Moms and work : Inseparable much ?

Sooo, hi! :) Been quite long since I wrote and this time I decided to dedicate this to all the mom's ! :D

It was the month of may and Dad had come to India for vacations. And it was this rare day when the promise by Narendra Modi for 24 hours of water supply seemed to break. I mean, us din pani nahi aa raha tha. So we had to go fill the required water from some tank below in the building. So mom carried  one bucket and dad, one. They came home and kept the buckets in their respective places and got back to their routine. In like a day or two mom started getting pain in her back and knees. After 30, the bone density in women reduces ( horlicks ad.). So it was like a minor pain and hence mom ignored it thinking it would get alright. But later it got really painful and she had to consult a doctor. Had to go through X-rays and stuff and the doctor found out there was a swelling in some part of mom's back. "Some" part because I don't know what medical term the doctor used, to tell where the swelling was. It was pretty serious. And she was prescribed for a bed rest of 5 days. Like total bed rest. No work at all and you gotta lie down the whole time. Because if there was too much movement, the swelling could lead to a tear and something more serious. Plus the pain mom got in her knee. That we figured out later, that it was because of the 'Surya-namaskar'(yoga) she did in her Art of Living classes. There was a tear in a tissue at the back of her knee. All in all, mom was just in real pain and needed the much deserved rest!

Hence, me and Dad took up all the responsibilities to take care of mom and home. My sister would help, but not much, she's in 10th you know! Boardssss. She's gotta study. Hmm. And I had my preparatory leave for sem-end exams. It was like a month long leave. So I had enough time to help with the home chores. Not like I didn't have to study, but who studied the whole day!

It started from morning where we got up and made up the beds and the bedsheets perfect without any creases in the bedsheet. Exactly like mom does. Not exactly though, she just makes things perfect. We couldn't. Then the dusting and keeping back the things in places. We were two, dad and me to do everything. Mom does it all alone. After me and my sister go to college and school, respectively. And we have all our books and stuff scattered around the house and the bed and the towels and clothes hanging on door handles. Don't tell me its not the same at your home. Because I know it is. :P So even we tidied up the home in the morning. Then it was time for breakfast. Mom gives us our breakfast right on time. In our hands. Our favourite food. But we kind of made it late to serve it to mom. Because, 1) We didnt know the recipes of what we decided to make and mom had to tell us the ingredients and when to put them in.  2) We were too slow with every work we did. No habit of working with accuracy and speed like mom. But then we finally did make it and serve it to mom, lesser taste plus slow service. Still she said she liked it and ate it. Not like we do, nahi pasand nahi khayenge. Mom's are just too sweet, aren't they ? :)  Then after the breakfast we used to be kind of free. The maid came and did all the cleaning and stuff.  Then later we put in the clothes for washing and after they were done hang them on those ropes for drying. Its not like we did too much work till the noon but after doing a little I used to go lie down for an hour. As if gifting myself some time to lie down after toiling hard, when I didn't actually toil a tiny bit compared to what our moms do.

Then there was noon and time for lunch. We asked mom what all vegetables we had at home and she suggested what would be the easiest for us to make. While what we do is "demand" for the yummiest and the toughest dishes to be made. Had it been in our hands, we'd ask our moms to make something fancy everyday of the week! Anyway, mom asked us to make simple dishes like dal-chawal, easy-subzis and roti. We managed to cook pretty well. Not as good as mom's but yes, eatable and not bad. Mostly I cooked, because mom didn't like Dad to be cooking when he was here for his vacations. I didn't either. So he just "guided" me on putting the least possible oil and salt! :P Plus dad cooks his own food in Saudi Arabia so when he's here mom wants him to just rest and relish the delicacies mom plans and literally makes a list of cooking them for him. It was vice versa this time. We cooked for mom. I prepared the dough and made the rotis. They turned out good some days and horrible looking maps on the other days (they were never un-eatably bad though, I would be a good cook someday! :P). Mom dad ate them anyway. :) Though my sister did tell me when the rotis were not up to the mark. Aaj rotiyan soft nahi bani! I took it as positive criticism. ( NO. I told her, khud banake dikha. :P )

