Stories of sarees..

Before you read this,you need to be reminded of/introduced to some concepts..

1.My fashion sense is dangerous.
2. That runs in the family.[but skipped my sis. and my dad considers it a personal insult to have a "fashion" sense.]

Now that we are clear on these, let us proceed. Those who read the previous post may have noticed that there was a wedding I wanted to go to. I got invited.(for a certain person who laughed coz I didn't get invited as my friend forgot to invite me-Ha!) No. I am not going to wear a saree..and This is not about that wedding.

this is about another wedding.(Gosh, there are a lot of weddings these days, am getting confused. They may trick me into coming to my own wedding if i am not careful. geez. ALERT.)

So I was saying, there is this another wedding I can go to. So, I went to my mom to ask for advise as of what to wear. And what did I find?

What, did I find?

I found a mom who was as confused as I was, as of what to wear to the wedding. AAAnd the damsel to the rescue!

"mom, have no fear,
The damsel in distress is here!"

easier said than done. My theory of selecting sarees was proved right once again this afternoon-which is.."Always find the blouse first. then find a matching saree.."

But by momentary lapse of memory,we started picking up sarees...

Me: This is good..

Mom: It is dirty.

Me: what about this one?

mom: nah..the blouse doesn't fit.

me: this must be good.

mom: it is torn.

me: this gotta be(better be) good!!

mom: thats new. I cant wear a new saree on saturday.

Me: hey this is my top I gave you for altering! MOM!! aargh!! its still here??

mom:(pretends she did not hear it.) this one is too simple.

Mom: what about this one?

Me: NO! you already wore it to the engagement. NO NO!(no self respecting daughter would ever let her mom got to a wedding wearing a saree she was seen in by the same people. Source: International code for daughters.)

argh! tic.tock.tock.tic.

Me: this saree is a dark shade of orange mom! it won't go with a slighter dark shade of orange colour of a blouse. we need another shade of orange. ORANGE! concentrate mom.

Mom: aargh!!

well, finally, after taking all the sarees out from the cupboard and mixing all the blouses, we found a matching shade of a blouse that fit a wedding-wearable saree. uff! (wipes off sweat from brow)
Thank god my sister wasn't here. We never agree upon the saree for mom! It was a huge fight our family witnessed as we disagreed over my mom's saree to be worn for my sis' wedding. Dang. Sis came up with a lousy "Its my wedding, My mom, She wears what I want" reason, and I had to give in! dang. Meh. Bah.
It is fun dressing up your mom.. We get a chance to take revenge to show gratitude for the times when we were a baby and she chose the dresses for us.
My sis is gonna kill me If the saree I chose wasnt appropriate for Mom.

Dang.

less than 12 hours and I have to come up with something to wear myself. anything. Something!

P.S. guys and some gals will find this post completely pointless. shoo off if you do. YOU never had a wardrobe malfunction in your life. YOU dont have relatives who even criticises your perfume and nailpolish. YOU don't think green and blue go well together. YOU are a guy. YOU(the girl) don't care.

I wonder whether there will be palada for the sadya.
:)

Random updates

1.My namesake got the first rank for the university exam. I now happens to hate my name. And very few in the blogger world know it. I am sticking to DiD.

2. I just said I am bored of blogsville, and I posted an hour after I said so.

3.I am not invited to a wedding I would love to go to.(not the wedding I mentioned in the last blog)

4.I made this. It is soya paneer curry. No casualities reported. Yet.

5.My dentist keeps saying he will remove the braces on my teeth "next month".He said that first in January. He said that last month too. Am going to gift him a taperecorder if I ever get the braces off.

6.I scored a 92 pc in my degree exam. Well 91.5 to be exact. then again, If am going to be exact, I will rather say 92 pc.

7.I took this photo.I think its pretty good.

8. I have a whole month of vacations infront of me. I spent the first two days of it vaccuming.

9. I found out that the fastest way to tell my sis something is by posting it on my blog.

10.I am truly,madly and deeply bored.

