For all of you who love suttle (read dull for many), this one is for you.
For all those who have been following me, you would know that I got married this year and so it has been a year of firsts for me in alot of ways. Festivals, family get togethers, anniversaries..
We indians love our festivals and just by the sheer number of festivals we have, it is an year long party.
So for those unaware of the festival called “Karvachauth”, it is simply a fast kept by the wife praying for her husbands long life. Now over the years I have seen my mother keep it religiously for my father and occasionally my father has kept it too.
So when I got closer to the festival, I was in two minds. On one hand,my feminist side thought it to be sexist and on the other I wasn’t sure if I could stay hungry all day.
So when I did mention it to husband, he promptly jumped and said “I will fast with you too”. That took care of the first doubt.
Now it became a matter of what to wear for the big occasion?
(Tip: When in doubt, raid the mother’s closet)
So this lehenga is actually been made from one of my mothers saree. It pairs dull gold and pink with a net dupatta with a border of pearls. The saree has beautiful intricate golden thread work that really lifts the dull pink hues.
I wore it with a multicoloured blouse made of mix silk and paired it with dull pink heels.
So this should have happened alot earlier but due to health issues,well this had to wait…
Now is it funny that despite having known ,courted and dated someone for so long, you still feel like its day one of seeing them on the day of the wedding? I had woken up early, had a small ritual in the house and than was advised to sleep for bit as I would be needing all of it ,come evening..
Slight chill in the air. Dimly lit ferry lights. The unit ban was to perform that evening, which meant in addition to a trip down memory lane, it was also going to be alot of dance,music and daaru.
The Mehendi night though came with alot of pressure. One because I am a huge mehendi fan and two because one of my closest friends (I bet she is sheepishly smiling reading this) wanted ‘the best mehendi application’, because of her not-so great mehendi nights. With that in my head, I sat down for my mehendi, hoping to free by the time the guests started to pour in. Knowing me, my mehendi designs had been planned well in advance. For my hands we did a ‘wedding story’. It had a sequence right from the ‘varmalah’ to ‘sindhoor’. For my feet we created an intricate arabic net.
5 hours later,I was still not done but the revelry did..
The unit band was churning out one old classic after another and my men danced like there was no tomorrow.
“There is no instinct like that of the heart-Lord Byron”
We are usually not the goofy ones. Maybe he is. The boy and I are alike and unlike in equal ways. I still remember,for our first date he was ’10 mins’ late and Iectured him about how he was dating an army officers daughter and that time was really important to me, Most men would have flipped, but he stood there and smiled..What followed were alot of beers and endless stories.
‘Stealing kisses from him seems like second nature now’
Indian weddings,they say are the most lavish, most loud (well sometimes),grand,colorful and damn long..
This description fits the bill even better when you are from the Northern part of the country. Well, thank fully for me, my family has always been the subtle one so the wedding wasn’t going to be a pomp and show, but an intimate affair (well..almost).