Lunch done. It was evening and time for a little home-cleaning again. Plus ironing of clothes. We don't give them out for getting ironed. I ironed. For me it seemed like heaps of clothes. And my back hurt after I was done. My back hurt after ironing just once. Mom does it everyday. 365 days. Plus-minus a few days. So, ironed. Putting the clothes back to their respective cupboards. Preperation for the dinner. Mom's always in a dilemma what to cook. Because what my sister liked, I hated and what I liked, my sister made a face while eating it. So mom always has to cook whats common favourite to both of us. Keeping her likes aside, always. But Mom ate everything we cooked. Good enough or not. Cooked enough or not. All was good to her. Plus if somedays, if the maid decides to ditch us and not come to work, without telling; you gotta do the sweeping and mopping etc. When I or my sister have to do when the maid doesnt come, we keep ranting and cursing and do the work so that the whole neighbourhood would also know that the maid didn't come and we did the work!! While if we aren't at home and the maid doesn't turn up, everything would be done by mom just perfectly and we woudn't even know that mom had to do all the work.

Mom was fine in a few days and everything was back to routine. She worked, we rested. As if we had worked for ages. Whereas mom has the same amount of huge work everyday. 365 days. Plus-minus NO day. Then a few days back I was just lying and double tapping Instagram pictures on my phone and  mom was working and she was too tired. She kind of yelled at us for not doing a single thing all day and she has to do everything. It was legitimate. We actually don't do anything the whole day. Everybody has a limit and clearly she was too tired and frustrated. But I yelled back, "kind of" yelled back like a snob and said I would do the dishes that day. I never yell at mom or dad. Ask my mom! :P That day I just did, I don't know why. So I got up and did the dishes. There were not too many vessels to be washed. But while doing the dishes after a while my back started to pain so bad like I had to bend and straighten my back from time to time while washing. And I was like, what is happening?! I wash the vessels one freaking time and my back starts to hurt!! And mom who has just been fine one or two months back does the vessels 2-3 times a day. Imagine the amount of pain she goes through. I felt horrible, terrible, unspeakable. I felt extremely sorry for yelling at mom. It just kind of sinked in how much Mom does for us without a complain.

Since that day I've been trying to be a little more helpful to mom in some or the other way. I didn't say sorry to her though. In our home we don't have the thing of saying sorry if you make a mistake. We just do something for each other in a way that would show we're sorry and try making up for it. I like it that way.

Its just after these incidents I really know the value of what and how much Moms do for us. They are awesome! And they should be showered, or maybe waterfall-ed with love and respect and care for being so so amazing. And the exact same or even more amount of affection should be returned right back to Moms. They sacrifice and do everything for us with no complaints, no demands. So generous. So considerate. So selfless.

Love you Mom. <3 :)              

The Selective Annoying Male Dominance.

