I promised Banu and Zaq that I would do an OS on this song.
It's a dedication to the nikammis.
It.Had.To.Be.Done.
Really, this song?
Yeah, MADE, for my- OK our, baby. Yup.
So Siddhant and Rhiddima's
Happys.Endings.😆
The celebrations at Armaan and Rhiddima's wedding reception were in full swing. The latest hits played on huge speakers which surrounded the elaborate tent set in the middle of an expansive park. The very park, in fact, in which Armaan and Rhiddima had once gotten arrested. But that was in the past, and this was the now.
There were tons of guests milling around, munching on finger food, dancing, talking. While some were having the time of their lives, enjoying the night, some stood around solemnly speaking in whispers. They were still scandalized by the lives of "that girl and boy." These were of course, the very guests that had attended "that girls" first, and second wedding to a nice young man. They were the ones who stood witness as the pair had gotten married not once, but twice. And now they stood at the reception of the woman's third wedding in less than a year! And this time it was with a different man!
Whispers floated around, aghast guests commenting on the state of affairs.
"Haan! This girl has no shame or what?"
"That poor boy! Not once but twice she led him on no?"
"Poor Shashank! I heard he's been having heart problems, probably because of this girl!"
Rhiddima began to turn red as she heard the comments as she stood next to a fidgeting Armaan who kept craning to look at the door, grabbing onto his arm she glared at him, "Armaan. What are you doing?"
"Waiting na?"
"For what?!"
"Where is he?"
"WHO. Armaan."
"Mere bhai." He replied with an affectionate smile, "I can't believe he loves me so much you know. Mere bhai, Sid."
Rhiddima's face turned white at his words, she clutched his arm harder, "Armaan." She said with a measured voice, "you invited Sid?"
He turned to glace down upon her face, "ugh, duh?" he said, "He's my brother and one of my best friends! Why wouldn't I invite him?"
Maybe because he's my ex-husband? She thought, maybe because now these aunties and uncles are going to have even more things to be scandalized about? But she said nothing, her lips forming a thin line, relaying how upset the news made her. Sometimes Armaan could be so- so dumb. So inconsiderate too! Sure, she and Sid had invited him to their second wedding, but that was different, at that time, there had been different circumstances.
She jolted out of her thoughts as Armaan called her name again, "Rhiddima! It's our wedding reception! Why are we standing around like this huh? Let's dance!"She smiled nervously at his back as he grabbed her hand and led them to the dance floor. It was covered with friends old and new, and the interns of Sanjeevani. She shook her head as Armaan encouraged her to dance; she was hoping it wouldn't come to this. She had no problem dancing, but he, o lord, he couldn't dance to save his life! It had been cute when they were first dating, but now it was just plain embarrassing. She thought back to Sid era, he had been a good dancer she remembered, always moving to the beat with fluid movements. She wondered if he would actually make an appearance, probably not. Or maybe he might, he was unpredictable that way.
As she tried to enjoy dancing with her now husband, the music cut as the lights dimmed. A spotlight fell on the makeshift stage where live singers were earlier singing. A young man stood there now, wobbling and obviously inebriated. He was dressed, loudly. A bright blue shirt over red pants and yellow shoes. To top it all off he had on a purple wig!
"GAOWALO!" he screamed into the mike. An equally intoxicated and weirdly dressed young man fell laughing onto the stage, gesturing the first man, a few whispered words later the man reemerged in front of the mike, "Sorry, sorry. PARTYWALO!" he grinned at them obviously having fun.
Rhiddima tugged on Armaan's sherwani, "get your friends down from there!" he looked at her confused, shaking his head, and "I don't know who they are!"
"Partywalo," the young man continued, "I am heres todays, to says a thank yous!" he paused expectantly, grabbing the mike for support, he shared a smirk with his friend, who sported a lime green wig "BHABI!" he yelled, lime green said something to him again and he slapped a hand over his mouth. "Oops," said into the mike, "ex-bhabi, hehe. CONGRATULATIONS RE!"
A third man, dressed similarly and in a red wig, clambered onto the stage, shoving purple wig aside as he grabbed the mike. "GAOWALO! Oh, sorry! Partywalo! SUICIDE SUICIDE!!!" the till then silent crowd began to murmur, they had all been too shocked earlier to react, but now wondered out loud what the hell was going on.
"Haha Just KIDDING!" red wig screamed, "Actually, we would like- LOVE to say YAYYY to the married couple." Out of nowhere a fourth man emerged and bounded onto the stage, he sported a blue wig, " BHABI! Sorry, EX- bhabi, thank you sooo much for leaving." Blue and Red wig bowed as if expecting applause, seeing an un reacting crowd their friends indulged him, clapping haphazardly.
The four stood in front of the whole party, grinning ear to ear drunkenly and staring undeterred at the still stunned party goers. Suddenly the crowd began to part and a figure approached the couple who now stood at the front of it all. Laying a hand on the sherwani clad shoulder he turned around an unsuspecting Armaan. The smile that began to appear on his face was quickly wiped off the figure shoved him onto the ground, grabbing Rhiddima by the arm as he led her onto the middle of the evacuated dance floor.
The guests stood shocked as the man, dressed in a shockingly white outfit embellished with colorful rhinestones and wearing a brilliant silver and neon pink wig began to sing.
