endangered matrimony

the other day one of my friends, tendulkar* - his friends call him bhikari (beggar), send me an invitation to his brother's marriage. this guy works in a software company which claims to be powered by intellect though its an indefatigable mystery as to why that intellect never realizes how it is being conned into working it's ass off for the pay it gets. but that is neither here nor there. so this guy is a regular nice guy with a prediliction for talking to his girlfriend on the mobile and since those ruthless, capitalist service providers insist on mercilessly billing every single call, he is in a perennial state of bankruptcy which earned him the above-mentioned epithet. also, he is very attached (dont go for the obvious meaning. he's more like hank rearden's brother) to his brother and stays with him in bangalore and helps him out with house-hold chores like eating the food he, the brother, cooked and stuff... back to the invitation. the brother in question works in an ad company and had let loose his imagination by announcing his match in the form of a matchbox-label, a pretty neat job all things considered. so i called him up (the chap, not the brother) to convey my best wishes and also to convey my sympathies about him having to move out and all... and for all his experience with talking on the phone, the guy doesn't get half of what i said. "move out! what r u talking abt?" "u dude... abt u moving out. now that ur bro is getting married." "who ever talked of me moving out. i pay half the rent dammit." "dude, he's getting married. there really is the minutest chance that he may not want u hanging around the house talking on ur cell in the early stages of his marriage. i mean, it would be like starting him off at a major disadvantage..." "he's absolutely cool about it. so is my bhabhi." "when did u ever talk about it?" so there u go. my heart bleeds for the brother who, in exchange for a meagre rs.1500 a month (that's tendulkar's share of the rent which he'll probably negotiate as there will now be 3 people staying in the house), will have to watch on as his initial marital bliss is blown to bits by the presence of a disgruntled, horny software engineer hanging around the thin-walled apartment, eating up all the supplies and talking, nay shouting on the cell (poor connectivity) while he, the brother tries to whisper sweet nothings in his new bride's ears. such is the misery we inflict on the ones we love... * name changed to protect his privacy though he doesnt really care about other people's