Season of Love, Love, Love…… :)

                                               

I recently attended a wedding of a close friend’s sister. It was my first time attending a wedding alone. I couldn’t imagine the outcome that would have happened on that day, owing to the fact that I wouldn’t know anyone. But the fact of donning a formal kurta and buckling up my 3 and a half inch heels delighted me to the fullest. I rarely dress up. My profession puts me in a binding contract of dressing comfortably. To all those who come from the line of advertising, you would agree with me about the fact that formals are definitely not our style. According to me, the bigger the pants, the better. The baggier the kurta, made of the thinnest cotton/linen, the more fabulous it would be to dress up!

But, back to the wedding. It was a full blown out gujju soirée. So for the fact that it was an Indian wedding, I was banned from dolling up in my skirt or dresses so I wouldn’t scandalize the gujju aunties and show off some leg. After all, they would just think that the daughter of the devil would have walked in an runaway with their beloved sons. No offense to gujju boys (I have a lot of them as friends). Oh man! I can actually envision the whole thing happening in my head! 

It’s a total Karan Johar movie. The girl walks into the reception hall, with layers of makeup, the un-believable heel size (and I mean hooker sized shoes, with the ugly platform on the front foot)and whore-ish black V-neck dress that shoes off too much cleavage or just plain stuffed up flat breast or a very bad botched up boob job. And then she walks in, and the band breaks into song. Then magically she appears on stage and dances away. Is there anything more that I have to say? I think your own imagination can do the rest. Now my lovely gujju aunties, do you think that such a temptress could steal away your cocooned son? I’m sorry if I’m sounding stupid, but I really found this funny!

And I’ve steered away from the topic, again! It happens with me. I’m sorry :D.  Well to begin with, I couldn’t go home and change after my job, because I get over late. So the only option was to dress up at 9 am and leave. To be honest, I was excited to adorn my outfit. It makes me feel like a girl sometimes. But what I didn’t expect or brace myself for, was the trapped feeling I would experience. Every day I wear kurta pants to my job. Not to be confused with salwar pants, kurta pants are the ‘harim’ or genie pants. They are loose and when one wears them, they warm up to the feeling that the world is their oyster. 

So the tight chudidaar pants were prison! Yes they look pretty and yes they accentuate the shape of a woman’s leg, showing off the curves and the ankles and yes they look super sexy when you wear heels to accompany them! But they can top torture when it comes to spending over 12 hours wearing them! Right from 9am to 11pm. But that’s not the only drama that unfolded on that day. I ripped the sleeve of my very pretty kurta, managed to tear the bustier too and got my hair tangled in as many knots as possible. And my hair brush didn’t help much either. I think if I had pulled any harder on that day, I would have had my ripped scalp in my hands :). Sorry for the gruesome details  darlings :P

 

I work at Goregaon and the ‘shaadi’ was at Charni road. I was looking forward to attending this, so the commute of about 20kms didn’t bother me that much. But the agony began when I put on my heels. Ladies, you would agree the price of pain that comes with beauty. I decided to don on my pretty golden heels at charni road station and walked to the venue since it was just a stone’s throw away from there. I walked and nearly fell, and walked some more :O. And I finally reached my destination. The entrance was beautiful. The flowers lining the main entrance, the chandeliers that hung from the top, the lights made it all look like fairytale land. The wedding was beautiful. The only off part was when I had to fight off 1500 people to even get a morsel of food. No offense! But I had the time of my life when I met all my old friends there! A close friend of mine has termed me as ‘Gossip Girl’. Aptly named after the series, not for the dressing mind you because I’m a total opposite of that, but the fact of the amount I chat and gossip with my friends too much. 

But at the end of the day, I had a fun time. Be it the pain or the agony, somehow a wedding can make you forget everything. The smile on a couples face which not only radiates happiness, but also, most importantly Love. It just makes you want to smile too, doesn’t it? The way the bride blushes whenever her husband looks at her. All that love! It makes me nervous to think that all of everyone’s attention will be on you for one day! You won’t even be in the limelight that much on may be your kids wedding day or not even on the day you probably find the cure for AIDS (OK, maybe you might just be world famous on that day, if you ever find the cure. I’m no one to judge :)). 

This proves that love does conquer all. Be it any kind of pain or suffering, emotional or physical, nothing lifts a person’s spirit like a wedding that is filled with love. I’ll end this blog with the perfect lyrics of the song ‘Season of Love’ by ‘Shiny toy guns’:

Maybe it's all around to see
If we try
And maybe it's been inside of me
All this time
Love love love
Love love love
Love love love