Saritorial @ Demure Drapes.... Shivanis sari~story unwinds कुछ इस तरह़़़़..... Saris are like Matryoshka dolls, storing memories within memories - of laughs and compliments, festivals and good times, special occasions and special days. So many stories. Which one to tell? Which sari to pick? I finally choose a classic kanjivaram - Sea green, with a border-pallu of deep maroon and zari-gold and a dash of contrasting orange...this 6 yards of silk is a tiny piece of important honeymoon history. The honeymoon with my Mother-in-Law, that is. In those early, ethereal, rose tinted weeks my mil believed she had gained the perfect, quintessential daughter and I wholeheartedly trusted the mumbo-jumbo makeover myth about the adorable new age mother-in-law! Think Bhagyashree and Reema Lagoo. The occasion was picture perfect Barjatiya! There was to be a big housewarming/ladies lunch/hawan event hosted by my mils all time BFF. Everyone in their ginormous circle of common friends, neighbors and acquaintances was invited. It was a god gifted opportunity for my mil to outdoor her brand new bahu. Needless to say, at 22 years of age, starry eyed and bolIywoodistic, I was immensely enthusiastic and eager to please. Well, my armed forces upbringing had prepared me to trek, swim, ride, fish, waltz, shoot, discuss geopolitics and even sneak a beer or cigarette now and then. All this training was useless, however, when faced with a mini army of hawk-eyed, traditionalist, pure veg, hardcore aunties from the U.P. heartland. What the heck! My new mom would help me figure it out! So there I was, on a fabulously sunny, crisp February morning - hair pulled back in a low, thousand pinned bun, face smothered in foundation, a giant artsy bindi plastered on my small forehead, draped in a resplendent kanjivaram and decked in my nanis intricately crafted, timeless gold & feroza set...for luck. The day consisted of much nodding and smiling, being hugged, having my cheeks pinched, ears pulled and jewelry examined. And the pairi-pauna - which I performed perfectly with warmth & gusto, countless times with boundless, puppy-like affection! In retrospect, my hair & make up were scandalously wrong. And that stupid bindi made my nose look fatter than usual. The aunties overlooked the obvious flaws. I passed something much more crucial - The 5C Diamond-Standard-Test for dils - Complexion, Clothes, Conduct, Congeniality and Compliance. What a win-win scenario! My mil beamed & glowed. She declared the day a glorious success. I was a hit and her name was gold amongst her envious clan! Time flew. My mil un-Lagoo-fied rapidly. I de-Bhagyashreed. The honeymoon ended. Inevitably. But this gorgeous kanjivaram is witness that, though fleeting, the Barjatiya style saas-bahu Jodi was super-hit for a day. 👍👍👌👌👏👏
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 00:53:26 +0000
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