DISCLAIMER: This isn't intended to hurt anybody's sentiments or provoke rebellious behaviour towards the opposite gender. This is just a compilation of personal experiences and observations and not directed towards any particular person. But if the shoes fit in, don't hesitate to wear them and think if you've ever been in conditions like these. And if you find the topic too sexist, this is not for you. Plus, if you're offended even after the disclaimer, OKAY.
Firstly, why did I decide to name this article "The selective annoying male dominance"
Because, male dominance is what our country in mostly all about. Patriarchal society. "Selective" because, All men are NOT same. And "Annoying" because of course any kind of domination, unnecessary domination is annoying. So further in the article I'd like to elaborate what I mean by this topic.
Starting with my personal experiences and male dominance at a smaller scale. But, smaller scale does NOT make it right. So I don't know if others would agree to this or not or have experienced this or not, but I have and it disturbs the depths of my sanity. So what I've experienced/observed is, SOME men can not even bear to see a girl driving ahead of them, believe it or not. I would be driving at a faster speed maybe just because I was getting late for college. And by chance if I drove ahead of the man beside, his attitude would be all like, "Oh you wanna race? We're on!!" And there goes the bike or the car speeding ahead of me and getting lost in the distance. All I would have on my mind is , "Calm down bro, wasnt racing with you just getting late for college!" And that too the way they'd speed by would be making various patterns on the roads and driving in a zigzag manner leaving the smokes in other people's faces. Duuuuudeeee, CHILL! If a girl drove a little ahead of you, your manliness wouldn't be questioned. And this might seem like a tiny little thing not worth sharing, but its not once that it has happened to me, many a times I've experienced men speeding by maybe "racing" with all the honking and stuff announcing their victory. So my question is, what hurts your soul to see a girl being ahead of you. Its a damn road and shes maybe just getting late.
Issues like this, happen everyday and maybe we forget. But when things keep happening day after day something has to be done to stop it. Eve-teasing is one of them. When I've started with the issue of eve-teasing I'd like to share a hilarious experience. I think its kind of courageous, but funny for sure! We had our cousins at our place for a day and they'd been playing all day. Maggi was what they wanted in the evening and there was none at home. So my mom asked my cousin and my sister to go get it from the nearby shop which is at a walkable distance from our place and would take 2-5 minutes to reach. My cousin and my sister agreed and when they'd reached halfway, a man maybe in his 40's or 50's was on a bike, looking like a drunkard, made maybe some weird faces and whistled at my sister and cousin. And what my cousin did was show him a "Babaji ka thullu." And I couldn't control my laughter imagining the scene and being proud of what she did! Maybe it wasn’t a very huge step but it surely must have made the man know that the cheapness he was displaying in front of kids was of no use and he is only making a fool out of himself. These are just small small things that happen in day to day lives of every girl. But they are ignored for sure because there’s not any physical harm caused. Rapes are ignored, what’s eve teasing in front of it! All these so called small things lead to huge crimes. Little girls are being touched in the wrong ways and they don’t even realise what happened with them. What do those men think while trying to touch a girl ? What right do you have on somebody’s body ? And even if they don’t touch their stare is enough to make a girl uncomfortable.
Rape. How horny could a person get to touch an unknown woman and do all the terribly wrong things with her ? Still its always blamed on the victim and they are held guilty for provoking men to rape. What is provoking in a burkha ? A salwar kameez ? Even if its a skirt it shouldn’t be provoking. Take the control of your lust and your brain. Number of rapes happen which go unnoticed or are purposely pushed back by the police itself. We live a country where if a rape comes into a news everybody’s reaction would be “ye toh roz ka hai, kahin na kahin rape hota hi rehta hai.” And by chance if a rape is nastier enough to get attention of the people its just because people are curious for the minor details they want to know about what happened instead of thinking about a single measure to control this. Plus the government. All the ministers would act like they’re mourning on the death or survival of a rape victim after a lot of struggle. Taking an action and punishing the criminals would get you more “punya” rather than showing sadness to the public. When there’s a rape, the victim is scarred for life, for some, the reasons to live are taken away. After all its a country where the girl is told to hide her face after going through a trauma like rape.
In my opinion, changing the mindsets of SOME men is a difficult thing . Men need to know that they were not created superior. Men and women, both were born equal, they will die equal. Being the physically stronger being does not give you the right to molest. You do not have a right on any woman whose beauty or body pleases your eye. You can not get drunk, come home, take out the anger of your lost bets on your woman. SHE IS A HUMAN. WITH FEELINGS. You have no right to dominate.
We do not want men with daring and guts to be our saviours; we want men to stop raping. And the rapists, sexually harassing pests- YOU are a shame. Even the word shame would be ashamed to be associated with you. And to the girls who’ve survived after such trauma and who’ve managed to proudly lift their heads to be a part of this society- YOU are the epitome of courage. Kudos!
JAnd to the men who’ve spent all their lives respecting women and saving their dignity, you make the world a better place to live in. Wish ALL men could be like you. You leave some hope that humanity still exists. We love you. Who needs God when there are people like you sent on earth. And to all the girls out there, changing the mindset of those pests is the most difficult task and unfortunately the only solution to all our problems. But till the change in mindset happens, we could be a little careful with ourselves. I know most of the girls wouldn’t agree to this, but personal opinion. Precaution is always better than cure. You can dress up the way you like where you know you’ll be safe from dirty stares. You can dress up the way you like where you know the people around would respect you as a human and your choices. Rape or molestation has no excuse. But our society has. Its always blamed on the girls dressing. Till the society changes, we could always be a little careful. Doesn’t hurt to take a little care of yourself and be safe from criminals. Dressing up in your choice of clothes and going to a place where you know you’d be welcomed by eve teasers and molesters is like going to the edge of a well yourself and just waiting for a little jerk to push you in. Be careful. You only can take care of yourself. Be around respectful, dignified people and enjoy every right of yours knowing you are in a safe environment. Safety first, always.

