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.

Trying To Be A Swan

I have always been a a tomboy. I don’t remember when was the last time when I tried to synchronise my hair and clothes. So that means I’m always in a messy state with my hair tied up in a tight braid so that they stay away from my face and my clothes always picked up from the boys section, because lets admit it, boy’s clothing are designed for comfort!

Even when I’m in office, I dress up like really casually without bothering to even use a lip balm!

But now for the past few days, all my friends have started suggesting me that I need to get into the girly mode because if I ever want to get into the dating scene, being girly would help me go a long way. I argued that if a guy does not like me the way I am then he is definitely not the kind of person I would ever want to be with. But I do agree with them that I need to refine myself and be a little more sophisticated. 

So now I’m facing the dilemma of how to get into the breezy mode after being in the hurricane mode all my life.

So this weekend I sat down to jot down a list of stuff that I need to do to get myself into this classy and sophisticated mode.

Here’s all that I could think of to get a little more polished-

1. Learn how to walk without tripping or banging into stuff. In short stop walking like a hurricane just entered the premises.

2. Start taking care of my skin. Now I have no idea how to do that. I have a super       sensitive skin that reacts even to the mildest of moisturisers. I even wash my face with sandalwood paste and rose water because I can’t use any face wash. Therefore I can’t use any sun block and I always end up with a really tanned skin. 😦

3. Try a different hairstyle- I need to get rid of the boring braids and do something new with my hair. I’v searched every possible hairstyle that Google could offer me and have realised it is too much of work!! All I can do is shampoo and condition them and hope that they behave.

4. Get some girly clothes- Though I’m never going to get rid of my hoodies and sweatshirts, I will try and get some feminine looking clothes from the women’s section. (I nearly always buy clothes from the men’s section. The small size fits me and they are super duper comfortable! Alas! I won’t be doing that much any more)

5.I could say that I should use some make up but my sensitive skin just does not agree with it.

6. Use a nice signature scent. I usually end up using deodorants meant for men. 😛 . In my defence, I like strong smells. But I guess I’l go and get a ‘femininely strong scent’.

7. Accessories- I guess I’l have to replace my Ray Ban aviators and converse sneakers with….ummm….Ray Ban aviators(I will never part with them) and ballerina’s??

8. Try and talk softly. I am a true blue Punjabi, and Punjabi’s are loud! I can try and tone down the volume a little but that’s about it. I can never let go of the ‘Punjaban’ in me.

9. Try and keep calm and don’t loose your temper- I have a very short temper. And when I lose it, all hell breaks lose. I guess I need to get that under control and be more composed.

10. Last and not the least, I could just ditch the above list and remain as I am.

Ok. No.*Take a deep breath* I have to get a little polished. Maybe I’l just go with the hair and clothes thing. And maybe the temper also. Oh forget it, I’l try and do the entire list and see what becomes of me!