this specialty!

2 hours later, I was back at fee counter. Fee assistant began searching the records. But even after so much try, he could find all the records except of the week in which I  deposited the fees! But luckily, he pitied my situation and provided me a new fee slip. I photocopied it and along with the two NOCs, went to the fee assistant to whom I have to apply for CLC.

"Office dealing timings are already over! Would you come anytime you want! I am not accepting it. I have so many other works to do. Come back tomorrow." First he was absent for 2 days and now he wants to come back tomorrow again!! I was SO FURIOUS!! But then sucking the air between my teeth, I pleaded him (and I hate this pleading part the most!). But I am sure my thoughts were louder than my words and he loved his nose!! So he took my application but.. but.. but

"Get the signatures of fee assistant and the librarian." I had them on the Clearance Form. "No, but on the NOC received from principal!"

9. Finally!

Till that time, I was clear that I am the most lucky person on the Earth. So when I went to the librarian and found that computers were not working there, I was not surprised or angry. I had to wait for the light to come, so that librarian can check on computer if I have any dues and then sign on the NOC. But after waiting for half an hour, she signed the NOC on the basis of her signatures on clearance form.

Fee assistant also signed it and the admission assistant, finally accepted my application for CLC.

Though I was told that I can collect the CLC next morning only. But I waited for a day and on Wednesday, I had CLC in my hands! But the war wasn't over. Now I have to take admission in SOL also.

10. Blunder.

So after collecting the CLC, I went to the SOL office. Prassan was with me and we also met Vinayak there. We already had our Demand Drafts prepared (including Rs.100 as the late fees, only because university delayed our marksheet!). After filling up the admission form, we went to Window No.10 and submitted the form, all the documents including CLC and the DD. But he returned it back. We didn't read that DD was required to be prepared from State Bank of India only! (While Vinayak had it prepared from SBI only, he was sent back because he didn't have Class 12th passing certificate.)

So we were going to the chief cashier to get the DD signed so that it can be accepted. At that time Prassan commented, "Hey! We both have the same Form Number!" And at that time we realized the blunder. Form comes in a combination- one for admission and other for iCard. So while my admission form number was 15 and his was 16, we had interchanged the iCard forms! (Wow! When things go wrong, they all go wrong together!)

So we bought new forms and filled them. This time without any mistake. The chief cashier also signed at the back of our DD and we were again back at window no.10

11.SOL > College > SOL > College > SOL

While Prassan's form was accepted, mine was not! (Why everything was supposed to happen with me? Why? why? WHY!) My CLC didn't have University Enrollment Number mentioned on it .(After so much of efforts they gave me CLC and that too incomplete!) I was asked to get the number from the college.

I went to admission office of my college, but the admission assistant said that college hasn't received them and will get them in October. Obviously, I couldn't wait till October. I went back to the SOL Window No.10. It was lunch, so I waited for an hour.

After lunch, "Your college is stupid!" He informed me that every college themselves allot this number and wrote a note and asked me to present it to a teacher in my college. Back to college, I presented the note to that teacher. He dialed a number and asked me to go to admission office. At admission office, they explained me the whole process of how enrollment number is allocated and how they don't have it.

I don't know a shit about this enrollment number. I had no idea, who was right and who was wrong. Neither did I care. All I wanted was give me the admission in SOL so that I can join my articleship!

Again at Window No.10. He was not impressed with the explanation but then he accepted my form (though I had to pay Rs.200 extra in the absence of enrollment number) and asked me to submit the enrollment number as soon as I get it.

Epilogue- It's all over, Almost!

So finally my migration process is over! My forms are accepted. But is it actually completely over?

I haven't yet submitted my clearance form to get back my security amount. The fee is yet to be refunded. I still have to collect my university enrollment number and submit it to SOL. I haven't yet received my books as the stock was over. And I still have to collect my iCard.

But what matters  is that I have received the admission receipt from SOL which I can present to begin my articleship! :)

Thanks if you have actually dared to read it full! You can imagine, it's so difficult to read, how I would have actually faced it!

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"...do not watch these Games. Do not go to the venues. Do not watch them on TV. You cannot become a cheerleader to an exercise in cheating. The Indian people have been exploited enough, but to expect us to smile through it is a bit much...."

