After Party

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It’s been two days since the engagement party and I still can’t completely feel my toes. My killer heels actually killed every sensation in my feet. I didn’t really dance much because there were so many people to meet and so much to do. I just kept running all over the venue to click pictures and meet family. And yet toward the end I ended up holding the heels in one hand and walking around barefoot.

That evening had all the elements of a crazy Indian wedding function.

We had a minor accident the night before the big day (Yours truly touched a naked wire and almost got slapped by my aunt for being so foolish. All the kids were then warned to be safe).

We had a nervous, jittery bride who came almost crying from the salon because she hated her look and the way the sari was draped. Though it was nothing a few cotton balls and safety pins couldn’t correct. Some anxious blabbering a few tears did help her though. 😛

All the guests arrived and the bride’s grandmother was still not there because the car she was in took a wrong turn and ended up taking a detour of nearly 2 miles.

But together it created the drama that is required to make a party successful. I somehow feel that it’s not really an Indian wedding function if till the last moment everybody is not panicky and running here and there to get things done.

And the feeling of watching your sister getting engaged is so surreal. You look at this girl standing there glowing like a light bulb, stepping into a new life with a twinkling solitaire, and wonder how old you’ve grown. It seemed like yesterday that we were playing hide and seek in our living room.

Though for me this feeling passed pretty quickly because I could smell the murg malai tikka’s being served around. Food, I tell you, just distracts me from being serious in life.

But the best part of the evening turned out to be the photo booth me and my cousin had organized. People literally went crazy getting their pictures clicked.

And now that I’m going through these pictures, I realize that photo booths work best when people are drunk. Some expressions are just priceless. Sober people rarely ever laugh like crazy while wearing star shaped glasses and neon wigs!

The above picture is a glimpse of it. I’m the one on the extreme left BTW. I barely have 3 or 4 pictures from the entire evening. And now that I think about it, it is probably because most of the time I was just stuffing my face with food and washing it down with some random cocktail instead of posing prettily and getting some decent picture clicked of me.

Also, I’ve realized that no amount of hairspray can keep my wild hair in place. Just two hours after the party began my hair was all over the place. Though my sister keeps telling me that it was because I kept touching my hair instead of leaving the delicate hairstyle alone.

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Run Up To The Party

So tomorrow is the big day. My cousin’s engagement party begins at 8 tomorrow and we are literally so psyched about it. Yes there are still tons of things left to be done, like the bride STILL has not found those perfect shoes. I mean the party is exactly 24 hours from now and she is still searching for the perfect, not so blingy, sky high pair of heels. Poor girl has been running from pillar to post in search of them and to top all that she has so much work at her office. It really is a miracle that she has not burst into hysterical tears till now.

It’s sheer excitement in our house these days. There are guests lists, bags, bangles, shoes, bottles of whiskey just kept randomly at any place. Not that I mind any of it. All this just makes one feel all the excitement that is going into planning this party.

For our parents it’s more of a ritual. The rings shall be exchanged, the gifts shall be given to the boy and the girl, and it would make everything official. So from being boyfriend and girlfriend, they shall be promoted to become each other’s fiancé and fiancée.

But for us it’s gonna be one hell of a party. The entire family is going to be there. We’ll have music, alcohol, a photo booth and some amazingly delicious food!!(To be frank I’m more excited about the food 😛 ) Add a good DJ to it and we’re all set to dance the night away.

So here’s to endless dancing and crazy picture clicking. I hope this party kick starts an amazing life for these two.

Let’s Meet The Future Son In Law

So my cousin recently announced her engagement. It’s a big occasion for the family and everybody had their share of things to be excited about. For her parents, they are glad to have a child finally heading towards settling in happy matrimony. For my grandparents, their first grandchild is getting married and they are thankful to god for letting them be a part of it. My parents are happy for her parents i.e. my dad’s brother and his wife.