Value.

                                                          

Youtube. One of my most favourite thing about the internet ! Not a day goes by without using youtube. Be it for making me laugh looking at the super humorous youtubers, for inspiring me to work hard for things in life or sometimes maybe just to listen to amazingly gifted singers with beautiful voices. Youtube has been there for all of it. And as a result of that, I've been subscribed to a lot of youtubers, singers comprising a larger part of my subscirptions. Though all those singers make me feel like having a better, sweeter, can-be-used-for-singing type of voice at times, but above that it just makes me really happy to listen to their beautiful voices and see how they dared to put up a video on such a huge medium.

So, it was this normal day and I was youtub-ing and going through my subscribed channels to see if there's any youtuber who's videos I haven't watched in a long time. Sunakshi Raina. Gorgeous girl with freakishly beautiful long hair and an amazing voice. As soon as my eyes fell on her name, I realised I had not noticed any uploads from her in a long time. That generally doesnt happen with active youtubers, they mostly upload videos every week. I just clicked on her name and her channel opened with no new videos. So I just decided to watch her one and only professionally shot video, again. And I have this habit of looking at the comments section in the videos. I started scrolling down and the first comment I see, "RIP Sunakshi." I still didnt realise anything and kept scrolling. 2nd comment. "RIP Sunakshi, you will be missed." I freakin' panicked. 3rd comment. "She didn't die of kidney failure. Sometime back she had a kidney transplant and later she was diagnosed with chicken pox which affected her kidney and she passed away."

I was literally in shock. Like I froze for a moment with nothing on my mind. Not exaggerating, I was actually that shocked. She was one of my favourite youtubers ! How did she just pass away ? It felt like something unreal, but it was real. I kept searching for any news about her on Google or solid information about her on any of her other videos, but there was nothing that I could find out, except the fact that she had just passed away.

One might think, why was I in such a shock or why was I grieving so much about a youtuber whom I didn't even know personally ? Attachment, is the answer. I was a frequent viewer of her videos and really loved her singing. Attachment doesn't only mean that you feel connected to the people you know personally, attachment or connection is something you feel about people or even things, when you look upto them or sometimes when there's just no particular reason, but you just like them. That's how I feel about some of my favourite youtubers, because I feel attached. People might not find it legit to be attached to youtubers, but it is just that way about me.

That day, it kind of changed my thoughts about people, about things, in general. I felt sad and grieved on the death of a person whom I didn't even personally know. God forbid, something happens to someone close to me, how terrible would that be.

