i am pretty set in my routine... eat, study, sleep... the places i visit and the people i see also revolve around it... the library, the raddi-wala, various culinarily gifted friends and relatives... yesterday was a little different...
it was barbie's wedding reception... though he did not really invite me to the reception per se, what with my candid confessions, his bride thought the confusion cute and invited me over... probably curious about the genius i am... i went with a few 'mutual friends' from college days... it was good 'catching up'... they swore they hadn't seen me since i left the college... but it didn't matter.... i love the way i can catch up with them and have a conversation like we'd left off just that morning...
i love dressing up... ever since i was a kid... my aunt had a tough time keeping her make-up collection to herself... there was no nook or corner i wouldn't search and dab the stuff on... the problem was i didnt really know what went where and make-up is more scientific than science... and with my persisting chronic case of 'mis-assumptions' which go horribly wrong, harmless adventures did not end that way... like the time she cleaned me up all nice and good and warned me to be clean coz some friends of Uncle were visiting... i wanted to be such a good girl, i went in and dabbed on about half a bottle of the oily moisturizer all over my face and thought accenting my eyes would be a good idea and used mascara where eye-liner would've been better... well, if you're unable to keep up with the little make-up lingo that makes up my limited vocabulary, you're probably single... ;)... anyway, to cut a long story short, i got such a thrashing that day that i didn't venture into anything nearly make-up for a good twenty years...
where the hell is the story going... anyway, the friends pick me up, one of them a little miffed at my reluctance to walk even to the street end where they could pick me up... he was in a t-shirt and jeans... and i had half a mind to drape him in a similar 6meter saree , put him on 2-inch heels and ask him to prance along...(my explanation for the reluctant walk)... anyway, we reached the place... the happy couple smiled uncomfortably for the pictures for a full fifteen minutes before noticing our presence... so then, we had to go to the dais give our gifts, smile politely and all that... i got my into my usual, unimaginably nervous state under the glaring lights... the smile i'd practiced didnt hold up and i now look plainly petrified in the pictures for eternity... barbie looked constipated and menacing(i know it's a rare combo) as he thanked me cordially for coming... i could well understand... and was just glad for the abundance of people around me... his bride looked more comfortable, chatting away amiably in her shiny saree that i said looked like the Milky Way galaxy (and assured her it was purely a compliment just as she slipped into second thoughts about inviting me... i can't imagine how it could be anything else!!)... she complained that it weighed 5 kilos and she'd been standing in it for hours...and it wasn't even the first day... as she explained the whole itenirary of the wedding and receptions all over the country, i couldn't help but feel for the 'happy couple'... it's hard work getting married!!then, it was time for the foods... i slowly made my way through the stalls and had dinner mostly of ice-cream and rasmalai... we exchanged old stories, promised to meet up again... we probably were the last ones to leave... and only because the wedding party itself was leaving... and then i got dropped off at my house and crept up slowly to my house...
all in all, two more good friends cross over to the 'dark side'... certainly a remembrable day... :)
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