We arrived at the station only 3 quarters of an hour late which is a luxury by Indian standards. Ashish, the groom, had already sent his driver with the jeep to take us to our base, one of the umpteen hotels in the city. We kept our bags and headed straight to the restaurant for a breakfast buffet after which there were two things in mind, the city and kill time. The “Aarty” and the “Banarsi Paan” are synonymous with Beanares but were not able to catch a glimpse of the former due to time constraints. The different ghats that line the river are a sight to behold and we made it a point of walking over almost the entire stretch.Preparation for the wedding was a general cleansing of the ears by a freelancer who proudly proclaimed that his forefathers had been in the “profession” for generations. Followed on from the ghats to the temples in the city, Kashi Vishwanath and Ma Bhairo.
This is a fair warning to every prospective tourist if you’re reading this, no matter what, I emphasize, no matter what, let it be shlokas, a general tour of the temple, a solemn prayer for parents or next of kin DO NOT PAY THE PANDIT or PRIEST. Needless to add i was fleeced out of the hard earned cash of my parents and fell prey to one such man. Marketing has taken a whole different meaning for me from now on. Without any further turmoil we reached our hotel in the early evening to get ready for the wedding.Jindal, Dubey, Katie had already reached with the rest of the gang. An occasion like no other had to start and end with booze. The ceremony itself was something to behold with Ashish and Revathi looking resplendent in their bridal wear. The wedding passed on peacefully and we were joined by Ashish the next day to add to the drinks. Made it the station in time after gorging on paan and Shiv Ganga was a breeze compared to Garib Rath.
Ps- Rajeev must have been proud if he was there.
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