-Chetan Bhagat, on commonwealth games, in an article in TOI.

Author and writer Chetan Bhagat in his article has urged the nation not to support the 2010 Commonwealth Games, which he has described as  "by far, the biggest and most blatant, exercise in corruption in independent India's history.

We Indians take pride in the fact that our GDP Growth rate is SECOND fastest in the world, but we ignore the fact that we are number ONE in terms of people living below poverty line!

If we try to understand, then Bhagat's point of view is very much correct. Supporting Commonwealth means supporting the corruption. But on the contrary, not supporting the commonwealth means not supporting our nation. So, we have two options- either to support our nation and give protection to corrupt leaders or to stand against the corruption and destroy our nation's image. (Its sad, but the matter of fact is, that India and corruption comes in a package, which we can't separate.)

See, its not the question whether games will happen or not. They will take place without any hiccups. Neither its about corruption. CWG is not the first corruption scam in our country, we have seen many. But its about the eyes of  the world that would be glued on us.

Think about a protest rally happening during the games at India Gate. The world media would be reporting it. From Britain to Australia, people would get to know how corrupted games are. Can you even imagine how much pressure would it put on the government! They would be left with no option but to clean their sleeves and take actions against the corrupted officials. I know this may paint the image of India as a corrupted nation. But tell me honestly what's more important- our image or what we actually are?

See, if you expect that for the time being we can support the games to protect our image and then after games necessary actions can be taken against corrupted officials, then that's not possible. Infact, Kalmadi & Co would become national heroes for saving India from shame. If we want to take stand against corruption, it has to be NOW!

Hey, wait there is this other side of the coin. One of my friend told me this. In a training session for CWG volunteers, there was this 85 years old retired army officer. When asked what inspired him to be a CWG volunteer at this age? His answer was- ' I have served the country on borders for 50years and today also, I want to serve my county. ' That's patriotism- the UNCONDITIONAL LOVE for the nation!

Not all of us are corrupted. There are such people who would do anything for our nation. We can't paint the nation, which actually belongs to such patriots, as corrupted!

It's a very hard choice. On one had is the image of our nation, on other is the opportunity to do a bit to save our nation.

What do YOU choose? It's your choice, make it count.

In the Life of Sarthak Goyal,

Journal

During my school days I have read about various theories of Evolution. They said living beings develop and loose some characters as per their requirements. If that’s true then the future generation of mankind is going to be so different. I have tried to predict some of the possible minor changes that we may get to see in next generations.

1. Extra Fingers: None of the previous generations would have used their fingers so efficiently as we do, be it smsing or chatting. I am sure the future generations would be having atleast 20 fingers to help them type faster.


2. Shorter Lifespan: With everything Made in China today, in future even the humans would be imported from there. And as you know, Chinese products don’t last longer.


3. Heat Resistant: What better way to prevent global warming than a heat-resistant skin?


4. Wings: So that people no longer depend upon Vijay Mallya to 'get high'. (Obviously, I am not talking about Kingfisher Airlines!)


5. Door Breaker: A special body part which can break open any door. Afterall, even God is a fan of CID and Daya :P


6. Socially Connected: Every child would be born with an automatic account  on Twitter and Facebook. (Imagine, the child tweeting about his health from inside the womb!)


7. Customization: Thanks to advancement in genetics, parents would be having full freedom to choose the kind of child they want-its sex, color, looks, figure, hairstyle or anything . (Season Sale- Now get Jolie's lookalike just @ $99.)


8. 360 degree neck: In future people, especially students, would have neck that can revolve around 360 degrees to make cheating during exams simpler.


9. Tech geek: New borns would come with bluetooth and USB Port. They would have latest anti-virus, anti-bacterail installed in them. (Think about pressing nose ears eyes, a.k.a. "alt ctrl del", to restart your brain)


10. Smaller brains: So that people value their brains and don't waste it in writing such stupid blogs!!

It's useless searching for me. I have already gone into hiding. But you can burst your anger through comments!!

22 July 2010.

A year and week before, on 16^th July 2009 I had the first taste of college life. Like most of the fuchaas (for those whose white hairs have started showing, fuchaas means college freshers ie the first year students), I was excited, having loads of expectations and at the same time nervous too. The college atmosphere was completely new to me. I remember how frustrated I was when no teachers were showing up for the lectures and being among new people, I had no clue what to do. Day 1 was so damm boring. It was so peculiar looking at seniors sitting around at various corners of the college or at metro station, or the teachers being so casual in their approach. It took me some time to adjust to the freedom that college life provides.