As for us brother’s and sister’s, we are just excited about the shopping and the new clothes and the open bar. 😛

Of course we’re happy for her, but when it comes to weddings, I tend to get more excited about the fact that I get to buy new clothes!

And if you think the matter ends here, then you’re wrong. How can a wedding be fixed in India without the whole extended family being involved? Oh no sir!

We first need to meet the future son in law. And by ‘we’ I mean the entire family. Yes. The WHOLE family will meet the boy and his parents. Even though my uncle and aunt have already paid a visit to his house and met his parents, but we still need to get everybody’s opinion.

And let me tell you, meeting the future son in law is a very big deal here. Because in our culture the son in law is an extremely important person.

So to meet him and his family, a date and venue was decided. And since me and my sister have already met this guy a couple of times, we stepped back from attending the Oh So important meeting!

My grandma took things so seriously that she called up my mom to ask whether she should wear a sari or not! To which my mom casually replied that it was too hot to take care of the sari and besides it was not that big a deal.

To this my grandma very gravely replied that meeting the future son in law is a very important task. It should not and would not be taken lightly.

The finest cashew nut Barfi was ordered and everybody was ready before time. For my family, getting ready on time is an impossible task. So getting ready before time was a miracle!

Before leaving my grandma went over every preparation once again.

Sweets packed and kept in the car. Check. Sagan envelopes. Check. Everybody’s clothes perfectly ironed. Check.

Quickly everybody sat in the cars and off they went to meet the future damaad ji.

Four hours and a dinner later they all came back with such mega watt smiles on their face that me and my sister could barely wait to get the feedback.

The boy had passed with flying colors. His family was declared very decent and proper and his parents were highly appreciated.

I and my sister looked at each and laughed thinking about the actual engagement ceremony that is to be held in some months. If a casual meeting with the future son in law is such an hyped event, then the engagement is surely going to be one hell of a party.

Sorrow’s and Joy’s

Life has way of balancing everything. Like if you get too much sorrow, you are bound to get an equivalent amount to joy some day that would write off all the sadness you felt.

Just when you start thinking that everything is falling apart and nothing could get to through, life gives you a much needed little nudge that helps you get through the most terrible times of your life.

Recently I lost a very dear aunt. The whole family was shocked at the untimely loss and for nearly a week we could barely think of anything else.

My aunt was the live wire in our family. A happy go lucky person who was bound to make everybody around her smile because she had the most infectious laugh ever! A regular chatterbox, she was always full of energy.

I remember my mom telling me that when she met my dad’s family for the first time after her marriage, my aunt was in 9th grade. She says that the first thing she noticed was how this girl ran up and down the stairs all day to get things done for the reception that was to be held that night. And how she came up to my mom every 15 minutes and made sure she wasn’t bored or feeling out of place in a new family.

Years later my aunt had revealed that when she saw my mom, she realized how lonely the bride must be feeling in a new family. So she made it a point to make my mom feel welcomed.

I’m often compared to my aunt for being the most talkative person in my family. And frankly, I feel proud to be compared to the one person who was the funniest, most caring, and the strongest member of our family.

At the age of 21 she had against the consent of the family, eloped with the love of her life  , who today is my uncle and the father of her two beautiful children, . Together these two had built the foundation of a strong marriage and a healthy family.

I hope wherever she is, her soul finds peace. She is watching us from the heavens above and I know that she can see the piercing pain everybody is feeling.

My family had been trying to cope up with this huge loss, when life turned around and bought happy news to our homes.

A couple of weeks after this tragedy, my cousin announced her engagement. Being the eldest child of our generation, her’s is the first wedding in the family after a long time. This news acted like a balm to our hearts. It gave us something to rejoice and look forward to.

Today, as I write this post, I can’t stop smiling at the happy prospect of my sister’s wedding, even though I sorely miss my aunt.

Life came full circle for us. We said goodbye to a beloved daughter of the family, and are now, thanks to my sister, preparing to welcome a son.