80-20

80 percent of all marriage costs are incurred because of 20 percent of the guests invited.

It's a fact.

Don't believe me? Here we go, Come a week early, camp at the 'shaadi ka ghar' get the shaadi party to book the ticket, get a couple of saris from either side, come back on a free ticket, attend a reception at a nice 3-s star hotel and finally before packing up

Hey, this sounds familiar... :-)

Weddings are fun!

~ Me

My Latest Woe

Is a guy from some random IIT who seems to be doing a PhD somewhere who wants to become a professor in an IIT...

Hmm... sounds good.

Should find him a nice girl.

Anyway, the one thing that hurts the most is the discussions my parents have in deciding when and how to display me to the parents.

Hmm...

That's it. If you know me, you can see the expression on my face.

~ Me

Sari Shoppin'

I realise I have deviated from the original mission of this blog. This is supposed to be an entertaining space. Not a place for me to talk about louve.

Anyway, these past few weeks, I have been going shaadi shopping with my parents every sunday. I assure you, it is a very traumatic experience...

I did not know we had this many relatives. Ok, I did know they all existed but I didn't know all (and I mean all, including my mom's cousins stepmother) of them need to be gifted saris.

So, anyway, there are all these grades of relatives. Some who deserve brocade-gold zari-fine silk saris (description sounds more dramatic than pattu sari hence the usage) Some who deserve the silk but not the gold. Some to whom gifting brocade might seem inappropriate. Some who dont wear silk anymore because they're 'old'. One or two who we are not sure deserve saris but can't miss out because their cousins might be getting one. And many we're trying to mend relations with by gifting pretty saris to. After all, they're the ones who need to help fix up my marriage...

Now, here starts the fun part. How much do we spend on a single sari? Where do we buy them? What is the complexion of the lady in question? Should the ladiej get a choice? Should all saris of a certain grade be spread out in front of all those women and should they be given a chance to pick?
We're not sure. After all, what if X picks the sari that would look good on Y? What if the dark colours are done in the end and a dark lady is left with a yellow sari? Good God!

It has led to many a heated discussion at home. Mostly ending with my parents pouncing on my anti-social (would love to know what they classify a terrorist as) traits when I suggest we drop this whole sari business alltogether...

Anyhow. Tomorrow will be a better day. Because tomorrow, we're going to buy a sari for me.... And Heaven take pity on us because even our neighbours know by now that the three of us cannot agree on even a common toothpaste...

More entertainment tomorrow.

Luv
Me

Indistinguishable

That's what all those matches that they keep contemplating are. By 'they' I mean, of course, not only my parents but also a whole buch of nosey relatives.

There's the scene in Kal Ho Na Ho where Naina's dadi gets all these matches in the mail and says, "Kitne change munde hain teeno ke teenon" and Naina gets worked up and says, "Teen? Sab ek hi toh lagte hain!!!"

Ejjactly my opinion. The IIT's change, the Phamily's location changes, the MS ka university changes... But they're all the same. Same as everyone else. Same as me, same as you, same as the entire world.

Someone's Waiting

Someone's been waiting for me to change the tone of my writing from 'waiting' to 'found at last'...

Someone who seems to really like me (I do not use dreaded four letter words).

Someone I find cheerful, interesting, funny and smart.

And someone who's watch always runs 20 minutes late.

Someone who drove 23km to surprise me and to cheer me up...

Someone who I don't think is a dus bata dus, and definitely not a relative of the feviquik family(you know, sticks permanently, and sticks fast)

And someone who seems to understand the concept of time and space...

Yes, they're all the same person.

But I am still not in the right frame of heart or mind. I'm in an uncharacteristically selfish phase right now. All I can think of is me and myself alone.

Can't imagine a concept such as giving, listening and trusting. I rip people apart, those who annoy me. And prefer to keep people away. Turned down enough people already. And am in the process of turning down some more...

But this guy, am not sure how he sneaked in avoiding all those obstacles I set. Not too far, no. But far enough to make me think. Enough to make me wonder what my brother would think of him. And enough to get my hopes up again. Some of that cynicism seems to be wearing off... And that's a brilliant sign as far as I'm concerned.

Don't know. All avenues still open, including the part where I run away to haridwar and sing bhajans in temples. And that particular one seems the most interesting so far...