Lets Get Done With 2015

I’m just dying to get done with 2015. I mean the last couple of days just drag and it makes me all fidgety. I just want to be done with it and start writing a new date!

Not that 2015 was bad. It was in fact the most dramatic year of my life till date. And when I say drama, I mean like the crying, screaming, fighting, eye rolling and what not! I mean this year will be the highly mentioned in my autobiography.

This year my life did a complete U-turn on me. I’ve done things which otherwise I would have never thought of in my wildest dreams. It’s like I had a new found confidence in myself and I just went with my gut feeling.

2015 was in some ways very kind to me. I did grow up this year. I realised I’ve stopped talking or expressing myself so much. I actually love solitude now. Something which I absolutely detested last year. I was all about being around people. But now I just want to sit alone somewhere and maybe talk to my self.( Yeah, that habit is still there. Nobody can understand me better than me.)

I don’t tell people what I’m feeling or share so much because I realised people are just interested in listening to what concerns them. Anything other than that is a waste of time for them. So why should I go ahead and blabber my feeling when the person listening is not even being kind enough to pay attention.

Yes, 2015 was a mixed bag of experiences. It had its fair share of ups and downs. But 2015 will always have my gratitude. It made me realise that nobody, and I mean it nobody can make me do what I don’t want to. Yes I was always stubborn but this year I understood the limit to which I will fight for what I think is right.

I’m done with putting up with people who are always telling me what to do and what not to do. From now on it’s either my way or the highway.

So here’s to a fabulous new year! I hope and pray 2016 rocks!!

 

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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.

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.