What is the change that you hate the most? And love the most?
Well, I hate… the fact that everyone considers you public property- you completely lose your privacy. You sneeze and the whole extended family knows. Part of it is owing to you being the fascinating new entity and all the interest you generate but sometimes, I would just like to be left alone, if you know what I’m saying.
I love… the independence. Even though Mr. Specs isn’t here, I get to do what I want, wear what I prefer and go where I please at whatever time and no one will point at me because now I’m married. The logic defeats me but hey, it works!
Aapa asked do you feel you can be just as open in the new family as you were back home??
Somehow, the two question marks at the end of this question make me think I have no two options as an answer 😉
Jokes aside… of course not. You can’t sleep at odd timings; you can’t skip dinner if you don’t feel like eating… the list goes on. None of this, of course, has anything to do with them being nice or not, for AlHamduLillah, mine are really nice- its just that there’s a certain decorum and formality that’s always in place so you can’t really do that. And if you’re not really open about the day-to-day stuff, the rest is kind of moot. I’m finding it out the hard way- its best not to have an opinion on anything when at the in-laws.
Nandini asked so do you recommend shaadi for all of us unmarried ones? That is my question…
Yes. The pun. I know.
I would, however, highly recommend eloping. Unless you enjoy getting poked and prodded by hordes of aunties and being photographed by random strangers you don’t know and the ensuing family politics drama. Waisey, you could use the situations that arise in some of your screen plays 😉
My Mehndi… ahhh… I didn’t come to it 😀 I hear it was nice. Everyone had fun and my sisters chose the sound tracks and they had some dances… I hear there were 16 or so. I was working till 9:00 that day so they started by 8:00 since I was going to be late.
Here’s the twist… I didn’t feel like the loud music and the attention so I went to the gym. When I came back home around 11:00 pm, the party was packing up because dinner had been served. Haha. I was wearing pants and my mum made me change to this silky shiny yellow gharara even though there were only my cousins left by then… oh and yes, I hate too much attention and noise and parties where there are relatives. Oh wait. That was obvious. LOL. But there was no ubtan or mehndi being stuck on my hands except near the end of the function because I had told them I had office the next day so I wasn’t staying up all night trying to take care of the mess.
I’m such a spoil sport. I know!