Shakti Singh Oberoi closed his eyes tight, in anger, frustration, his wife is damn irritating always her chattering and demanding ways irks him.
“I want every thing so perfect, guest will be served 100 types of dishes, lights will be illuminated in the most amazing way, ek hi beta hai humara…there shouldn’t any defects ji…”- Pinky demanded.
“She is eating my bheja from last three hours and here asking to serve 100 dishes to guests…”- Shakti thought…par wife hai, he have to tolerate that chatter box.
Invitation cards are send to most of the businessman in mumbai, celebrities, media, press, relatives from out side of Mumbai…a grand occasion of Oberoi wedding…Why does we invite peoples in marriages..He wondered , to share our happiness, to spend our happy time with our loved ones, to take part in the marriage functions and to bless the newly wedded couple, What the Hell will the whole Mumbai do in his family, what will the businessmen do except for coming for the reception, what will so many outside people do in the marriage!!?? To curse the Oberoi family and showing them the defects and all the fault they will be doing by mistake…showing and comparing styles and types of wedding they saw till that, flaunting the property and aukat of peoples!! Marriage should in the presence of few relatives and closed ones, they can later invite whole Mumbai or the whole India or even few aliens if his wife wants… Shakti took a long ride of thoughts inside his mind…
“I have only one son…Iss ek hi marriage mein saari armaan poori katni hai…Yeh mauka phir dobara nehi milne wala…”- Pinky look at her husband, his not so interested facial expression..,” Are you listening even…”.
Shakti had married Pinky in an arranged marriage, she was a choice of his parents, that time arranged marriage was in trend and he had no complain about Pinky who was chosen by his parents…but now by each passing time she is changing, the Pinky she know from before marriage is changing still even after the 30 long years of their marriage…
“Jethji was saying he will ask make a small Taj Mahal for my Shivaay, Omkara has started the work from today, Rudra is planning a lavish party and I am thinking to throw a party for my kitty party friends..”- Is there any limit to a women’s dream and wishes…!!!
“For God sake, they are Oberoi and this is too much show off”- Shakti took a deep breath,” For heaven shake, Shivaay has agreed for marriage but they searched for too long for a suitable girl and find one Annika who his son Shivaay fell in love with for her simplicity, here his wife, mother of his son is busy weaving too much of dreams…”.
They are Oberoi and Every one know them for the family they have, the power they held and the money they earns what is there for a show off by planning this much and spending on unnecessary peoples by inviting them, party and all those..He may look like a fool and misfit for modern life style still…few things are beyond his brain, or may be he is like that…
“He is Shivaay Singh Oberoi and I want the world to see his wedding”- Pinky desired..
“He should marry becaue he wants to, if his family want him too but marriage to show others…!!”- Shakti cut his seat and plucked out a small piece of cotton…to close his ears or it may bleed. What does Pinky thinks by saying all those loud, he is not doing his only son’s marriage properly!!
The next few minutes she went on saying that reached deaf ears…His ears are already safe behind cotton balls and her mouth is all India Radio channel..well may be its cousin too…
“Thank You God…”- Shakti look upward, For the fantastic job you did…By not giving perfume to gold, flower on sandalwood tree, fruit on sugarcane, wealth to well educated wise and planned to snatch young beauty from women after a certain period,” You have saved the male population of the entire world by this small small graces…Wanra kya hota ladkon ka… Jai Chanakyaji…”.
The next few minutes she went on saying that reached deaf ears…His ears are already safe behind cotton balls and her mouth is all India Radio channel..well may be its cousin too…
“Thank You God…”- Shakti look upward, For the fantastic job you did…By not giving perfume to gold, flower on sandalwood tree, fruit on sugarcane, wealth to well educated wise and planned to snatch young beauty from women after a certain period,” You have saved the male population of the entire world by this small small graces…Wanra kya hota ladkon ka… Jai Chanakyaji…”.
Pinky and her long list of wishes will never come to any end…Its a habit now, a practice to hear her all demand and fulfill them that results in with more complains… and new demands…
Suddenly the car screeched to a halt,they both jerked in the back seat of car, all Shakti Singh Oberoi can see was, a young boy was giving a bunch of wild flowers to a girl standing beside the small lake on road side, the boy was smiling and the girl too with satisfaction on their faces, why does the boy seems so familiar to his slightly old eyes..Shakti Singh Oberoi is not so old to lost his vision power…
“What is name of that flower??”- Pinky’s eyes caught the flower the boy was giving to the girl, his girl…the young couple left in a car just the opposite way Shakti and his wife..Car, a black one, he observed the car keenly, the boy and the girl..Shivaay, the great wall of Shivaay Singh Oberoi that too with a girl…leaving his deal and favourite game of business business with Khanna and Mishra behind in office time, good going my son…With Annika, his would be wife…
“What flower was that…”- Pinky repeated her question..missing to watch her heera beta and his bride to be..
“World’s most beautiful flower!!”- Shakti answered this time with pride…