If you are wondering what a plate thiruppi is, I must tell you that it is me I am describing. After having cribbed to the high heavens about hating having a traditional wedding, I took my self along with Anu to look for ‘Madisaar’ podavais. Except that you have to call it Nine Yards in our shops. Maybe the shop keepers think I am asking for Pazham Saar in this hot weather. But that little joke does nothing to brighten their very sour looking faces.
When you have someone like A, procrastination that seems to multiply like WBCs in my body decides to take a hike and we get all cracking very early in life. This is in sharp contrast to my letting things pile up till the very end and then doing one dramatic treasure hunt type of finish for most things I am supposed to be taking care of. So anyway, since the able A is in charge of driving me, we got ourselves to the shops before 10 AM which itself is an feat especially if it involves me. My poor boss has never managed to make me get to office that early. But the temptations of a saree shop and the office are not to be compared in the same breath. Or in the same lifetime.
So why the bulti.. well.. I maintained that I am not very thrilled about the proceedings because I cant act out my recurring dream of getting married ‘alaipayuthey’ style. The main reason we cant is because that is a wedding that took place like that due to objecting parents and in my case no one has ever objected to my seeing, dating, marrying anyone. So traditional it shall be.
After I decided I liked the saree, we draped it over me and the girl inside started feeling quite excited. Something beautiful about sarees and the way light falls on your head like stardust when you drape it around yourself in front of the mirror in that ‘mitham‘ in Sundari Silks.
The magic lasted only for the time I stood there oblivious to the rest of the world feeling blessed about the stardust. But like Amitabh superficially announces in that Raymond add, Life is full of Moments. Hah.. That cracked me up. I never realised what the deal is with Amitabh who resembled my apartment ex-watchman. And of course he has Ash for a daughter-in-law. What a bore.
Since anything I do has to have some fiasco, I left my heavy purse at home. So we looked for sarees ( we were anyway not allowed to buy because it was an inauspicious day) feeling quite naked. So that is the first of our wedding shopping escapades. Ciao ladies.
If any of you know where you can get a good selection of Madisaarus (ok, nine yards) please drop a line here.
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