Hilarious experience

I don't go to weddings, I don't know how I would go to my wedding? The reason I don't attend weddings is a horrible experience that doesn't forget me. 4 years ago, I had the opportunity to attend a wedding party in a remote village. What happened there is from the expression, the marriage of the son of a friend's employee.

He took me along by force. There were unique customs, such as the bride and groom's family struggling symbolically. I went to my bun cool, black paint and a new purple jacket on my feet for a black shoe chim. Barat was nearly ready when he arrived at the bridegroom's house after a long journey. As soon as we arrived, the groom, who had been wearing a long loan for 50 rupees, pulled the bride, who wore a long loan for 50 rupees, out of the Ching Chi rickshaw and switched to our car. The bride's uncles insisted that they should be allowed to take me out of the car and put a series of bullock carts in the back where all the barats sit, and let them sit in the groom.

But well, a friend who lied in time and I had him pointing out that "he had surgery four days ago, don't take it. It made sense so nobody objected and the barat went off. I asked the bride sitting next to him, "Why, brother! - Happy, aren't you? "The bridegroom put a window on his face and tied his tongue tightly. His father said, "O Sai! Here in 2000, the "European Language" I quickly said that the practice was also in the city, and the only difference was that the bridegroom did not speak before marriage, and he did not speak there later. The bride village was 5 kilometers away. So we were at the door of the bridegroom for a short time. The bride's relatives were there to meet us with glowing eyes. Surprisingly everyone had their own hands behind them. Maybe it was also a style of honour. We set off the car with great pride along with the groom and his father. It was full of 14 bullock carriage rows behind us. It was full of men and women and children. But with a baggage covered in a couple of sheets overhead, a bullock carriage was completely empty. So the daddy of the bridegroom went ahead and greeted the father of the bridegroom and said: "Sai! Is it permissible? My father shook hands and said, "Do it. I didn't understand what preparation these things were going with. I just thought that all of a sudden the bridesmaids had their hands made.

I was shocked. They were all watered with large sand in their hands. There was also a slogan from our baratisi. I turned around to see the barati that took the sheet off an empty bullock carriage, a pile of dirty soil lying downstairs. All the barati bulls started picking up their own parts of the car. I was standing in Tinge, looking at a friend with a foggy face, whispering quickly, "What is all this? "I think that is the tradition here," he said. I was even more surprised: 'What does one mean? What a tradition you are...' Those words were still in my mouth when empty mud flew out of the bathroom and hit me in the mouth and shook my jaw.

It started to rain all over before recovering. People were happy to chant slogans and put each other's clothes on "ground. In less than three minutes, my mouth and head hopped into the ground. And I looked at him during the same bombing. He was cleaning the broken ground on his face with a hand-held window. He was also smiling. The "friendly fire" lasted five minutes, and then suddenly the bride's father said out loud, "That's all that. And suddenly the bombs gave up falling. Everyone looked at each other and cheered. I shaved my teeth and looked at my friend. We both looked at the spirits on earth. I desperately opened my mouth and took a deep breath. It was the most important mistake of my life. Someone somewhere flew down and came straight into my mouth and I felt like I hit a "Sat Rabri" ball in my mouth. My condition had started to cry. I told my friend to go back to the wedding with my shotgun. He too was prepared, but the father of the bridegroom pleaded and stopped us. In time, the food was opened. The large sands were placed in front of twenty-five maids in the large thal and were shown to be "four or four. I saved my eye and went out the other way with my friend. We were both moaning about each other's plight.

However, I did not open my mouth carefully while I was moaning. In time, the father of the bridegroom came to us and gladly said to my friend: "Sai! There's a little ritual, and then let's go back. I was shocked. "What kind of ritual? The bride's father softly said: "It is customary here to throw away the shoes left over to the barns after eating. My friend and I screamed when we heard this terrible thing. We both opened the car door before we heard the next thing and jumped in and drove off. I still remember the scene I saw in the moving car. Two hundred and fifty balloons. Holding our leaves in his hand, he looked at our passing car with a smile.

Have you ever experienced like that? Tell me about it in comments.

This is my first article and experience. Yeah i need more improment. Still i am at learning phase looking forward for your apprication and cheering.

Thanks! for reading, keep smiling.

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