Its just, valuing people around is important. Very important. We take life for granted. We take people for granted. Assuming nothing bad could ever happen to us. But life is unpredictable and unfair, many a times. We need to learn to start treating people the way they are worthy of. We need to start acknowledging what others do for us. More than half of our time goes in ranting or complaining about situations and people. Forgiving should become easy. Yes, it is hard to forgive and forget when someone does something unexpectedly bad to you. But there's a reason why people are the way they are. And if there isn't a reason, trying to ignore that little part of unpleasantness about their nature wouldn't hurt. Everybody has a part about them that's absolutely amazing and a part where they are not likable. Its easy to look at situations when you try to put yourself in other people's shoes and imagine the reasons for anything that is happening. No doubt, you have your own feelings and you do get hurt. Take care of yourself and love yourself, but we can give it a try to stop being bitter about life and the people it contains. We never know whom we may lose in the future. Looking back shouldn't hurt. When we look back at our past it should never seem like a regret for not treating people right or not loving them enough. Mend broken friendships. Friendship and the love you get, is what's going to be with you in your memories in the future. Fall in love. Fall out of love. Be with people who love you and you love them back. Distance yourself from people if there's something that could cause bitterness in the near future. Distancing isn't bad. Precautions are always better than cure. Its better to be careful not to hurt yourself and others instead of trying to maintain bitter relationships and hurting yourself and others later. People are different. You cant, and shouldn't expect people to maintain their lives according to you. We can learn to love people with all their flaws. Everybody has flaws, in one or the other way. In a way which is seen, also in a way which is not seen. Differences do come in between at times, but if forgiving was easy, how happy would life be. If people were valued like they are worthy of, how happy would we make others and ourselves. If someone has distanced themselves from you, trying to understand their situations would help more rather than creating hatred in your heart about the people you once loved. Its okay if things are not the same as they were before. Times change and people change. We can't expect people to remain the same if there were major changes going on in their lives, which we may or may not know. Just accept. Being accepted for what and who you are, is something to be absolutely thankful for. Accept others the way they are too.

Its these things in life which make life happier and easy for us to cope. This incident taught me something really important. At the end, as I can't do anything about the loss of one of my favourie people, I'd also just say, "RIP Sunakshi. You'll be dearly missed. You were a star. " Here's a link to her channel, https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCKjH-E2vIMYzwFfy1l-40Ag . Liking her talent or not is your choice, but being positive about someone who has passed away is being great in yourself. :)

Diversity.

"Get up quickly! We've got a train at 8." Said my mom waking me up for a train we had to catch as we were leaving for Ahmedabad to attend a wedding. And as usual I didnt feel like getting up but had to. Who would feel like getting up after sleeping at 1 or 2 in the night ?! How much ever I plan on sleeping in the "pm", internet always has plans to not let me sleep before "am" ! And then every morning you realise it was a bad idea staying up late but again the next day same is repeated! *sigh*..the sleeping schedules! So yeah, after struggling a bit, I got up anyway.

Dad had arranged for a taxi to take us to the railway station. We all sat in the taxi and left. The driver was driving kind of faster than the speed thats acceptable to me, so I was sitting a little consciously. He kept driving at the same speed. And then an auto rickshaw driver tried to overtake us 'coz of which the driver had to apply the brakes suddenly. This made him scream and abuse the rickshaw driver. I moved closer to my Dad and whispered, "Why is he screaming ? It was his mistake to be driving fast even on a busy street!" Dad said, "These taxi drivers have a full day job. They need to keep picking and dropping all kinds of customers from any corner of the city and at any time of the day. The roads might be busy or free. Its stressful to drive the whole day..maybe this makes them behave cranky and annoyed at the fellow drivers even if its their own mistake." It made sense. And anyway he dropped us at the station, safely.

We entered the station and were welcomed by the smell of tea and "pakoras" being cooked at the refreshment stalls. These stalls are kind of depressing rather than refreshing, after you see the whole process of something being cooked. Unhygienic at its best. Its not even the vendors fault, they cook the whole day to fill people's stomach with whatever funds they have. But you really wouldn't wanna eat once you see how it's cooked. Plus the stench. Yes, railway stations.

