Today is a Monday and as always the most boring day of the entire week. And the usual rush trying to reach before Asife Sir does his usual thing. Closing of doors... For us, its very similar to heaven's door being slammed shut( just for attendance sake).
The only thing of change is the shocked faces of friends and all those crazy congrats hugs. There was the shocked faces, there was the 'I expected this' faces and there was this 'are you kidding me' faces. It was fun looking at all those faces. Perks of getting married. I am sure Niranjan and Baiju were about to throw their bags on me, when they thought I was kidding. I had to call up Drishya to stand as a witness. The only thing that calmed them was the promise of an assal adipoli biriyani. And then there was Naveena, she literally screamed (but then, yeah, she is Naveena).
Another irritating part about getting married is everything is associated with marriage. It is awesome when your dad brings home different pattern pants and tops, but it is dead irritating when everything else gets associated with it (except the new stuff part of it). It is irritating when everyone starts saying don't shout, you are gonna get married, and then followed by the advice of what to do when you are in his house. Every other thing you do is associated with after marriage part. Wake up with the cattle and hens, okay not the ones in my house, they kinda wake up 3, and the part where I put on jeans with tops, there comes,- you should start wearing churidars. I am wondering whether every girl getting married should face this. Now I get it when they say, Wedding has nothing associated with fairy tales.
As said earlier, My mom's in Saudi, she said she would reach soon, In Sha Allah. Since its my mom and her job, a lot more prayers attached. Since last week she has been indulging herself in a lot of shopping. Yeah, its starting to get really weird, there were those times I used to beg for Pakistani Salwars, (with every respect to my own country, I love our neighboring country's dresses, mainly because it has long sleeves and corrupt proof cotton) and now I am getting it all without asking. My sister has been sending me pictures of the stuff they are buying there. I love the fact that they are shopping for me over there, but I wish I was there. Not because I wanted to shop like a crazy bitch. But because I am scared that when Ummi reaches and gives me all those gifts, and if I don't like it or if its not of the correct size, she's gonna be really hurt... Really really hurt.
And if its a size smaller, her reaction would be tantrums asking me whether I grew bigger within 2 weeks. The idea doesn't really sit in her mind that each company has different sizes and measurements. Hmmm... That reminds me, once I really wanted to blog about dieting, well... that only happens when you lose weight after dieting. Oh no, I didn't want to go all chicken soup kind (right now, I messed up the spelling of soup and I had to google it, that happens when you something in mind, or is it just me). I wanted to write stories about my BIG BIG missions of cheating on every diet. Oh no, I didn't cheat on all, I was an absolute good kid in the naturopathy dieting.
Blogging reminds me, there was huge concerns as to me blogging. That writing about stuff like this, would it hurt the prospective family and whether they would like it. Oh no, Baps didn't react like this, he said You write a book and I would only be proud about it. But there were people who were concerned about me (not the sarcastic way, well, think whichever concern as you like). There are a lot of intentions for doing this, but its never to hurt anyone. One of my intention is to hear from people, how things were for them, how did they feel, and all that). That's also coz none of my close close friends are married and nobody talks about anything, either they are fed up of telling stories or they think they don't have any. I am not a good story teller, neither do I have much followers, but still, I would like to tell stories.( Am I getting tooo old, getting all grandmotherly, or is it because I live in a society where there are less stories and more gossips). I think everybody has a story, their life, their family, their days and even minutes of their life holds lot of stories worth telling.
The only thing of change is the shocked faces of friends and all those crazy congrats hugs. There was the shocked faces, there was the 'I expected this' faces and there was this 'are you kidding me' faces. It was fun looking at all those faces. Perks of getting married. I am sure Niranjan and Baiju were about to throw their bags on me, when they thought I was kidding. I had to call up Drishya to stand as a witness. The only thing that calmed them was the promise of an assal adipoli biriyani. And then there was Naveena, she literally screamed (but then, yeah, she is Naveena).
Another irritating part about getting married is everything is associated with marriage. It is awesome when your dad brings home different pattern pants and tops, but it is dead irritating when everything else gets associated with it (except the new stuff part of it). It is irritating when everyone starts saying don't shout, you are gonna get married, and then followed by the advice of what to do when you are in his house. Every other thing you do is associated with after marriage part. Wake up with the cattle and hens, okay not the ones in my house, they kinda wake up 3, and the part where I put on jeans with tops, there comes,- you should start wearing churidars. I am wondering whether every girl getting married should face this. Now I get it when they say, Wedding has nothing associated with fairy tales.
As said earlier, My mom's in Saudi, she said she would reach soon, In Sha Allah. Since its my mom and her job, a lot more prayers attached. Since last week she has been indulging herself in a lot of shopping. Yeah, its starting to get really weird, there were those times I used to beg for Pakistani Salwars, (with every respect to my own country, I love our neighboring country's dresses, mainly because it has long sleeves and corrupt proof cotton) and now I am getting it all without asking. My sister has been sending me pictures of the stuff they are buying there. I love the fact that they are shopping for me over there, but I wish I was there. Not because I wanted to shop like a crazy bitch. But because I am scared that when Ummi reaches and gives me all those gifts, and if I don't like it or if its not of the correct size, she's gonna be really hurt... Really really hurt.
And if its a size smaller, her reaction would be tantrums asking me whether I grew bigger within 2 weeks. The idea doesn't really sit in her mind that each company has different sizes and measurements. Hmmm... That reminds me, once I really wanted to blog about dieting, well... that only happens when you lose weight after dieting. Oh no, I didn't want to go all chicken soup kind (right now, I messed up the spelling of soup and I had to google it, that happens when you something in mind, or is it just me). I wanted to write stories about my BIG BIG missions of cheating on every diet. Oh no, I didn't cheat on all, I was an absolute good kid in the naturopathy dieting.
Blogging reminds me, there was huge concerns as to me blogging. That writing about stuff like this, would it hurt the prospective family and whether they would like it. Oh no, Baps didn't react like this, he said You write a book and I would only be proud about it. But there were people who were concerned about me (not the sarcastic way, well, think whichever concern as you like). There are a lot of intentions for doing this, but its never to hurt anyone. One of my intention is to hear from people, how things were for them, how did they feel, and all that). That's also coz none of my close close friends are married and nobody talks about anything, either they are fed up of telling stories or they think they don't have any. I am not a good story teller, neither do I have much followers, but still, I would like to tell stories.( Am I getting tooo old, getting all grandmotherly, or is it because I live in a society where there are less stories and more gossips). I think everybody has a story, their life, their family, their days and even minutes of their life holds lot of stories worth telling.
Zain! :* Stay cool!! Full power!
ReplyDeleteHaha Thankyou
DeleteI think u r a gud stry teller.□zain□...;)
ReplyDeleteThankyou thanzeela :) The truth is I never wrote stories, And I prefer to stick to poems, but when such eventful things are happening, I had to tell it out :)
Delete"..or is it because I live in a society where there are less stories and more gossips?" �� :) :) Nice usage!
ReplyDelete-harima