But today, it was completely different- I was no more a fachaa! On the first day of the II year, there wasn’t any expectation or nervousness, just some excitement of meeting up friends. Looking at the new freshers, I realized how much things have changed and it kinda made me laugh. I mean how they were all so properly dressed up, taking their each step with so much care. It’s going to take them few days to realize college is actually about being carefree. Nobody cares what you do or how you do. Its all about just being yourself. And they will realize it soon.

I came to college with full knowledge that there is not going to be any lecture, (afterall they are the teachers of Delhi University) but freshers, well they were just sitting in their classes waiting for anything to happen. You may infer that its because of the fear of ragging that they are not moving out. But in actual they don’t know what to do. (The most important thing that they will learn, and which I also did, a year ago is- How to do NOTHING). Infect, this is the very purpose (ie to do nothing) for which I went to college today.

At around 10, I reached the vishvidyalaya metro station. Apart from newly laid down footpath (thanks to Common wealth Games), everything was same- people running for the escalator, line on the exit, hoard of rikshewallas outside the station and of course, the hot chics! At college though, there were significant changes (again thanks to the Common wealth Funds which college received), the main entrance has been shifted, there was new administration and staff block, the canteen area was blocked, construction work was going everywhere and most significantly, there were ACs in our rooms (though I doubt if they will work).

Even at 10, there were only 2-3 of my classmates. (But I am sure, most of the freshers would have been sitting in their rooms right from 8:40!). Gradually others also arrived and for next three hours we did what we have mastered in doing during the first year- We did nothing! We roamed around from one place to another (the same way one surf the channels of TV!). We were sitting at the same place, often referred as “Jannat”, where we used to see our seniors sitting. And some freshers would pass from front of us, so anxious and perplexed. Then we had Maggie and Banta from the Maggie Point (I really don’t know what makes these two things so popular in north campus)

For fuchaas, this might be such a special day but for us, it was just another day at college minus the smsing and sleeping sessions (yes, that’s what a normal college person does during lectures!). In the next few days, they will learn so many things, like how important is the word attendance, how to use your cell during lectures, how to make excuses for being late, how to live with freedom and how not to be displaced from your career goal. (Actually, this is the time of the life to enjoy the most but this is also the most crucial time to make or break your career).

For us, the ex-freshers, the second year will hopefully make us more familiar with college life, with us finding more ways of doing Nothing!!

Disclaimer: The above mentioned views are purely of mine. Individual experiences may vary!

P.S.: Talking about ragging, I think with so much vigilance over it, in next few years the word ragging will be even stroked off from dictionary.

The super king of cricket has found his queen. Mahendra Singh Dhoni is now married to Sakshi Rawat. Bored with the naxalites attacks and inflating prices, this was some "real" news for our news channels.

Star News Exclusive: Ye wahi rikshaw hai jisme Dhoni aur Sakshi saath mein ghuma karte the.  (Rikshaw?? Where the hell are Dhoni's 22 bikes!!)

Dhoni aur Sakshi bachpan ke dost the aur aaj ye bachpan ke dost saat janamo ke saathi banane jaa rhe hai!! (bachpan ke dost?? They have an eight years age gap!! Which 12year old guy would have a 4year friend??)

Kya majboori thi Dhoni ki jo unhe aise achanak, chhup ke shaadi karni padi?? (u wanted Dhoni to give media time to find an 'aayesha siddique' for him too?)

Hazaaron ladkiyon ka dil todd Sakshi ke huye Mahi! (Now the girls would have realized what we guys felt on 12th April 2010 when Sania Mirza got married!)

Hindustantimes reports Dhoni's bride age 23 on page one and 21 on HTCITY --- intesresting.

What's next? Aajtak interviewing the Ghodi on which Mahi arrived!!

Even the source of 90% news ie Twitter is going crazy on Dhoni's marriage. Here are some of the best tweets

Sunilea: Dhoni will be happy .. Kal shaadi .. Aaj Bharat band .. Hum tumek kamre me band ho aur Bharat band ho ..

creatitwitty: Sakshi’s wedded name will be SMS Dhoni. Aircel, see a business idea there?

