My Big Fat South Indian Wedding!

It has happened many a time in the past, a North Indian boy getting married to a south Indian girl.
So whats new? Well, probably nothing new except for, this was the first North meets South wedding I been to!
In fact, the characters are my colleagues and the groom being one of my closest friends too. His name is Bunty (not real name, if I were to mention the real name, I doubt, any one would read this -;)) and lets call the bride well, you guessed it, Bubly!

So, here is my side of Bunty aur Bubly Wedding story!

A little history on how Bunty met Bubly!

The first time they met each other, Bubly prayed her heart out for Bunty! You will soon see why.
Bunty and Bubly had studied in REC Trichy, a college very well known among its students.
Their first encounter was, interestingly, on their last day in the college as students. That too, while boarding the bus to the railway station to catch the train for home!
As typical of any city bus in India, more people were traveling on the footboard, than inside. Bunty was clearly struggling to get into the bus, what with all the knowledge he accumulated over the course of 4 years were metabolized into FAT and placed around his waist and in every direction thereof. Yes, 4 years of engineering wisdom has made Bunty a well rounded figure!
Poor Bubly, she was stuck behind Bunty. Missing this bus would mean missing the train too. Bubly prayed. Pleaded to all those gods she knew, to help Bunty get in and just about every one waiting behind him as well.
Wooohooo! in a fit of miracle, Bunty managed to get both his foot on to the footboard. The prayers are more than answered! Bubly too managed to sneak in, before the bus conductor could yell "Rrrriiittttaa!", signaling its time to take the people on the footboard to their destination.

After this eventful first meeting, they met again. This time in Bangalore! Now, here they are, for reasons best know to them, having decided to enter the wed lock.

OK. Let me confess that this first meeting stuff was a little imaginary(or lacking there of) story of mine. But what can I do, if both of them are not willing to tell me how they become the Salim and Anarkali of our time. C'mmon guys I have to tell a story here!
The wedding was to be held at the Bride's native, a not so picturesque place in Tamilnadu called Trichy. But what unfolded on the way and back, more than made up for the place.
... well, that and the rest will be the fodder for my next blog!
The Train to Trichy! please stay tuned -;)