The Perfect Dress

So my sister recently announced her intention to get married and brought her boyfriend home to introduce him to the family. The boy was approved and his family declared as most decent.

Now three months later, after all the excitement and tears of joy, we are all bracing ourselves for the big day.

There are lots of functions that are going to take place before we reach the finish line of The Great Indian Wedding Drama.

The first one of these is the engagement ceremony.

It’s basically just exchanging rings and introducing the bride and the groom to the entire extended khandaan of both the families.

Slowly but surely the things are being crossed out from the ‘Things To Do’ list. The venue is finalized, talks with the caterers are on, designs for the rings are being browsed through and the bride to be is out shopping every weekend to find that perfect dress.

And this is when we come to the most important part of the entire drama. Well the most important part for me.

The dress.

That is what we are all waiting for. Well ‘we’ as in me and all the girls and women in the family. Ladies seldom have much interest in anything else other than clothes. And we are no different.

Everybody is planning and prodding and searching for what they want to wear. It’s the first wedding of the family and the excitement is almost killing us.

Though I’m not so much into clothes and dressing up but I’m equally pumped to find something appropriate to wear. It should be wow enough to make me look like the sister of the bride, but not so wow that it overpowers the brides dress.

And If I know my sister, who hates anything shiny, glittery, heavy, and basically anything that makes you look like an Indian bride, she’s going to pick out something really simple and understated.

And my love for bright pop colors may make me look overdressed in front of her.

Designer boutiques, local shops, Pinterest, Google, my mom’s sari collection, I’ve gone through it all.

I’ve shortlisted a few dresses but I’m still confused. Everything I’ve selected has either glitter or pop colors. And my sister might just pick out something in a pretty pastel color! This thought is driving me nuts!

I usually don’t care about the latest trends, fashion and stuff like this and wear whatever I like. If I’m happy and comfortable with what I’m wearing, I won’t give a damn to what others think.

But to overpower my very own sister on her engagement is not where I want to tread.

So now I’m running to every market in Delhi in sweltering heat to find that perfect dress for me.

And it’s turning out to be one hell of a job.

 

Race Against Time- Part 2

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You can read Part 1 of this post here

We were standing on the platform at 5 in the evening thinking we would catch the train.

If only I could explain to how the look uncle and my dad gave me and Mj. It was neither angry nor amused. I just couldn’t put a finger on what kind of expression it was.  And all this was because we had booked these tickets two months back and did not notice this huge  error.

After these two grown ups cribbed about “how the kids these days can do no job correctly” and ”it is a mistake to leave any job for us”, dad suggested that we catch the next bus that leaves for New Delhi. So we headed toward the inter state bus terminal. On the way we also tried our luck at finding any air tickets but all were sold out.

Me and Mj just quietly listened all the cribbing and vowed never to book another train ticket in our life. Well this vow was actually taken by Mj because according to uncle this was the third time he had made such an error. And the worst part is, dad and uncle had almost cancelled this trip so just me and Mj were supposed to come here. I just could not imagine what would have been their reaction to this blunder if it would have been just the two of us here.

We reached the bus terminal and booked our tickets for the bus that left Amritsar at 9:30 pm. Uncle and dad glared at us saying that we would have crossed more than half our journey by that time if we had not missed the train.

But now, there was nothing for us to do but wait around for another 4 hours before we boarded the bus. And the things that popped in my mind on hearing that were Pictures of the Gurudwara at night, Punjabi Jutti’s, and Amritsari fish fry.

Yeah sure I was upset and all about the train thing but the excitement of being able to spend another 4 hours in Amritsar was way more overpowering

So we took a rickshaw and headed back to the gurudwara where me n Mj happily clicked away for another one hour, and this time without being hurried along.

And then came the jutti’s. I went bonkers with all the designs and colours. (Tip- If you ever visit Amritsar, make sure you buy a pretty pair of embroidered jutti. They are beautiful. Oh! and for all those who don’t know this, Jutti’s are the Indian version of ballerina’s)

I would have spent a lot more time browsing through the various designs had I not been accompanied by three men who kept pointing to me that all looked same and I should hurry up and buy whichever I liked.

So I bought a beautiful pink pair and then we rushed to the supposedly best restaurant which served some great fish fry. To say we were disappointed would be an understatement. Iv had way much better fish fry in Delhi. We kept complaining about the fish only to discover that we were again late for the bus. And this time there was no rickshaw to take us to the terminal.

