– I got back a few days ago, but I’ve been so reluctant to write. The thought of logging in to WP and typing out a post seems painful. For that matter, everything seems painful these days. Being back at home, doing the dishes, doing the usual work, the thought of unpacking., just about anything. I want to do nothing at all. I got too spoilt while mom was here. Damn, I miss her already. And the house is too chaotic even by my standards now. I have laundry to do, mess to clear up and a routine to get back to. I feel so disoriented right now, it isn’t funny. I wish there was a way I could get rid of the clutter crowding my home and my mind. I suppose I need a little while to get back in tune with my surrounding.
– My trip was great. We had tons of fun. I realised my aunt’s house is bigger than a mansion. I’ve seen a lot of big houses in the US, but this one beats them all. And not only is it big, it is also so tastefully done. For a moment, I was envious and wanted to own a place like that, full of luxuries. Her bathrooms are bigger than my bedroom, she has a Jacuzzi and a TV right next to her bathtub, her basement has a very big and upscale bar, with high stools, stocked with at least 30 different kinds of alcohol, her party room has a capacity of 200 people. The house is so huge, they use the intercom to make announcements and ask everybody to come and gather at the dining table. At first I was envious, but soon I began to find it all a little crazy. I am not sure I would want to be a part of such excessive lavishness. Maybe it is my Mumbai mentality speaking, but if the house is so huge, so palatial, it doesn’t feel like home to me. I am too used to small to mid sized flats and apartment. Perhaps that is why I love my cosy 1 bhk with our own little backyard. I think it is perfect for the two of us.
– The wedding was wonderful. My mom’s sister married out of caste herself. She is married into a Sindhi family. Her daughter who got married, married a guy whose father is Gujrati and mother is American. So the wedding was a medley of cultures and rituals. The Sindhis sang their own wedding songs, the Gujratis played Garba, and the Amerians added their own flavour. The wedding was a traditional Indian one, but it had western concepts like bridesmaids, flower girls, etc. I would say it was a beautiful blend of beliefs. We ate, drank, danced and had a terrific time.
– I got to spend some time with my cousins this time, and we had some lengthy conversations. One thing we discussed was the confusion American born children of Indian origin go through. They told me they felt like they lived with one leg in the Indian culture and the other leg in the Western/ American culture. A lot of times their values clashed. Their parents wouldn’t be too pleased with the thought of their kids dating or getting married to a Non Indian, which my cousins thought was very unfair. The parents made the choice to move to the US, raise kids in this environment, wherein they interact mainly with Americans, and then they’re expected to marry only Indians when the time comes. It made me think. All of you living in the US, would you be okay with your children marrying Americans?
– The weather in Chicago was hot, bright and sunny. I realised how deprived I am of such weather. It allows me to wear whatever I want. I was planning to wear a red and black, one piece dress I had carried with me. For the record, I rarely wear shorts, skirts and dresses. I am too conscious of exposing my legs, even if they are barely seen. I think I look too thin. This time I had convinced myself I would wear that dress, but on the last minute, I chickened out and wore my same old pair of jeans. I don’t know when I will be comfortable enough to wear a dress. Sigh.
– I came back with quite a few goodies. For starters, I bought myself a pair of shoes. They look more like boots and I love them. Other than that, my mom and aunt who are travelling back to India weighed their luggage and realised they had exceeded their allowance limit. So all the stuff they had bought but couldn’t carry back was given to me. I also robbed a bottle of homemade carrot pickle from my other aunt. It’s my absolute favourite. I feel rich.
Pictures, of course.
My outfits first.
I took pics of myself in the mirror. I don’t think I have any other full length pics. And yeah, do not ask me why I’ve used the flash here. I really don’t know.
I wore this for the Sangeet. It was a semi casual evening, full of music and dance.
And this one I wore for the puja at home. I realised I didn’t have the churidar or dupatta to go with this one. So I just pulled out a pale gold stole and wore my black leggings. Not sure if I look weird.
The sari for the ceremony. It was a plain blue georgette sari and I spiced it up by wearing it with a silver halter blouse.
The back of the blouse. I like this the most. Isn’t it neat?
Fresh mehendi on my palm
People dancing. Good times.
Glimpses of the ceremony.