Our train had arrived. Everybody rushed towards their compartments. The train was going to stay on the station for 10 minutes. But its like a competition starts about who's gonna get in the train first everytime a train arrives! :P Not like we did anything different, even we tried getting in the soonest possible. :P Then we finally settled down on our seats and thought about eating. I thought about eating. Eating is the best part about train journeys I feel! :P Afterall, there's so much variety being sold. Our train started moving in a while. And there came in the food vendors one by one. They come in with their particular tone of "chai chai" selling cutting chai and "chana zor garam".  Its cute how small kids get excited when an icecream wala enters. Even I get excited! :P Though we hardly buy anything from the vendors in train.  There are many who buy too.

There are so many kinds of people you get to see and know about in the train. The poor, the rich (rich in the AC compartment ofcourse! ). The little boys who clean the seats and the floors expecting people to give them a penny or two. Its disheartening to see them "survive" like this. And know those boys with a typical musical instrument and a mouth organ singing the same "shirdi wale sai baba" everytime ? They're pretty talented. On the other hand, there are happy families going on vacations to spend their saved up money and enjoy to their fullest. They've got huge luggages, one for each member. And home made food to relish during the journey. Happiness is all that is seen on their faces :) And then there are the poor familes. One of such families was sitting on the berth infront of us. They looked really poor. All of them were in tattered clothes. Clothes are such a major part in judging someones economic status. The kids had nothing on their feet too. They had two small bags for a family of 5. And they carried a broom too with them. Maybe they were shifting their residence. Everytime a toy seller or a jewellery seller passed by, the poor man's wife looked at them with hope and longing in her eyes. Probably wishing she could afford them. Only option is to hope they get to live a happier life in the near future..

Anyway, the time to reach Ahmedabad got close and we started collecting our luggage and keeping them together. The day we reached, was the "Sangeet" in the wedding we were attending, and we had a performance to give! We were all super excited about it and practised our steps for the last time after reaching the hotel. Weddings are one more sort of ocassion where you see too many types of people. The crazy maniac dancers, the hard workers( doing all the arrangements), the shy ones, the silent observers, the overly-decked-dressed-up, the foodies! I belong to the last category. Give me food and good clothes, I'll be there. So we had our performance done after a lot of nervousness and excitement, and it was loved by everybody! :D Then after all other performances were done, free style dancing started. We sindhis don't like moving our body too much but our hands are gonna be the hero of our dance moves. Some people look like a statue with just moving hands while others have hand movements which literally look like they were throwing off garbage. We youngsters find it kind of funny so we stick to our latka-jhatkas. But the elders love the "ancient" dancing style and hence keep dancing the same way making it look funnier than ever. The old uncle and aunties look cute though, dancing that way! :D And you might also find some over-excited aunties with pencil heels dancing with every ounce of energy in their body. Stay away from them. The heels might hurt. Hurt real bad. Anyway, however funny or scary the dance moves may seem, its all a form of happiness! :D

Then comes my favourite part. FOOD. Many people, including me, are there in marriages generally for food. And if the food is from a 5-star hotel its like a "sone pe suhaga" for us. Free treat. :P ( I should stop sounding greedy now). There are people who fill their plates like the food would get over if they got a little late for their second helping. Its fun imagining how funny would it be if their plate just dropped. Heartbreak. </3 And there are also people who'd try every single item and take 2-3 helpings of the food they like. ME. Can't wait for desserts.

Its crazy how in a couple days, we come across so many people. So many different people. Its difficult to describe every type I came across while I had been to the wedding. So many forms of happiness. And more forms of sadness. So many ways to express love. So many ways to be happy in others happiness. So many ways to heal someones sadness and be empathetic. So many ways to just be sympathetic. So many ways to understand others. So many point of views. So many perceptions. So many people. So many emotions. So much Diversity.

SUNDAYS !