We could not spot a single rickshaw, and uncle suggested that we start walking towards the terminal and look for the rickshaw in the way. He said we should walk but believe me we ran. And we ran like people possessed. I bless my stars that we found a rickshaw within 3 minutes of running or else we would have to leave my dad behind because he really is not the running kind of person.

We reached the bus terminal in good time, found our bus and crashed into the reclining seats , hoping and praying that nobody sits behind us so that we can recline the seats as far as possible and  sleep all the way.

We could not. Because the bus was full and me n Mj just could not go to sleep, so we chatted all the way and fell asleep for like just two hours. We reached Delhi at 5 in the morning. And from the bus terminal we took an auto rickshaw to the railway station where we had parked our car and finally went back home. I don’t remember much after that cause I reached home, kept my bag on the side table and knocked out on my bed for the next 12 hours.

Things To Do Before I Die

Today one of my colleague told us he was engaged to be married. The wedding date has been fixed for February and he is really excited. Now, when the announcement was made and the congratulations given, the one question that came to my mind was that whether he has ticked off all the things that he wanted to do before he got married?? Though there is all the possibility that he had no such list.

I have bucket lists for everything in life. I had a bucket list for ‘Things to do before I turn 16’, ‘Things to do when I visit London’, Things to do before I graduate’, ’20 Things to do before I turn 20′ and so on.

I have a big list for the things that I want to do before I get married. But an even bigger one is  the list of things I want to do before I die. Now this list keeps getting longer every few days because I keep listening to people doing so many things that I vow to do them once before I die.

So today I’m sharing with you some of the things I plan to do before I die. I wanted to share the entire thing but that would probably take ages to complete and I’m sure nobody would be that interested in reading that!

1. Watch the launch of the space shuttle.

2. Star in a movie. If that not possible then be happy by being an extra.

3.  Tell the story of my life to a complete stranger sparing no details. (I have no idea who would be interested in that but the search is on).

4. Learn to rollerblade. I know how to roller skate but rollerblading made me sprain my foot more than once.

5. Go deep sea diving eat your catch.

6. Own a house with a beautiful sea view. (This is one very expensive wish considering the sky rocketing real estate prices 😦 )

7.  Buy a round-the-world air ticket and a rucksack and run away. (I soooo want to do this! It one of my best wish and I am determined to do this fairly soon.) 🙂

8. Learn ballroom dancing, salsa and jive.

9. Write a novel and get it published.

10. Go on an adventure trip to Spain with my best friends.

11. Go to the Oktoberfest in Munich and drink like crazy.

12. Spend the night in a haunted house.

13.  Spend New Years in New York.

14.  Fall completely and hopelessly in love.

15. Drive from New Delhi to Goa.

16. Ride the highest roller coaster in the world!

17. Be a part of the carnival in Rio.

18. Learn bar tending complete with the bottle juggling and all the awesome tricks.

19. Buy a convertible and drive  with the  roof down and music blaring.

20. Go up in a hot air balloon and get my boyfriend to propose me. ( I have to find a boyfriend first and then keep dropping hints for him to propose me up there.)

21. Go to Vegas and gamble away all my money.

22. Create my family tree complete with pictures on my living room wall.

23. Take part in a marathon.

24. Spend a night partying on the streets of New York.

25.  Learn how to knit and make myself a super cute sweater.

Welcome Winter’s!!!

 

Winter

And finally my favourite season is here! I always welcome winters with open arms. And now as the air starts getting chilly and it gets dark outside at 5:30 pm, I pull up my sleeves and dig out all my winter clothes that had been dumped in various corners of my house when summers came.

Now as I open different trunks and suitcases, I find the lovely jackets, cute sweaters, coats, hoodies, mittens and boots that would now adorn my cupboard for the next 4 months.

I so wish New Delhi had a snowfall. But since that would probably never happen (Actually I should not say never because global warming might just completely turn over the weather cycle and it may end up snowing in Delhi!), I console myself with my foggy breath, soups and hot chocolates. 🙂

Also, I can’t wait to get some lovely body butter’s. In summers they are like torture on my skin!

 Soon there would be Christmas cheer everywhere and the the markets would be filled with festive sales! Perfect time to indulge in some serious retail therapy!! 😛 

With the help of Pinterest, I’v put together a list of the things I absolutely love about winters.

Hot Tea

Soup

Winter Nails

                                                                     Sweaters

coziness