The Wedding Fiasco


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“Let him speak now, or forever hold his peace!”

The minister’s voice intoned familiar words as he prepared to bring the wedding service to a grand finale. The groom and his men stood ramrod straight, and the bride stared at the floor in customary fashion. The Bible boy looked imploringly at his parents watching him from the audience. He was waiting for their signal to release him from his agony. The audience watched in bored toleration. Everyone attended a “shadi” and people from far and near would attend the reception to follow the wedding. Thinking of the feast to follow the audience shifted impatiently in their seats.

From the back of the hall a strong voice commanded, “Stop the wedding!”

The audience was instantly awake, and interested. The unusual is always appreciated in India and everyone strained to see who was marching down the aisle to the front.

Enraged relatives of the bride jumped on the advancing figure, and others, who we later learned were relatives of the intruder rushed to his rescue, raining blows on the bride’s party. It was a grand and glorious confusion.

Apparently the young man who’d created the fuss believed the girl belonged to him. He’d watched her grow and loved her from afar. His impassioned plea had fallen on deaf ears, and the bride to be was being wed to someone of her parent’s choice with the blessings of their community. It appeared the bride was quite happy with her parent’s choice.

The audience fled the auditorium to watch from the safety of outside windows and doorways, looking in. The groom and his party marched out with heads held high, and the bride wailed pitifully while beating her head with her clenched fists on stage. The minister stood shell shocked. This was a new experience for him.

At this point Ramesh entered the auditorium. I watched as he strode to the struggling groups and with well intentioned resolve tried to reason with them. None of us are clear to this day what happened, but within seconds Ramesh was rushing for his life pursued by all groups; representatives of the bride, the groom and the jilted lover.

Vaulting through the auditorium window he rushed across campus pursued by the mob and sought temporary refuge in a faculty home, to disappear out the back door seeking safety just before an angry crowd broke in through the front door. They had murder on their mind!

To add to the excitement Ramesh’s wife on learning of her husband’s misfortune ran around searching for him on campus while beating her chest and wailing sorrowfully as she went. Women rushed to comfort her and took up the lament.

We found Ramesh later that evening after a diligent search. He was hiding out bleeding in a remote part of the college farmland. There we rendered medical aid and spirited him home to the intense relief of his wife. For the next few days he was conspicuously absent from the campus under wise advice.

Oh, and the wedding? After intense negotiations between the parties the wedding was rescheduled for the following week. The wedding party approached me again with a view to renting the auditorium for the afternoon. The answer of course was no.

What about the lovesick bearer of misfortune? He was put on a train and sent far away until tempers cooled sufficiently for him to return home again.

Blessed are the peacemakers!

“© Copyright Ian Grice 2012 All rights reserved”

* Shadi – Wedding

15 Comments Add yours

  1. Gordon Buhler says:

    Some of us know Ramesh’ real name.

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    1. Yes you do, neighbour of long ago. I miss our little walks while plotting around the campus. LOL.

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  2. Eric Alagan says:

    True life can be shocking – he actually tried to stop the wedding…and we thought it only happened in Indian dramas or English comedies.

    Well brought out Ian.

    Cheers, Eric

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    1. Hindi movies are a reasonable comment on life in India, except it usually focuses on the more affluent Eric. The middle class in India now exceeds the total population of the USA.

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  3. Jeannie says:

    Fiasco is right! Oh my goodness! I hope the couple went on to live happily ever after…and hopefully the jilted lover found new love elsewhere! Good writing and a good story too. 🙂

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    1. The couple are still married, I have no idea of the hopeful hero who interrupted the wedding. LOL

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  4. Chancy and Mumsy says:

    I have seen it happen in movies but I have always wondered if anyone ever really does cry out “Stop the Wedding”.. Now I know it has happened. That will be a time a lot of people remember. Hopefully the couple were able to find a place for the wedding and it finally took place. Thanks for sharing another one of your great stories sweet Ian. Hugs

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    1. Yes they successfully married after the families got together for a few days and sorted it all out. I refused to let them hire the auditorium though. Riots on campus are not on my favourites list.

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      1. Chancy and Mumsy says:

        I can understand why you would not let them use the auditorium after what happened. Riots are not good for sure.

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  5. A fascinating story. Thank you for sharing this.

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    1. It’s a true story but with name changes to protect privacy.

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  6. Jane Thorne says:

    Goodness, free will prevailing here?..mmm..maybe not!! Here’s to peace 😀

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    1. I was surprised when living in India to learn that daughters in general are very happy with their parents choice of a husband for them. Most marriages last which is quite different to our Western societies.

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  7. Clement says:

    The intention from all parties appears to be good eventhough their actions maybe construed to be bad. Time will tell for the most important thing is for the bride and groom to be inlove enough to get married

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    1. Thanks for visiting and commenting on this story.

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