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ozpvQ2ZC70E[/YOUTUBE]
chhoti chhoti baaton se hai tune jo sataya mujhe
ungli pe nacha ke mujhe choona jo lagaya mujhe
are ja ja ja go to hell
are ja ja ja I wanna say this ja chudail ja chudail, ja chudail
with small things you have troubled me,
making me dance on your fingers, the way you made an idiot out of me,
go, go, go to hell
go, go, I wanna say this, go witch, go o witch..
palkon par bithaya tujhe
roothi to manaya tujhe
pyaar mein to khuda bhi banaya tujhe
par, tujhko kadar nahi ye le dekh thenga mera
ye le ja tu koi kya ukhad lega mera
abe ja ja ja go to hell
ja ja ja once again ja chudail ja chudail, chudail..
I put you on my eyelids (gave you every comfort)
when you got angry I placated you
in love I even made God out of you,
but, you don't care (so) now take this thumb of mine (you show ur thumb when u give someone nothing)..
take this, and what will anyone do with me,
go, go, go to hell..
go go once again, go witch, go witch.. witch..
phoolon sa chehra tera
dil pe tha pehra tera
reh gaya ab wahan dard gehra tera
hat!
phool wool kuch nahi sada hua aaloo hai tu
you know what you are!
hoor nahi pari nahi jungli ek bhalu hai tu
are haan haan haan go to hell
are ja ja ja everybody, ja chudail ja chudail, chudail..
your face like flowers,
this heart had your guard,
now there is a deep pain of yours,
move!
nothing like a flower, you are a rotten potato,
you know who you are..
not an angel, not a fairy, you're a wild bear,
oh yes yes go to hell,
oh go, go, everybody, go witch, go bitch..
abe ja ja ja go to hell..
ja ja ja once again ja chudail ja chudail chudail..
yeah yeah.
(Chudail in Hindi literally translates to Witch, but the meaning here can be taken as just a slang, and may be compared to Bitch)
He finished with a flourish, posing fancily with his friends on the stage. Grabbing the mike he ripped off his wig. A collective gasp escaped. Some because they finally saw the culprit, others because they realized that this was the man who's wedding they had attended a few months ago!
"THANK YOU GUYS!" Sid shouted gleefully into the mike, "Thank you wifeyyy oh, oh! And thank you bhaiyaaa! Ok guys! That was my little wedding present, yay! Hope you like- no loveddd it!"
"We did!" his red wigged friend shouted, the other two screamed in agreement, leaning on each other for support.
"Oh right!" Sid said, "so thank you my friends, Vishal," he grabbed the red wigged man's hand, raising it in victory, "Nihaal" he slapped the purple wig on the back, "Yuvi" the blue wigged man waved like a model, screaming out thank you's, "and Shaan-Shaan kahan hai tu? Idhar aa" Shaan, aka lime green wig, had been heading off stage towards the bad, but was abruptly pulled back by Nihaal. He gave everyone a somber look, flashing a peace sign.
Sid smiled proudly upon his friends and the audience. "That's it!" Yuvi bounced up to him with a whisper, "oh, right," Sid said. "Ok, so folks! This was my bachelor party, yayyy! I'm like getting married in two days, so like everyone who wants to just show up man, it's my wedding who cares! Free food! Yea, so the, the-"
"The Hyatt Sid!"
Other than the five men who stood on stage, the whole room was so quiet that the single female voice could be heard all the way from the door.
Her heels clicked on the floor as she marched toward Sid and his troop, "It's at 10 am at the Hyatt." She announced, "and the reception is at the same hotel at 6." She was a beautiful girls, her curls fell down her shoulders as she surveyed the room, "and as my darling fiance just said, you're all welcome." She flashed them all a pleasant smile.
"NAYI BHABI!" Vishal shouted in excitement, "hiii"
Despite the heavy atmosphere she had arrived at, the girl held her cool and her positivity seemed to be infectious, because soon the couple who's honor this reception was in, was surrounded by declarations of what an amazing couple the man on stage and the young woman standing in front of it made.
"JAANUUU" Sid's excited voice cut through everyone's thoughts as he leaped off the stage to smother the girl with a hug, "SanjanaaaI love youuu!" he sang with a squeal. He seemed to giggle as she smiled amusedly up at him.
He was looking at her in awe, Rhiddima realized, she felt a stab of jealousy shoot through her, even as the girl- Sajana, tried to calm Sid down, and she felt her own husband's hand clutch hers.
Sanjana rolled her eyes at Sid's antics, beginning to drag him out, she paused to demand the other men follow, "Sorry!" she yelled to the party as they retreated, "I seriously had hoped he would just go for a dancer." She looked sheepish as she and her brood of men disappeared through the tent entrance.
The party never resumed. As a now mad Rhiddima stormed out to pace in her room wondering a] how Sid, HER SID, could that to her, b] how he could move on and c] why the hell she'd ever given him the chance to ditch her, all the guests left. Armaan now sat wearily on his wedding bed watching his wife pace and hoping that before he died, he'd have a wedding night.
Sid, now Sid.
Well Sanjana Dutt got the troop of men home. They woke up the next morning with major hangovers and MAJOR headaches. They also felt like idiots and regretted getting so drunk on the night of Armaan and Rhiddima's reception. But despite feeling regret for their actions, they admitted that it was the most f**king awesome bachelor party ever and it was worth it all. They then made to the Hyatt to finalize the preparations and then rest in time for the wedding the next day.
The wedding happened, it was a grand affair. Really, other than the initial guests, half of the guests from Armaan and Rhiddima's reception showed up. The Modis and Dutts had no problem, they adored their children.
Five years later, Sid and Sanjana Modi had an adorable four year old and a chubby one year old.
Armaan and Rhiddima haven't really gotten to that stage yet, but they will, as soon as Rhiddima is ready, which will be soon- or so Armaan hopes.
Happys. Endings. 😃
