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As soon as you would enter the Grand Ballroom Hall of the Novotel (which happens to be a seven star hotel), you could easily spot Shaurya & his welcome gang, busy in all the activities involving the cordial welcome of a guest.
Shaurya's pre marriage bash, or as known in popular terms - the Bachelor's Party was on in full swing. All the guests invited were essentially men - married or unmarried. Even the bride's family men were cordially called for and Ravi Chacha, Jeevan Chacha & even Mohit had turned up for a delightful evening.
The decor & the menu were sober indeed. The decor being rich in culture : red streamers, golden velvet curtains, a neatly decorated stage and a music system in a corner playing soothing background music.
The food stand held all cuisines, from Continental to South Indian. You name it & you'd get it. Though all the people were consuming the hot, spicy Punjabi food in large numbers, something was totally amiss.
The Chachas were constantly moving from counter to counter, in quest of the most wanted 'item', the thing without which a bachelor's party cannot hold true - the sole sign of manly fun - DRINKS!!
As a part of Shaurya's solemn vow to not touch alcohol before his marriage - a thing which he highly hated now - was a curse for these poor bunch of optimistic boys. Imagine the loud bursting of these high hopes as Mohit, Vicky and the Chachas sat in a corner, heart broken and sad.
Chann se Jo toote koi Sapna...
Jag soona soona laage, Jag soona soona laage
Koi rage naa Jag apna...
Shaurya did try to cheer them up by bringing in Pepsi, Mirinda & even Mountain Dew but to no avail. The atmosphere here was more sullen than the upcoming bidaai. Thankfully, these men hasn't cried their hearts out.
"Shaurya puttar, yeh tune bilkul Accha nahi kiya!", Whined Ravi Chacha. "Aur Nahi toh kya Bhai! Yeh Bhi koi party Hai!", growled Vicky.
"Oye Vicky, Zara yahan aana", he literally dragged him by the collar. "Ab yeh Dekh!", He showed them a small car. By the help of binoculars, he zoomed into the car.
"Yeh toh Ajay Hai!", He exclaimed in a surprise.
"Hmm. Aur woh media ko Saath laaya Hai. Idhar humne drinks liye nahi aur udhar hum Delhi ki breaking news bann jaayenge".
"Yeh kya mazak Hai! Ab koi Banda enjoy Bhi naa kare!", He stomped his foot and marched off.
"Hone waale Dulhe aur uske Bhai ko bulaaein", announced panditji. It was time for the 'bachelor rasam'.
This involved a married brother warning the prospective groom to not do shaadi as it leads to doom.
Vicky stepped forward and crooned to the tune of 'Mat Kar Shaadi' as Shaurya listened on and firmly said a no to him.
[YOUTUBE]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oxontcsYAmw[/YOUTUBE]
Vicky's last attempt into tricking Shaurya was dancing to the song of Zor Ka Jhatka, that left everyone in splits!
Zor Ka Jhatka Haaye zoron se laga, ahan laga!
Shaddi bann Gayi Umar Kaid ki sazaa, ahan sazaa!
Jiski Shaadi Par Jaana, Usko Itna Samjhana
Na Kar Shaadi, Ye Barbaadi, Phir Na Pacchtaana
Haan Mauka Hai Pagle, Shaadi Se Bachle
Samjha Le Dil Ko Yeh Shaadi Ko Mat le
Shaadi Ke Mandap Se Tu Khud Ko Bhaga, Haan Bhaga!
Samjha Le Dil Ko Yeh Shaadi Ko Mat le
Shaadi Ke Mandap Se Tu Khud Ko Bhaga, Haan Bhaga!
Shaurya ordered for some lassi with Bhaang to compensate for the non alcoholic oath. They realised it was as much enjoyable as anything else (just a verbal mention, so offence intended).
This ceremony followed by some quirky Punjabi numbers completed the folk rustic theme for the day. No alcohol - only lassi - Punjabi venue + menu. The bad boys were forced to turn good & sober but the entire fun wasn't over yet...
