My Friend’s Big Fake Wedding

Sometimes you crave for a wedding just for the sake of it, just for experiencing being the the attention that you don’t get otherwise. To enjoy the music, dancing, fun and frolic…..Here, is a chat convo between a friend and I:

Stupidddd headache~ says:

throw me a wedding

Stupidddd headache~ says:

even if there is no groom

 `© says:

wah kiya idea hai

 `© says:

eik achee jaga dinner na kar lain?

Stupidddd headache~ says:

wot abt the joraa

Stupidddd headache~ says:

Me wearing Izzi like ballgown (grey’s anatomy)?

 `© says:

hmmm she was going to show it to someone

Stupidddd headache~ says:

i ll show it to myself

Stupidddd headache~ says:

and invite all my friends

Stupidddd headache~ says:

and bring me good presents

Stupidddd headache~ says:

single life walaee

Stupidddd headache~ says:

no sewing machine

 `© says:

soo

Stupidddd headache~ says:

u can call it “My Friend’s Big Fake Wedding”

 `© says:

lol

 `© says:

 cute

 `© says:

we can have flowers too

Stupidddd headache~ says:

ya no shadi wale garlands

Stupidddd headache~ says:

tulips

Stupidddd headache~ says:

long stemmed roses

 `© says:

hokay

 `© says:

and no baratees?

Stupidddd headache~ says:

na

Stupidddd headache~ says:

Only friends

Stupidddd headache~ says:

no relatives

Stupidddd headache~ says:

or baratees can come in a big car with dhool, sans the groom

 `© says:

yea

 `© says:

singing too?

Stupidddd headache~ says:

sure

Stupidddd headache~ says:

DJ

Stupidddd headache~ says:

dance floor

Stupidddd headache~ says:

and no free-wedding-night-advice

Stupidddd headache~ says:

HA

 `© says:

free-wedding-night-advice hain

 

Stupidddd headache~ says:

from people

 `© says:

oh

 `© says:

jab groom he nae tu faida kiya

Stupidddd headache~ says:

wohi tou kahing

Stupidddd headache~ says:

kae none of that funda

Stupidddd headache~ says:

just fun and frolic

Stupidddd headache~ says:

no VIP treatment for bartaees or relatives

Stupidddd headache~ says:

grab a seat n sit anywhere

Happiness Overload

 

The bd, rather the D-day went well (last year’s was great too). Friends make it worthwhile, by remembering, wishing and planning activities, though the date was kept a hush hush. Still, many remembered, more from afar than anywhere else. Those who didn’t, I rubbed it in their face like an evil entity. There was a delicious chocolate cake on which I binged all day, finished the last slice yesterday. There were pink glass bangles that I searched for in the market specially and wore them that day. There was a weekend birthday dinner with surprise guests, so overall, the getting-older-depression is lurking around me, waiting for the chance to grab, and I am trying to fight back.  

Age is Just a Number~ For Him, Not for You~

The sluggishness and failure to update the blog doesn’t mean that there is nothing to blog about. On the contrary, there is aplenty – insecurities if life in general and a bleaker scenario at work. Life seems to be going somewhere, somehow, as silently as the earth revolves around its axis. And one feels the pain, the disappointments, the ecstasy (no matter how short-lived), the frustrations, the futilities. A life time is lived in each breath, in each moment. And yet life probably is bent on shattering all your illusions. Everyday, the moment you roll of your bed, reality’s rude and cold slap stings you across the face; and every night you lay your head on the bed, life’s bareness starts gnawing your already defeated senses and sensibilities. We try to hang on to whatever we can. We tell ourselves that age is just a number, and yet when the bd day approaches every year, we recoil in fear, count the years on our fingers and the milestones we have achieved. And panic sets in. This happened with my friend, whose birthday we recently ended up celebrating despite the pledge not to celebrate. After work, we went to the mall, exchanged the gift I bought for her (the fabric was irritating her skin), had a lasagna, drowned it with some glorified  gola ganda and then we headed home. In the dark and dingy bus, she shook my hand and said: “thank you for making me feel better!” And I said to myself: “No problem, you would do the same when my big day would come.” Yup folks…age is a number. The real age, the professed age, the mental age, the physical age, the emotional age or maturity, all become a blur…. Especially when the shop keepers, the cabbies, the bus conductors, the customers treat you as a college girl. “Where do you study?” They ask, and I tempted to tell: “I am not a student, I am not even a teacher, I am teacher educator.” So that I might be taken more seriously, but I don’t! I let some notions prevail, unlike the annoyance of yester years, when i used to think that i was not being taken seriously enough  And then when i receive proposals of a man 20 years senior than me, again…it makes me wonder about the irony of life and whether age is a number or a black hole. My two botched yup engagements make me a problematic case, but his track record of multiple live-in foreign girl friends and his near fifty status don’t count anywhere, he is a man, so he is a catch still! As my partner in crime aptly comments: “When we touch the big years, people assume that anything that comes our way, we should be grateful for that.” Our society is strange.