Yeah, so like any other event, the planning and execution was really tough. I'm sure hosting an International Academic event can be easier than this. Here there is unexpectedness through out, 1000s of opinions involved, and finally the execution left for oneself.
My shopping was done weeks before, except for the collection of my 'dress of the day' from the designer. The shopping for everyone else went on and on. Another aspect that went through a lot speculation and finally a lot of criticism was the jewelry. I think everyone expected me to be draped in gold so that my dress itself won't be visible. Yeah!!! So when a lot of relatives came home (yeah there is the customary visits by a lot of people), they gaped at my father with their mouths open when he said the amount of gold he was actually buying. 20 sovereigns of gold is way toooo less when you compare the 300 or so presently happening in the society. And then they look at me with a look that said why are you supporting such a heinous crime. For god's sake, its just gold, and who wears so much gold and who will take care of it. That's my response. And then they will have the look that said 'like father like daughter', to which me and father respond with our common Colgate smile.
And when the wedding came near, another issue that arose was how much gold I would be wearing on that day. While I went on with my stand that I am not wearing any gold as it wouldn't suit my dress and I don't want to be the typical bride draped in gold, my family, excluding my parents, went on saying people are gonna talk as to why the girl isn't wearing any gold, blah blah blah.... These conversation went on and on and 5 days before the wedding I walked around the house wearing all the gold declaring whoever wishes to see me like this may have a look, as I am not wearing any of this after today. I don't know how, but my mom joined the other side in this war by saying I should wear at least the bangles. Even when I had absolutely no clue how and what my wedding dress looked like, I went on with my usual mess of how it would contradict the heavily done dress (again someone living in the back of my head kept reminding me that I haven't seen the dress, paying no heed to the same, I went on). My father and uncle who were having their dinner came, listening to all the commotion, and looked at each other and stared at all of us arguing. Baps has got this habit of barging into an argument and passing a judgement, sometimes saving me and sometimes leading to another huge fight. In this instant case, the former happened and I don't know whether it was the rebel in me or just me who ran and hugged Bapa for saying let her do whatever she wants. Yeah, my father is such a sweet heart.
And about the dress, I saw it a few days before my wedding and my mother saw it 4 days before the wedding, it was delivered the day before. In all this, the person who payed for it saw it on 15th of Jan, and he saw me dressed in it. And what I have to say about the dress cannot be described by mere words. Those few pieces of clothes were my dreams come true. It was for the first and maybe the last time that I will ever wear something so perfect and made for me. Like all my life, people told me that doesn't suit you, this is not your size. But this.... I don't know if people whispered bad things about the dress, well I don't bloody care even if they did. It was all my childhood dream come true. Being from a Jamath sect of the Muslim community my parents always brought us up in a life that screamed simplicity. And to bring all that to this one juncture, he applied it in my wedding too. There were said and unsaid rules of budget in everything. Said rules were those he put a limit on how much I could spend and unsaid rules were those that I myself applied being his daughter. And I am sure I didn't let his pride fall. And I thank almighty for helping me and my family through all this.
And in all this I should thank my designer Muneera for the gorgeous dress she designed for me. Yeah, I wore a customized designer wear for my wedding. I should thank her for fitting it into our budget and also for her persistent self, by not allowing me to get hold of the dress until the day before. She believed that the dress should be a surprise and also that if people are allowed to comment on it, you might lose your heart even on your favorite things. And I should say she was right.
My shopping was done weeks before, except for the collection of my 'dress of the day' from the designer. The shopping for everyone else went on and on. Another aspect that went through a lot speculation and finally a lot of criticism was the jewelry. I think everyone expected me to be draped in gold so that my dress itself won't be visible. Yeah!!! So when a lot of relatives came home (yeah there is the customary visits by a lot of people), they gaped at my father with their mouths open when he said the amount of gold he was actually buying. 20 sovereigns of gold is way toooo less when you compare the 300 or so presently happening in the society. And then they look at me with a look that said why are you supporting such a heinous crime. For god's sake, its just gold, and who wears so much gold and who will take care of it. That's my response. And then they will have the look that said 'like father like daughter', to which me and father respond with our common Colgate smile.
And when the wedding came near, another issue that arose was how much gold I would be wearing on that day. While I went on with my stand that I am not wearing any gold as it wouldn't suit my dress and I don't want to be the typical bride draped in gold, my family, excluding my parents, went on saying people are gonna talk as to why the girl isn't wearing any gold, blah blah blah.... These conversation went on and on and 5 days before the wedding I walked around the house wearing all the gold declaring whoever wishes to see me like this may have a look, as I am not wearing any of this after today. I don't know how, but my mom joined the other side in this war by saying I should wear at least the bangles. Even when I had absolutely no clue how and what my wedding dress looked like, I went on with my usual mess of how it would contradict the heavily done dress (again someone living in the back of my head kept reminding me that I haven't seen the dress, paying no heed to the same, I went on). My father and uncle who were having their dinner came, listening to all the commotion, and looked at each other and stared at all of us arguing. Baps has got this habit of barging into an argument and passing a judgement, sometimes saving me and sometimes leading to another huge fight. In this instant case, the former happened and I don't know whether it was the rebel in me or just me who ran and hugged Bapa for saying let her do whatever she wants. Yeah, my father is such a sweet heart.
And about the dress, I saw it a few days before my wedding and my mother saw it 4 days before the wedding, it was delivered the day before. In all this, the person who payed for it saw it on 15th of Jan, and he saw me dressed in it. And what I have to say about the dress cannot be described by mere words. Those few pieces of clothes were my dreams come true. It was for the first and maybe the last time that I will ever wear something so perfect and made for me. Like all my life, people told me that doesn't suit you, this is not your size. But this.... I don't know if people whispered bad things about the dress, well I don't bloody care even if they did. It was all my childhood dream come true. Being from a Jamath sect of the Muslim community my parents always brought us up in a life that screamed simplicity. And to bring all that to this one juncture, he applied it in my wedding too. There were said and unsaid rules of budget in everything. Said rules were those he put a limit on how much I could spend and unsaid rules were those that I myself applied being his daughter. And I am sure I didn't let his pride fall. And I thank almighty for helping me and my family through all this.
And in all this I should thank my designer Muneera for the gorgeous dress she designed for me. Yeah, I wore a customized designer wear for my wedding. I should thank her for fitting it into our budget and also for her persistent self, by not allowing me to get hold of the dress until the day before. She believed that the dress should be a surprise and also that if people are allowed to comment on it, you might lose your heart even on your favorite things. And I should say she was right.
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