Z a L a k O S
H o w I S e e M y D a y ...
So the day is finally here when my special guests would be seen around lurking in the most bizarre avatars I can ever see them in. After all, weddings are the eves when you see people of both the genders intermingling to challenge each other to dance together without the occasional judgments and Haw Hayes'. And there, look at Sara she is even more excited than the bride and the groom; I wonder if she had been planning her whole life after this wedding. I actually saw her with the same enthusiasm last year at Asher's wedding; choreographing dances, color-coordinating kurtas and duppattas and the traditional gajjras. She made sure she got the most photos taken and had an air of dominance over me. I naturally took the silent corner not wanting her animosity for stealing her lime-light.
There is my poor mom, and her sister and a cousin prowling around with their panicky selves. Obviously ordering waiters, greeting the incoming flux of friends and distant family members, stumbling on their way by the little kids, telling and re-telling the photographer to do his work sanely, the food arrangements and what not; all the while looking like a mopped mess and sweating like one does in an examination one knows nothing about. These people deserve a guard of honors for their hard work.
"I don't know what to do my whole brain is crying..." My mom yelled after hearing the phone call informing about the arrival of the barat. Ha poor she, I sighed.
There in the corner I spot Kashaf Murtaza who was probably dragged by her mother to come to the wedding. She sat there with indifferent eyes oblivious to everything around. And then occasionally played with her cell phone or perhaps texted someone or perhaps perhaps was Facebooking; waise I doubt her being so social. Ha the wedding must be a sheer tedium for her. I can truly understand her state of mind at the moment. She eventually recalled bringing her mischievous twins who were roaming about everywhere with Khirad's Hareem.
Kids are the most annoying thing about a wedding. You see them flocking around jumping on the stage, stomping over peoples feet, breaking vases, playing hide and seek under the tables, licking cream off the desserts, tangling themselves with the wires of the fiery lights, taking a drag ride on the brides dress, screaming, shouting in ecstatic trances and the list is so damn endless. The only cute kids are the ones secure in their mother's laps; still to evolve into a nasty thing from a toddler and an infant. Those ones are high on demand-I think- acceptable and bearable.
Oh that annoying gawker-Khizer is also around. I think I told them to black list him. Not a wedding spared where you wont find him gaping all around blatantly. With his eyes fixed upon every woman in the wedding he has this amazing knack of escaping the eyes of the over-protective brothers and fathers, even husbands. But not for long; I know he will eventually be kicked out of the wedding for his audacity. I wonder if he has kids or a wife who sits back home watching Bulbuly knowing not about her husband's whereabouts.
The food opens with the breath catching aroma of Seikh Kebabs and Tikkays and Kormas and Biryanis. And the special lot attending the wedding or the sole purpose of having food drift towards the food with a remarkable speed. Their eyes are constantly locked on the table and on waiters trying to gauge when the food will be served. The foodies hypnotically fantasizes about all the food in the world whilst the fat aunt of the bride chatters about the larkay waala's zameens in D I Khan.
"Oh I expected better..." Comes the hasty reply through the mouths full of Firni and chocolate muse combined, when the food doesn't meet their chuck. While on the other side relatives tend to grab waiters to order them to pack some stuff for them to take home for the next two days- don't gape like that- we all know ye hota hai
And not to forget the crazy Rishtay Wali aunty who is scrutinizing every sane girl available; extracting information about some offering others.
Oh Finally Asmara and Mariam come gossiping into my ears,
"He is finally here Falak..." Mariam whispered. As soon as the bride groom entered, and surprisingly for the two friends of mine he turns out to be a real catch and the wedding finally seems something out of the stories, Asmara and Mariam take to a silent corner becoming the green-eyed monsters. Asmara secretly sulks where Mariam is reminded of her own singleness somewhere she also keeps wondering about the cost of the bride's dress. They finally drift back with their fake smiles plastered.
And alas here I am witnessing all this from the calm of my love-seat now occupied, actually also occupied by Mr. Zaroon groom Junaid. I am yet to register what he must be going through.
After all that's what a bride is supposed to do on her wedding day.😉
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I know this is some shit... Anyways leave your reviews behind!😆
Mariam ...if you remember Sana Javed who did that role in Sheher-e-Zaat.😳
And to acknowledge...It was greatly inspired by Humay's article in Tribune this month. I really adore her writings. It highlights Seven Kinds of People You see In weddings in Pakistan. I gave the seven different names and characters from different serials.Which one are you? I am the Kashaf Murtaza...always dragged!😆
comment:
p_commentcount