Is bharat Bandh in honor of MS Dhoni’s wedding?

rameshsrivats: Today’s news highlights – Dhoni’s Bandhgala and BJP’s Gala Bandh.

ACP Pradyuman :Muje dhoni ke Shaadi me kuch gadbad lagtha hai. "Daya" Dhoni ke bed room ka darwaaza thod do

d_v_patel : A positive effect of the Bharat Bandh is that news channels won't beam the same marriage pics of Dhoni again and again

So Dhoni met his wife in 2007. The same year he took his shirt off to expose a waxed chest after winning the t20 WC. Makes sense now...

Apart from this, you have from Bipasha to Sachin wishing him on Twitter. But I cant understand why are they congratulating through twitter when Mahi is actually not on twitter!

Enough mockery of Dhoni's marriage. Lets just hope their kids get to play with the World cup trophy!!

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If you are a football fan, read it to get a bite of reality. If you are a cricket fan, read it to be proud on cricket.

Most people would believe that football is far more superior game than cricket. It might beat cricket when it comes to the size of the ball, but in other areas.. think again!

1. Even the shortest version of cricket is twice as longer than any football match, thus providing entertainment for longer duration of time!

2. In football, for 90minutes you wait and wait for a goal which may or may not happen. But in cricket there is some action-a six, four, bowled, run out- on virtually every ball. Thus, providing more reasons to cheer!

3. Football provides just one time slot (ie half time) for advertisers, while in cricket there are atleast 40 time slots (in T20 format). And then, if its IPL you can have ads in between deliveries also. Thus, making it more commercially viable!

4. In football, for majority of the time you are shown just one camera angle. But in cricket, broadcasting is a challenge! You need cameras in every corner of the ground, you require technologies like hawk-eye, speedometer, snicko-meter, zoomer, hotspot. Thus making cricket more technologically advance!

5.All commentator do in a football match "Kaka.. Kaka to ronadinho, to giberto, passes it to Julio...". (Thanks, vuvuzella, now they are not required to do even this much!). While in cricket, you have to  analyze each and every delivery or if its IPL, tell the whole world about the MRF blimp hanging in the sky. Thus, making the job of commentators tougher and more professional!

6. Cricketers get full clothes to wear along with safety gears like helmet, pads, ell guard, chest guard. While footballers only get a small nicker to wear. Thus clearly showing that cricketers are richer and very well fed!

7. In terms of weekly salary to players, IPL is ranked No.2 in the world after NBA, while EPL is at 4. Again showing cricketers are richer than footballers!

8. Talking about popularity, here is some stats- Total population of 32nations participating in football: 1541millions. Population of just 3 cricket frantic nations (India, Pakistan, Bangladesh): 1572millions. Clearly, cricket is popular among more people!

9. The word "football" is not even recognized worldwide (in USA, football means rugby!) while there no such confusion with cricket.

10. Football doesn't enjoy the privilege of three different formats.

11. Nobody would disagree on this. Cricket is by far the gentlest of gentlemen's game when compared with football.

That was a desperate attempt of cricket fan to put cricket is the same league as football. But we all know what the reality is. Cricket is still a sport played by handful of nations. The revenue generated by ManU alone is more than total revenue of all IPL teams multiplied by 10. Even in its religious hub India, the capacity-wise largest stadium is not of cricket, but of football.

One could only hope that one day cricket would beat football! For the time being, Kookuburra is too small in comparison with Jabulani!!

Part 1: The Wedding

Part2: The Wedding: Card Distribution

After the card distribution, it was the business end of the marriage!

26th May was the day when we shifted to Narsingh Sevasadam where all pre-marriage functions were supposed to take place and where all guests were to stay for next 3days!

Day 1

On 26th, my parents woke me early (another day's morning sleep sacrifised!) as we were supposed to reach narsingh sevasedan at around 9AM and that too with full preparation. The preparation includes a long list of items from toothpaste, shampoo, soap for each room set to supply of food grains, fruits, sweets for next 3-4days, from a wiper to a press, from mobile phone chargers to stereo system and from anything to everything! Luckily I only have to pack my own bag and for that too mom was there to help me.

