I have just stepped into my house. Well for those who didn't know (all) I was in Delhi for the past couple of days, for a wedding. I never thought I'd say this for anything remotely close to Delhi, but the wedding was Awesome! It was way more fun than I had imagined it to be. And although I was initially reluctant to go for it (my bestie's birthday was on the same day as the wedding- 9th February, she hates me now), I am glad I did not ditch it last minute!
It was COLD, (" What!!! It's not cold at all!" As someone from Delhi would think, but I am from Mumbai, and anything beneath the normal temperature where you need a jacket is cold for us)
And it was Awesome.
I had to wear a Backless blouse (My sister had warned me against making any alterations to it, no matter how tiny they were). I told her, "Dude, it's cold, and it's Delhi, I don't want people staring lamely". To which she said, "Dude, you are in a wedding, in Delhi, you might as well be the most dressed person in there."
She was right.
My Jiju is from Germany, so he had a lot of German friends. Now, THEY were hilarious! No, they did not have a good sense of humour, they were enough to cause a laugh riot by themselves. If it was a stand up comedy act, all they had to do was to go up there and stand, and they'd take the prize with them. Although they were sweet, and completely awe-struck by each and every ritual (they took pictures of everything, and when I say Everything you believe me!), they had put together, in every bit of sense, a complete 'What-were-you-thinking?' ensemble.
Picture this - German woman, weird looking lehenga , a Jacket and boots. That's damn right. And given that it rained that day, there was mud all over her black boots making her look like a Brinjal rolled in mud. The guys were decently dressed on Sherwanis (and Boots, to kill the mood) yet, nothing stood out as much as the woman wearing a lehenga, jacket, boots, weird bangles, who walked around lifting her lehenga higher than the knees, all the while. Now, you know what I meant when I said, hilarious.
Anyway, everyone from the guy's side was very nice! And I loved the father of the groom! He was sweetest, fun loving old man, I have met off late, and he got totally gambolled in my name! It took him a long long while to remember Avanika, so he just settled with Chinu! (Yes, that's my ridiculously humiliating nick name. Thank the fact that my hindi rashi is Pisces. Although, you all must know, I am a TRUE Virgo.)
Anyway.
But the Best part of the wedding has to be the 'joote churai' rasm.
Now, right before the feras, the younger brother of the Groom, came over to me and in every bit, Challenged me.
Here's how the conversation went:
Ankur- I am assuming you will be stealing the shoes then.
Me (With the most confident look on my face)- Absolutely.
Ankur- Confident? Or over confident?
Me- Confident.
Ankur- Well, good luck then.
Me- Oh, you need it more than I do.
And obviously, the moment he turned around and walked away, first thing I did was turn to my cousin and say, "Oh crap! Now if we don't find the shoes, it's gonna be so fucking humiliating! :D
At the time of the feras, I think everybody was more interested in the shoes than in the feras. When I finally got hold of the shoes (that were hidden beneath a stack of mattresses and blankets, with a kid sitting on top of it all), the father of the groom(the cute fun loving old man!) yelled, "Arrey! She has got the shoes!! Catch her!!" to the amazement of the pandit, the bride and his Son.
Rofl.
Next thing I knew, I had a parade of groom's bothers running behind me for the shoes. They couldn't catch up with me. Of course. *flicks collar up*
I threw one of the shoes in the direction of the other salis and there's a stampede. Four girls snatching it away like a piece of meat that is thrown right in the centre of four hungry lionesses. (the german guys taking a million pictures of the same, NOT very graceful, it was)I ran with the other in the opposite direction. Wore it, and sat snuggled up in a stack of blankets in a way that nobody could as much as touch me after that.
And then came the 'taking the reward' part where Ankit (groom) almost ritually began with a hundred bucks (some of us went rofl outright while some in the head) and ended up paying a BOMB.
Let's just say, we came back home Rich. Muhahahaha.
:D
Now, obviously, even if we hadn't managed to find the shoes, we would have got back home rich. Pretty girls in saree with a sad face won't melt everyone's heart- You think!! :D
Of course, the groom's brother was taken aback. I smiled at him smugly and all that he could manage to say was "Good confidence".
To which I replied, "Thank you. Hmph" and walked away.
:D
The bitch that I am.
And then, the usual worst part- Bidai. I am not taking about that.
All in all a great wedding! I am missing Kaushik uncle (groom's father) already! I wish I would have been a little nicer to Ankur(Groom's borther).Mini and Ankit (bride and groom) make one hell of a pair and I got to meet my sister! Yaay!
