Not again! You might say, but this is a real life incident which happened and I think it was really amusing, so I wanted to share it.
"Men are from mars and women from Venus"
Some wise men have very aptly distinguished between the thought processes of male and female mind. Although being aware of these statements and theories, I had another “inner” voice which kept on reminding me that such statements are by Hippocrates, and none of the examples cited can be generalized, so as to applicable to the entire male or female sect.
So, then, there was this major party for which my sis. decided to do some designing of her outfit. Nothing wrong with that, although she shouldn’t expect to be driven around and mollycoddled, in her pursuits. Now otherwise, she loves to rally about on the agenda of womens equality and liberation in India, and usually I appreciate her viewpoint, cause she’s very sensible and correct. Despite all this, she is so terribly dependent on others, or is she simply too lazy, or busy? (She hasn’t yet got her driving license, despite celebrating her b’day for a ‘more than sufficient’ number of times).
My mommy dearest. She actively supported the idea of my sis designing, and so she offered all the expert advice ( and of course, she knew of a certain tailor, from whom she gets lots of her own dresses made), and encouragement.
So, the process of procuring the raw materials, starts from something like a month before the scheduled date of the party. The only glitch, that despite their creativity and experience as a combo, none of them could even drive up till the market to get the things required. So they schedule their activities for the weekends, and rope in either me, dad, or the driver to actually actuate the part of the process. 🙂 . Wow ! . A month prior to the due date. Seems like a big project.
[weekend 1 – no details]
Somehow, and not very clear to me, they manage to get hold of some cloth which my sis thinks is apt for her dress, and they give the cloth and the specifications to the tailor. My otherwise extremely preoccupied sis actually manages to go to the tailor and very patiently explain to him on what she wants. Every single detail is discussed on, and finally, the tailor starts to make the dress, and all of us(at least, me) wait in anticipation of some magical creation by my sister.
An oversight by my sis : the ‘dupatta’ (stole) for the ‘salwar kameez’ (an Indian traditional attire for young women). Who bought that . Apparently nobody .
[weekend 2 – karol bagh]
They have the specs (design and color). And they are at the mecca of fashion world, thanks to the driver who could not help but drive them. Despite being there for an entire day, they come back empty handed. “Nothing interesting was available” claims my sis. This dress of hers is going to be immaculate, I wonder.
[week + weekend 3 – at the tailor’s]
“The dress is brought back home from tailor by either mom or dad or someone and is scrutinized by sis. She cannot afford to go to the tailor’s . She is way too busy. There are some modifications, respecify and re-send to the tailor.”
Reapeat the same for n number of times.
Although my dad claims, that he’s gone to the tailor for 6 times and the maid for another 6 and mom for 6 more,(18 : SOME ERROR! exaggeration perhaps!!) I can safely assume, that totally, they’ve made 6 trips. So n is equal to 6.
Still, 6 iterations. This has gotta be big! I wonder.
[weekend 4 – gurgaon + the tailor]
There’s no sign of duppata yet. Sis is freaking out.The party is tommorrow, and after a lot of cajoling and convincing, I am the one who’s supposed to take my mom and sis to yet another market from where they can possibly get the thing. (Another note: my sis needs mom’s assistance even for buying clothes. I just realized that and can’t help but smile abt. blasting a college friend for being like that). Anyways, since it’s a weekend, and it’s like a wholesale market, it was bound to be crowded, and I get the shivers, thinking of driving into that wild rush.
So I drive them to a point adequately close to the dupatta shop, and ask them to go by a rickshaw, and offered to wait for them till they come back. With some luck, or forced by circumstances, my sis actually picks and buys one dupatta, gets it dyed to the shade required, and we head back home.
That holy creation that involved so many people’s effort and hard work.(my sis , mom, dad, maid, me, tailor, dupatta guy) . This was a big undertaking. I request for a preview, before dinner, and my sis obliges by wearing the new dress and the entire outfit. accessories et all.
“ewww….. what a color” was the first thought that came to my mind. It wasn’t all that bad, but it somehow, didn’t suit my sis’s complexion. “Bad choice of cloth” was my dad’s opinion. Anyways, mom stopped us from commenting, and I guess I really shouldn’t have, it was such a hard work, and I should have considered the efforts put in by my sis before opening my big mouth.
Well somehow, mommy convinced my sis, it’s good and we all decide to get dressed or dinner. I was damn hungry after that trip to gurgaon. What a rush!!!
All of us were heading for dinner when my sis comes downstairs laughing like crazy. I knew exactly what might have happened. She was so pissed just moments ago by my comments.
“Well….”” she said,
“As I was was getting out of the salwar kameez, it was kind of tight ad this one place, and in my effort, to get it off, it got damaged”.
Mom was stunned . Silence, the eerie kind, all around. Later, I broke into a chuckle. Dad laughed out loud, and mom goes hyperactive in suggesting ways to fix the damaged part.
Well all that, after a month of hard work. My sis still doesn’t have a dress to wear, and the party’s tommorrow evening.