11. MJ died. Someone please tell me I dreamt so.

12.It is raining all sorts of animals here. Mosquitos are back. Improved and resistent. And squishy.And icky.and buldgy. And icky. And squishy. ew.

13. I gained seven kilos.

14. 13 and 12 are mutually exclusive events. But 4 and 13 may not be so. IF 3 turns out to be a mistake, numbers will rise in 13.

15.point 15 deleted as per request. message is delivered..

Gone..with the wind...

Scene 1.
Date-20th December 2000
Venue- Std 7 classroom of a girls only school. No guys present anywhere except the 60 year old watchman,outside the gate..

IF, IF the district collector was a woman, If the education minister was a woman, That is to say, someone useful were at the authorities' seats..The day would have been declared a holiday, a mourning day. But nothing like that happened..In a building filled with heartbroken females, we clung on to each other for support and fresh tissues and handkerchiefs..Teachers wept in the staffroom, giving us an hour of peaceful mourning.er..morning.

It was the day Hrithik Roshan got married.

Ah..what an year that was..The easiest year ever to buy cards for all occasions, all you had to do was to pick up the card in which Hrithik looked hot ( all of them in that case)..every dance had the same step..radio everywhere played just one song..every girl wanted to be named Sonia..

sigh.

Now, on that day, every single female heart broke. The shortest in class, but the biggest Hrithik fan of all times, sat in the front bench( yeah,now you know how traumatised she was!) weeping. We couldn't stand that pain..We even arranged a makeshift wedding, with an imaginary Hrithik as groom, and our fan(Ms.T) had an imaginary wedding, with not-so-imaginary friends doing the "kurava" and the teachers dutifully thought they just "imagined" the noise...

That was the first marriage of a friend that I attended.

Scene 2.
Venue- My bedroom.
Date- er..3 days back.
me on sms chat with my best friend.

me: u heard? M s gettin married!!
missed call.
me.: guy's engg.
she: arrngd no?
me:yeah..
:
:
:
missed call.
me: sigh.
she: bt ts al..our clsmte gettin married..v will soon be!!
me: you are even older than she is!( I aint heartless to remind my friends that they are older than they believe they are. So I said this in mind.)

me: cal re.

followed a very emotional conversation on how life was getting all scary and how we were all growing up and ...and...(wail..))

sniff..

and we reminded each other of our good old days..
Me the nerd, K the popular, S the painter, A the rogue, AN the band leader, F the sensitive, T the hrithik fan, M the singer,R the outstanding, C the standing out,B the bystander......The days spent gossiping..The dances,The girls day outs, The spy works (we had tabs on who is going out with who from the nearby boys only school) the fights, the puberty talks by the much embarrassed nuns, and(i love this part) the boys-want-only-one-thing-talks from our dear old princis...the code words( we know what that means, and there is a reason, you,XY chromy,can't understand that!)

Life was so simple when it was the aunty/uncle/cousin/neighbour/teacher/sister/brother/ who was getting married.. Now, the time has come..We attend our own friends' weddings..(and like Monica said-"now you have to go away and I have to live with a ....boy!!!!) We officially have to buy presents.. We now have THE talks with seriousness..

And what next? we babysit for each other's children??
And worry about getting the kid into school??
And then worry about the hormonal changes?
And then worry about their marriage?

I already feel old.

So..M is indeed getting married..And we are at the age where we totally ,utterly,completely hate going to weddings. Coz all we hear is "you are next". (like the popular joke goes-I love funerals now-I get to say "you are next!")

Wish we never grew up.
And now I sing..

so if we get the big jobs,and we make the big money

when we look back now will our jokes still be funny

will we still remember everything we learned at school

still be trying to break every single rule.

i keep thinking its not goodbye

keep on thinking its a time to fly

and this is how it feels

as we go on,

we remember,

all the times we,

had together,

as our lives change,

from whatever,

we will still be,

friends...forever..

I wonder.....

And the now the big question.
to wear saree or not to wear saree for the wedding.

gulp.