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Now that all roads lead to Juhu, to the Ash-Abhishek wedding, my fruit seller was telling me this morning how he was late because he had been delayed by his detour to the suburb to deliver mangoes to the gates of Jalsa so that the star couple could begin their married life with the sweet lush taste of alphonsoes.
“Though Amitabhji prefers langda over hapus, the rest of the family likes the Ratnagiri variety of aam. Jayaji also likes pairies at the end of the season. The family was happy I had taken the trouble and gone over with two baskets—one for the Bachchans-and of course-one for the Rais”
Yes, I said.
On way to work, my taxi driver said to me, “I dropped a few people I’d picked up at Vile Parle station to Jalsa this morning, though I don’t know why they wanted to go there—every one knows the scene of action has shifted to Prateekhsha where Abu and Sandeep have built a tent with chandeliers and ten tones of air-conditioning for the festivities.”
True, I said.
In the office lift, I ran in to a peon from a neighbouring office, who said “I am taking the lift because I am so tired, I was up all night dancing at the wedding till four in the morning, Shweta, who was master of ceremonies just didn’t let me sit down for a moment. No one can throw a party like the Bachchans do, though Amar Singh had played a major part in the organisation—after all he is Amitabh’s chotta bhai.”
Of course, I said.
During lunch break at work in the office canteen I sat next to a colleague who said, “You must be wondering why I have not taken the full lunch as I do every day—that’s because Jayaji just wouldn’t take no for an answer and kept filling up my plate with biryani last night. Oof! I have never tasted better food. Hemant Oberoi really out did himself with this wedding. I can still taste the kebabs! How can any body expect me to eat a vegetarian thali after last night’s feast?”
I can imagine I said.
After work at the beauty salon, the girl blow drying my hair said: “You must have noticed I am not blow drying your hair as fast as I normally do. That’s because my elbow is tired from blow drying Aishwaryaji’s hair. You know she insisted no one else does her hair but me for the wedding.”
Sure I said.
On my way home, a girl from CNN-IBN called to ask what I had to say about the most exclusive wedding of the decade. “I really can’t say how exclusive it is. From the looks of it- it seems to be the wedding of the people!”