Mission Accomplished

Mission Accomplished:

Yeah, back. Had an awesome Diwali i.e. Mission almost Impossible a success. Was finished in record time too, 1 hour 45 minutes to be approximately precise (I don’t really care whether it is a valid oxymoron, this is my blog).

Starting from the beginning, I woke up, at ten ;). After the usual censure, I began writing and chatting. Then, took a bath, helped a bit in decoration, went to city center (yet again), returned and… and….. began getting ready for the puja.

“Mummmmmyyyyyyyyy!!! Are you coming or not?? You do want your sari to stay the same I hope!” yippee!! Mum walks in, all confident, that she will make me wear a sari. Her confidence is shattered in less than 3 minutes. I didn’t know how to tuck in my sari, and when she tried I couldn’t stop giggling. Hey, it is tough you know, and, it tickles a lot. So the tucking was done, much to my mom’s frustration, my brothers giggles and a combination of both for me!!! Pleats. They look oh so pretty. Satan’s creation they are. Stupid pleats, they take more than a human effort to be done, and make you look fatter if not done perfectly. After one such imperfect attempt, I was so disgusted that I couldn’t help comment that I looked 5 months pregnant. Even mom agreed, and laughed, although she is usually very prudish when I speak this way. (“Azel, badi ho rahi ho, theek se baat kiya karo.” Ya right, “prim and proper” and me!! ) Anyways, after a few (few is relative!! Always relative!!)such luckless labors we settled for the ones which were so untidy that they made me slimmer. :) then the palla was done, that didn’t take much time. I practice it often with a dupatta, when I am in my self-absorbed moods and pose in front of my mirror. I actually wore it in a pseudo-bengali style. Nobody knew how it’s authentically done. So I stuck to my innovation. The look was completed with dramatic eyes. I read this phrase in cosmopolitan, looks nice and fashionable, so I used it. Black eyeliner, lots of kajal, nude lipstick completed the attire. Then mom’s traditional pearl set. Yeah, I had to wear jewelery, “Diwali hai beta, aaj toh pehen lo kam se kam.”

After all the sweat , my brother thinks that I am looking like a bengali banshee. Well, from my past experiences it is a sin for brothers to compliment you. So I took it even without a pinch of salt. I made a deal with him, you do my photo shoot, I do yours. (Although it sounded something like the famous Godfather dialogue, “You take care of me, I take care of you. You don’t take care of me. I take care of you.”) Aah, finally, the much awaited photo session begins. I posed, and posed and posed. In front of the maroon satin curtain, a back pose showing of my back :P, a pose where my hair framed my face like a halo… he he, I always wanted to describe myself that way…, a few dance poses, a pose with my head covered and well, a lot more.

Then we had our puja, went to a relatives place, burst crackers, ate our dinner and slept.

My Diwali was successful. At the cost of being repetitive I looked good. Mission almost Impossible was accomplished and in style. If I weren’t straight, I would have really turned me on yesterday. Anyways, now I am just waiting for my photos to be uploaded. Then I’ll spend some quality time gaping at me, and thank God for bestowing so much beauty on this Earth.

Acknowledgements:

# Thank you Mummy for bearing with me, trusting me with your sari and jewelery, for living with me 24x7, for loving me sooooooo much. Arre why am I getting so senti!!

# Thank you Shanky for being my permanent photographer.

# Thank you chachi for the beautiful rangoli you made, beside which I posed. :D

# Thank you Pali, for looking so cute.

# Thank you everyone else, because I don’t want to be rude.

Happy Diwali to all of you!!