My friend PJ wrote an article about wedding crashing time of college. I felt to write my feelings on the same topic and here it is..
Wedding crashing is an art that needs lots of practice, dedication and smart work to master and after crashing over 200 weddings I can proudly say that I am grandmaster of it. I would like to mention the name of few worthy others who deserve this crown with me (Hereinafter referred to as Pandu) like PJ, panda (Taujii), Tashty, and DJ who were always ready and dressed for the occasion no matter what are the conditions like final exam next day, important practical class or even biggest of all India’s Cricket match.
It all started when Panda once got an invitation for a grand marriage of the daughter of the owner of Black Rose kali mehndi. It was a grand affair and he decided to take few of us with him (Thanks dude for the warm up). That, affair gave us unquenchable thirst to attend more of such grand affairs.
We took up many good habits coz of it like we started reading newspaper daily for any news about big Saya (the day when lotsa marriages take place), we get more closer to god (we used to pray for more marriages in nearby areas) and above all it gave us a sense of confidence.
I still remember the day when i crashed the wedding for the very first time.
Day : Tuesday
Venue: Celebration Gardens
Excuse: Mess mein khana acha nahi bana yaar chalo bahar chalte hai .
Partner in Adventure : Pandu, Panda, PJ, Tashty, Gupta, DJ
We reached B-Block from mess and decided to go out.. suddenly someone said.. “chal yaar kisi shaddi mein chalet hai paise nahi hai abhi mere pass”. We didn’t thought twice and dressed for the grand affair:D … we left NSIT on our bikes in search of a Grand Wedding. We found a grand marriage at Celebration Gardens… Phone on our ears we went in “Haan mummy mein paunch gaya aap kahan ho dikh nahi re” Gals standing for our welcome graced us with flower petals.. we touched feet of brides parents “ Nmaste uncle” the Old dude was happy “aao aao beta” and got busy… we ran towards Snack corner and start enjoying every cuisine. We saw a Bar with few of the classiest whiskies and with a smile on our face reached for it… It was moment of Proud for us… Our practice has just started. This kept going on and on and we are now Proud grandmasters. I think more than nething else it was the sense of thrill and achievement that made our excursions more enjoyable.
There is an incidence worth mentioning.. and I will paste a copyright article from PJ’s BLOG for that with slight changes 
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It was last day of end-semester examination and one of my dear friends, Rahul (Guy with the blushing smile in my blog-header pic, fell ill. I, Panda, and Pandu set off along with him to make sure he reaches Gurgaon safely where his parents were waiting to take him Faridabad, their home.
Uncle said – “So nice of you guys that you came till here to see Rahul off”. We all smiled. We knew we came so that we could crash in some wedding parties around.
Anyways, that night was one of the longest times spent to find our target. As from our previous experiences we ignored low key affairs and looked for the “Grand Arrangement”.
We were very tired, thinking the bike we borrowed from one of our seniors, Tiwari, had drunk petrol worth of more than our one time lavish meal at Chawla’s. Disappointed we were about to return, when we saw firecrackers soaring in the sky about 2 kms ahead. Our eyes lit up. Both Pandu and I vroomed our bikes and reached the venue. Wow “Sabr ka phal meetha hi hota hai”, seemed true.
BTW (Bittu tikki Wala) had a dedicated gallery, with about 2 dozens of chat-papdi and other snacks. I was (and am) a teetotaler, but my accomplices had their mouths watering when they saw “Teacher’s” on the open-pub’s racks. Sadly panda couldn’t have much of it, but I guess he gulped one peg. Enough for him. Pandu on the other didn’t need to drive. So tried all the brands he could.
Panda then pointed out towards a tuna fish which was getting grilled and said “!@#$$@!$ itti badi macchi….hic…”. I and Pandu apprised him about it being called a Tuna.
All three were constantly “tadoing” pretty (read sexy) girls. People were looking suspiciously to us as it was a family affair I think.. but the way we behaved with smile on our faces and greeting everyone was the state of art work and can be handled by experts only and then people become friendly. We moved about confidently discussing about our respective businesses.
After our stomachs-full and late in night we drove back to hostel. Returned one of the bikes to its owner….Panda said – “MAJAA AA GAYA KHANA KHAKE”, the famous dialogue in “Matrubhumi”. We IMAOed (laughed hard and continuously) and then went to sleep.
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