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 Category:  Humor Fiction
  Posted: October 17, 2021      Views: 24

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Seshadri Sreenivasan is an engineer by profession. He holds a degree in electrical engineering. He worked in Steel Mills in India and abroad for 40 years before hanging up his boots.
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A short fun story
"At A Big Fat Indian Wedding." by Seshadri_Sreenivasan



Soon after getting posted to Bombay way back in 80s, I received a wedding invitation from a relative in Bombay. I had never met them as they were not very close (my uncle’s wife’s sister’s cousin-brother’s son, to be exact); still, I decided to go there. I wanted to establish contacts in Bombay.

This was one of those wedding parties in which you are so distantly related that you don’t even know the bride’s & groom’s names, and you check the invitation card for those. Unfortunately, I had forgotten to do that. To make things worse, the board in front of the party hall (which usually said the bride’s and groom’s names) said “Sharma family welcomes you” instead. 

‘Great!’ I thought to myself!

It was just like any other Indian wedding party. Kids running around & dropping food; the couple exhausted by the countless photographs they had to pose with their numerous relatives; Elderly ladies trying to find a match for their daughters/ sons.

I finally managed to get a seat. And as luck would have it, a beautiful girl was sitting right next to me.

“Hey, Good morning! I’m Vicky,” I said nervously to her.

“Hello, I’m Rupa,” she said politely. 
“Do I know you?”. I shook my head.

“Do you know Ravi ?” she asked. 

I thought, "Who is Ravi? Probably the groom”. 

Instead of explaining to her the complex relationship between me & the groom, I told her, “Yes, Ravi is my friend”. 

“Oh, so are you also an electrical engineer?” she asked enthusiastically. I said, “Yeah, we work together”, trying to cover up my lie. 

What followed was the longest & the most fantastic conversation I had ever had with a girl, and I liked everything about her. She occasionally brought up Ravi’s name, though, and I had to lie my way out or change the topic.

After some time, I asked, “Would you like some ice cream” and she happily accepted it.


I returned with two ice cream cups and saw Rupa putting her phone back in her pocket.

She said, “I have to rush. Ravi’s flight must be landing soon. Sorry. ”


 Confused, I looked at the stage and saw the groom who was still sitting there. 

I vaguely said, “Ravi?” 

“Ravi, my husband, you know him, right?. He is returning from Delhi today,” she said. 

 “Yes, I just..Uhm…goodbye then,” I said, too bewildered to say anything else.

 “Goodbye,” she said, flashing a million buck smile and left, having no idea how my heart felt like that damn tissue paper that had fallen from the table and stepped over by more than a dozen people.

I thought two things right then “(1) Always check the invitation card for names. (2) Screw everything, have two ice creams now.”

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