Why my wife's suitor was my best man at our wedding

The tale of a misunderstanding, a poem, and a most gallant fiancé. TVS Hari narrates.

Team Bonobology | Posted on 05 Apr 2016
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In 2003, I had sent a huge bouquet of roses to ‘K’ (my girlfriend, whom I loving address as K - the ‘krakpot’ - making her giggle girlishly) along with my marriage proposal. It so happened that Madhu, a classmate of K, was staying with her that night.

When the two saw the huge package of flowers, K was floored alright, but Madhu was more so! I believe Madhu gushed, “None of my boyfriends are so romantic. How I wish I could steal Abs from you!”

The duo had a minor tiff regarding me. That evening, while K stood me up, Madhu turned up for my bash.

One of our mutual friends tipped K off and she rushed.

After her fourth glass of sparkling wine, in a particularly mad moment, suddenly, Madhu hugged me and said, “Abs, you are so sweet and honestly, that bitch (K) does not deserve you!”

And at that precise moment, in walked K mad as a hatter. 

I will not bore you with the details, but after a mealy mouthed slanging match, K stomped out saying, “I wanted to accept your proposal in style tomorrow, but now I hate you with all my heart. Never bother contacting me again, Abs!”

The next day, my future father-in-law almost finalised a groom for K, and in a silly moment, she even said yes!

I became an emotional wreck, kind of got drunk and created a scene outside K’s house.

Being well connected, my future father-in-law complained to the police.

Before long, I was in the slammer.

Sadly, K had corroborated her father’s version to the cops and called me a “mad stalker.”

Under normal circumstances, I would have been remanded to judicial custody.

It so happened that Hari uncle knew the inspector and came to meet him over something else altogether at the cop house. And when uncle saw me in the lock-up, he told the real story to the inspector and I was let off with a warning.

I went on a binge that night. The next day, I was a blabbering emotional wreck.

Hari uncle came, comforted me and said, “Abs, I will write one moving poem for you. Email it to that young lady and hopefully something nice might happen.”

I followed uncle’s instructions and sent this poem:

 

“Listen to the voice of your heart

Just do not be swayed by what the surroundings say

Look in my eyes through your imagination

And find out if I am telling the truth.

 

A mere glance from you

Will grant me the permission to continue on earth

I implore you to look the same

The way you did when your eyes said yes

And the lips pouted a NO!

 

Love is always innocent

And it is beyond all distractions

Imagine my forlorn eyes again

And you would know the pain. 

Sometimes it so happens

In a man’s life

His own shadow deserts him

In the peak of summer at noon

There will be an oasis in this desert.

And soon cooler climes shall engulf me 

I am for real, kindly remember

The true nature of my affection will reveal itself

And then you will know the truth

Of my ardent nature

And your eyes will go moist for my loneliness

And wash away the scars and scares that kept us apart

And then your answer, as your mind always said

Will be YES!”

 

In another part of Chennai, the prospective groom, his sister and her husband were sitting around K in her flat, introducing her to their relatives in the US through a chat room and a webcam at home.

Unaware of what was going on, seeing her on live chat, I sent the poem to K through a PM.

And suddenly, in front of all her future in-laws, the poem jumped out along with a picture of us together (something K had saved on my id) on K’s computer screen.

Even as the embarrassed groom and his relatives were looking on beside her and in the USA, K broke down and began sobbing uncontrollably, I later heard.

The guy, I must admit, was gallant.

I believe, he said something like this:

“K, you are beautiful and I am indeed sad that I can never be your husband now. But, Abs deserves you much more, and I can see that you still love him. Instead of doing something mad on the rebound, please think calmly. I will have a chat with your father and hopefully everything would be fine. And when you do marry Abs, remember to invite me.” 

K and I reunited two days later.

The groom moved heaven and earth to convince all concerned.

When I finally married K, the groom was my best man.

As per our promise, we have nicknamed our son ‘Raqs’ after the strange relationship with the “groom”.

In Urdu, one’s flame’s suitor is called Raqueeb. And Raqs roughly means the trance-like situation of a person while dancing wildly like a whirling dervish.

Our little bundle of joy, ‘Raqs,” is an apt name not only as our happy state of mind, but also as the shortened version of Raqueeb.

Thank you, Hari uncle, you made our day then, now and forever!  

And, by the way, Madhu married the groom later.

 

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Comments : 4

Mira: The poem really is great, but I really like how simply, with light-humor, you have narrated the whole thing what once might have been a difficult times for you. May be it is like what they say, Todays big problems appear smaller tomorrow and one might actually find some humor later in it! Thank you for sharing.

Ritapriya Nandy: Such an inspiration!

Team Bonobology: Thanks Ritapriya, feel free to share the piece with like-minded people :)

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