My first task of the day was acting as coolie, loading-unloading all the materials from home to sevadan. While my home is at 3rd floor, our stay for the marriage was on 2nd floor!

We reached there on time and slowly other family member also started to arrive. But on Day 1, there were only close family members. For lunch there was buffet system with "self" service. But unfortunately here self is referred to as "bride's brother". Hence my second task was that of waiter and seriously it was the most difficult task. "Chappati lenge?", "paani, abhi laya!", " haan, papad abhi aa rhe hai", "arre baitho! main laata hun", "kuch aur lenge?" And then you have to interact with cooks. "bhaiya chapaatiyaan jaldi laao!", " 2 plate dena", "bhaiya glasses kaha hai?", "bas karo bhaiya, abhi aur nhi chahiye chapati". In short, you have to take care of both demand and supply!

There was also this babysitting task. But actually it was real fun. Playing with all my bhanjas, bhanjees, bhatijas and bhatijees. But after a while when their demand starts to grow, you have to leave them to the expert ie thier respective moms.

Of course, in all between this you have to continue acting as a peon also-bringing one thing from one place to another, fulfilling everybody's demand and all such stuffs. Thankfully, I wasn't assigned the cleaning job.

At around 8PM I discovered the most astonishing thing. For thousands of years scientist were trying to find a formula, but couldn't. But that thing was achieved in front of my eyes at 8PM. At 8PM, more than 10 women were sitting together QUIETLY! yes you read it right! quietly! And for such an achievement the whole credit goes to.... BALIKA VADHU. (They must get a nobel PEACE prize for this!)

After a 30minutes silence, it was all back to normality. For dinner again I was turned into waiter. And then followed by the dinner there was some random dance program (known as raat-jaagi). This time my job was that of (no, not of a dancer, even sunny deol dances better than me) photographer. But this 'technology' again showed why it is the most unreliable thing in this world. I had a battery and also a back up battery for my digicam, but neither worked. I had to content with my not-so-good mobile camera. And then there was this music system which was not properly playing the mp3s and people had to rely mainly on their vocals.

By the end of the day, there was hardly any part of my body which was not paining. My shoulders, my back, my legs, my hands.. they were all having a headache.

Day 2

There is no better place to sleep than at you home, so even the sleep was not that refreshing. Though I still woke up at around 9:30 and got ready till 11 and by that time breakfast was almost done. During lunch there were some waiters to assist me (a big big big sigh of relief!). So from waiter, I was promoted to manager-cum-waiter and I could accompany most of my task just my issuing orders.

The post lunch was a lean period where I could have some rest. But as I mentioned in my earlier post, the world can't bear the bride's brother relaxing! This time it was my second sister. She sent me to arrange a cake for my bua whose birthday was incidentally on that day. The best part- as I reached the shop, she called me to not to bring the cake as bua's daughters most probably would themselves be bringing the cake. Couldn't you have thought of it earlier??!! So I returned empty handed.

In between all these, the marriage functions were going as schedule and so was my photography job (the digicam was finally working!). In the evening we all celebrated bua's birthday with fufaji bringing everyone alive with his dance.

At 8PM again there was 30minutes silence. And then my job of manager-cum-waiter. Though the day was relatively peaceful in comparison with day1, but still it was enough to give you pains.

The wedding day

Again I woke up late and thanks to my unpressed jeans, I further got delayed in dressing up. There were some marriage programs in the morning, but after that there was no other work till the marriage in the evening. The day, unexpectedly, went quite peaceful. During the afternoon all I was watching this India-Zimbabwe match which India lost (Had I not been busy in marriage, you could bet there would have surely been a post on it!).

In the evening, we all got ready (there is an interesting story about my wedding dress, but I think its already too long, so lets just skip it!). The 40minutes journey to the wedding ground was also quite remember-able. With my two buas and my elder tiaji, I was squeezed in one corner on the car. I had no option but to listen to talks of my buas and elder taiji in which (with due respect to all my elders) snowfall is considered as the most evilish thing on the earth, chaand-taare is meant to be astronomy and air travel is the bravest thing to achieve in the world.

At around 8PM, I reached the wedding ground. <to be continued>

If you are still interested, The fourth and the final part of The Wedding would be coming soon!