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.

Boom Boom Bang!

It’s that time of the year again. The roads are choked with cars, people are stuffing their faces with every possible delicacy ever known in the history of Indian cuisine, houses are spotlessly clean, there are fairy lights everywhere you turn, nearly blinding you and by now you must have forgotten  the number of times you jumped out of your skin because some random kids were bursting crackers somewhere in the vicinity, freaking the bats out of you.

Welcome to the annual Indian madness everyone! It’s Diwali time!

I love the feeling I get when this festival is around the corner. Unlike Holi where the oldies shy away from having a blast, Diwali is that one time of the year when every single person shall be out on the roads to shop, meet their relatives and be a part of the biggest festival in the country.

It’s sheer madness no doubt, but so much fun!  It’s that one time of the year when you get meet your entire extended family. There’s the yummiest possible food, unlimited gifts, new clothes and the one chance to get anything you want from your parents as a Diwali gift! Well, almost anything.

And as I write all this, I’m surrounded with the gifts and sweets we’ve received so far as gifts. Just one look at them and I know all my weight loss resolutions have gone down the drain. Not that I’m complaining. : P I mean no little black dress can give me the happiness like a box of kaju katli can. Or maybe it can?!? Damn it! I should have stopped at the first box! :-/

Oh! Well it’s too late now so I’ll just go and dive headlong into a box of laddoo’s.

Happy Diwali everybody!!! 😀

 

Its Festival Time!!

Kalakand, Gulab Jamun, Milk Cake, Kaju Katli, Jalebi, Boondi laddoo’s….

Every year when the festive season kicks in, I dump all my “I need to lose weight” resolutions and start stuffing my face with all the possible sweets I can find. I’ve already attacked a box of milk cake and I’m having extreme cravings for some piping hot jalebi’s.

With the Navratari, India enters into a month long festive mode. We have nine days of navratri’s which involves insane amounts of garba, then the durga pooja, followed by dussehra, then karva chauth, and finally Diwali and Bhai Dooj.

It’s a month filled with sweets, new clothes, innumerable pooja’s, dancing, amazingly delicious food, family get together, fairy lights, earthen oil lamps, rangoli’s and gifts.

I’m so excited about all the mind blowing food I’m going to eat!

I know I’ll be about 5 kg’s heavier by the time we wrap up the celebrations, but who cares!!

Shubh Navratri everyone!!

🙂

The Fine Line Between Love And Infatuation

Is it possible to fall in love with a person, when all you’ve seen is a picture of him? You’ve never met him or heard his voice. You don’t know anything about him but his name. And still you fall in love with him?

I know it’s not love but an infatuation. All these feeling have been unreasoned.

How can I think of myself in love with a person who is nothing but a photograph in my life? And he does not even know of my existence.

I know it’s crazy but ever since I saw that picture of him at Rashi’s house, all I can think of is those eyes.

‘Vivek….’, I say that name out loud and smile.

This guy is thousands of miles away from me. He does not even know that there is a girl named Tamannah thinking about him day and night.

I can see his face every time I close my eyes.

My mind clearly say’s that it’s an infatuation. But my heart just refuses to believe this. They are in total conflict with each other.

Forget about the voices in your head, I seem to have voices in my body! My brain and my heart are literally wrestling with each other on this.

I had gone through every freaking picture of the wedding just to find more photographs of him.

I found three more. And in all three his lips had a smile and his eyes were twinkling. I secretly copied those pictures and saved them in my pen drive. I didn’t want Rashi to think of me as a nut case.

Of course she knows I’m crazy, but this would have certainly certified me as one.

I’ve gone through those 4 pictures infinite times.

I asked Rashi about him. He’s working as a financial advisor in London. I’m in my final year of my master’s in financial management.

‘Coincidence’, says my brain. ‘Destiny’, my heart replies.

I roll my eyes at these two and start searching for something to eat. Food is the only thing that would keep me distracted from him. The foodie in me is happy at my decision. I run to the kitchen and look for my mom’s famous chocolate chip cookies.

 

You can read the first part of this series, ‘Tamannah’ here- Love at first site 

Happy Lohri!

Lohri

 

And it was that time of the year again! The cold weather and the chilly winds can not stop any Punjabi from celebrating Lohri!! And for me the plates full of popcorn and peanuts are the highlight. They make me excited like a six year old in a toy shop! I stuff my face with these goodies and happily enjoy the bonfire at my place with my family and the neighbours who always drop in for some fun. The beats of the Dhol, the peppy music and the general atmosphere of excitement!! And when you have good food to go with it the whole thing becomes pure bliss!! * Big Smile* 😀

For all those who are not familiar with Lohri, and are probably thinking that I’m just talking nonsense, allow me to put some light on the subject. It’s a lot of history and Indian mythology so I should warn you about the possibility of falling asleep while reading it. 😛

Over time, people have associated Lohri to the tale of Dulla Bhatti. The central character of most Lohri songs is Dulla Bhatti,who lived in Punjab during the reign of Mughal Emperor Akbar. He was regarded as a hero in Punjab. Besides robbing the rich, he rescued girls being forcibly taken to be sold in slave market of the Middle East from the Sandal Bar region. He arranged their marriages to boys of their religion with rituals and provided them with dowries. So every other Lohri song has words to express gratitude to Dulla Bhatti.

Dulla Bhatti was a rebel whose lineage was of Bhatti Rajputs . His ancestors were the rulers of Pindi Bhattian in Sandal Bar area of present day Pakistan. He was a hero of all Punjabis and his var (life story) is available on the internet.

According to the Hindu calender Lohri falls in mid-January. The earth, farthest from the sun at this point of time, starts its journey towards the sun, thus ending the coldest month of the year, Paush (Indian Mythological Month), and announcing the start of the month of Magh(Indian Mythological Month) and the auspicious period of Uttarayan.

Basically, Lohri is celebrated to mark the end of winter’s and to pray for a good harvest. It’s a Punjabi festival where bonfire’s are lit and peanut’s, jaggery(Gur), and sesame are offered to the fire praying for a good harvest. Oh! And popcorn as well!

So it turns out to be a bonfire party where my family comes together and just stuffs their face with the awesome food that is prepared by my mom.

I’m really looking forward to this evening because my best friend is coming over for a sleep over! So there’s going to be a bonfire, awesome food, and endless gossips!

I hope you guys too have a great Lohri. God Bless

🙂

 

Sources- Internet