P.S. I was hoping a bitch-fight breaks out, but it didn't. Next wedding maybe.
It was COLD, (" What!!! It's not cold at all!" As someone from Delhi would think, but I am from Mumbai, and anything beneath the normal temperature where you need a jacket is cold for us)
And it was Awesome.
I had to wear a Backless blouse (My sister had warned me against making any alterations to it, no matter how tiny they were). I told her, "Dude, it's cold, and it's Delhi, I don't want people staring lamely". To which she said, "Dude, you are in a wedding, in Delhi, you might as well be the most dressed person in there."
She was right.
My Jiju is from Germany, so he had a lot of German friends. Now, THEY were hilarious! No, they did not have a good sense of humour, they were enough to cause a laugh riot by themselves. If it was a stand up comedy act, all they had to do was to go up there and stand, and they'd take the prize with them. Although they were sweet, and completely awe-struck by each and every ritual (they took pictures of everything, and when I say Everything you believe me!), they had put together, in every bit of sense, a complete 'What-were-you-thinking?' ensemble.
Picture this - German woman, weird looking lehenga , a Jacket and boots. That's damn right. And given that it rained that day, there was mud all over her black boots making her look like a Brinjal rolled in mud. The guys were decently dressed on Sherwanis (and Boots, to kill the mood) yet, nothing stood out as much as the woman wearing a lehenga, jacket, boots, weird bangles, who walked around lifting her lehenga higher than the knees, all the while. Now, you know what I meant when I said, hilarious.
Anyway, everyone from the guy's side was very nice! And I loved the father of the groom! He was sweetest, fun loving old man, I have met off late, and he got totally gambolled in my name! It took him a long long while to remember Avanika, so he just settled with Chinu! (Yes, that's my ridiculously humiliating nick name. Thank the fact that my hindi rashi is Pisces. Although, you all must know, I am a TRUE Virgo.)
Anyway.
But the Best part of the wedding has to be the 'joote churai' rasm.
Now, right before the feras, the younger brother of the Groom, came over to me and in every bit, Challenged me.
Here's how the conversation went:
Ankur- I am assuming you will be stealing the shoes then.
Me (With the most confident look on my face)- Absolutely.
Ankur- Confident? Or over confident?
Me- Confident.
Ankur- Well, good luck then.
Me- Oh, you need it more than I do.
And obviously, the moment he turned around and walked away, first thing I did was turn to my cousin and say, "Oh crap! Now if we don't find the shoes, it's gonna be so fucking humiliating! :D
At the time of the feras, I think everybody was more interested in the shoes than in the feras. When I finally got hold of the shoes (that were hidden beneath a stack of mattresses and blankets, with a kid sitting on top of it all), the father of the groom(the cute fun loving old man!) yelled, "Arrey! She has got the shoes!! Catch her!!" to the amazement of the pandit, the bride and his Son.
Rofl.
Next thing I knew, I had a parade of groom's bothers running behind me for the shoes. They couldn't catch up with me. Of course. *flicks collar up*
I threw one of the shoes in the direction of the other salis and there's a stampede. Four girls snatching it away like a piece of meat that is thrown right in the centre of four hungry lionesses. (the german guys taking a million pictures of the same, NOT very graceful, it was)I ran with the other in the opposite direction. Wore it, and sat snuggled up in a stack of blankets in a way that nobody could as much as touch me after that.
And then came the 'taking the reward' part where Ankit (groom) almost ritually began with a hundred bucks (some of us went rofl outright while some in the head) and ended up paying a BOMB.
Let's just say, we came back home Rich. Muhahahaha.
:D
Now, obviously, even if we hadn't managed to find the shoes, we would have got back home rich. Pretty girls in saree with a sad face won't melt everyone's heart- You think!! :D
Of course, the groom's brother was taken aback. I smiled at him smugly and all that he could manage to say was "Good confidence".
To which I replied, "Thank you. Hmph" and walked away.
:D
The bitch that I am.
And then, the usual worst part- Bidai. I am not taking about that.
All in all a great wedding! I am missing Kaushik uncle (groom's father) already! I wish I would have been a little nicer to Ankur(Groom's borther).Mini and Ankit (bride and groom) make one hell of a pair and I got to meet my sister! Yaay!
P.S. I was hoping a bitch-fight breaks out, but it didn't. Next wedding maybe.
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