So here's my first blog. I choose to write about sundays ! No particular reason, I was just randomly really observant this sunday when I went for shopping with my mum and sister. There's just something about weekends, or Sundays particularly! You know like a sudden wave of happiness ? :P The adrenaline rush ? :P Ok yeah that was too much but weekends are happiness, a day or two free from the daily routine..no alarms to set ( not that I set an alarm anyway, my mom wakes me up still! :P ). Everything to be done 3-4 hours later than the general routine..laziness in the weekends is pure bliss, isn't it ? :D Dad's are at home too, that means special sunday breakfast! :D Being a foodie that's something to look forward to ! But the looking-forward-to schedule doesn't end there. Special breakfast followed by somewhere to go to, shop, have fun and who wants dinner at home on a weekend ? No one!

So as I mentioned I was being kind of observant this Sunday it was fun to observe other people's lives for a change. For a change I say, because now a days who has the time, or I may say who wants to pick their heads up from their own lives and look at others ?!

Starting from the time we decided to go shop for an upcoming wedding (Yay!), we thought of taking an auto. And as our "shopping destination" was really far we were charged 120 rs! Thinking about the amount, it may look kind of minimal to the amount we spend these days on things we need or we don't need ( yeah, just trying to sound a little mature, I make my mum spend a lot on me too. ) But on a serious note, its a huge amount for a person who drives an auto. They could almost arrange a full day meal with it. Whereas, we could buy a few packets of Kurkure or something and those 120 rs would vanish in a while! ( Keeping the "badhti mehengai" in mind! )

There came the mall then. You know that smell of AC when you enter some place huge that's centrally air conditioned ? Lovee!! *Taking in a deep breath* ! :P So as soon as I enter a mall, even if I'm there for myself or not my eyes are only going to look for clothes for myself. Human tendency right ? No ? Ok chuck it ! :P So yeah, my mom decided to start off with looking for something for my sister as she thinks I already have too many clothes ( actually i do have too many, but its never enough for a girl you know! ), and something for me could be found in the end with ease! All of us got engrossed in searching for something worthy of wearing in a wedding. Picked up too many, rejected too many. Time for trial ! Something my sister hates from the core of her heart. So, she still  went on for trying and I was just interfering into other peoples trials giving an opinion about their clothes, in my head ofcourse!

There was this newly married couple ( they looked like it! ) and the pretty aunty just kept trying 10 different outfits and looking gorgeous in all of them and her husband hardly liked one outfit ! And in my head I was like yeah yeah pick this one, suits you! And then there was this family of mom, dad and two daughters. The parents waited outside while their daughters tried out the clothes. In the same trial room!! I wonder how it wasn't awkward! Well whatever, I can just judge like a normal human, they must be comfortable. None of my business. And then there was me. When I was actually waiting there to see how my sister looked in the chosen dresses, I concentrated more on others. It's fun ! You gotta admit. My mom kept asking for my "expert" advice on how the dresses made my sister look but finally, mutually, we liked nothing. We had already searched a lot for my sister and now it was my turn finally. Mum, me and my sister went on to the "traditionals area" for picking up some heavy 1-2 kg dresses for me to be worn in the wedding. (Yeah, now that I just exaggerated.) So the search for my clothes started and we found a bright mango yellow dress for me and one more and I went on for the trials. Till the time we could reach the trial room, on the way we found something great for my sister too! One more advantage of shopping for me, found my sisters clothes (not that there are any other advanges, except the shopping happiness it gives! ). So we were done shoping now.

Time for stomach-praying ( Pet-puja! ) I have this really crazy habit of converting almost everything hindi to english and vice versa, don't know why. So we went out and decided to have frankie. Frankie is one filling-quick food when you can't find something nice to eat! So standing by the frankie stall we ordered 3 of them, with my mom getting all tensed about being late, while we assured her we'd reach home in time, "sahi-salaamat"! So this frankie guy decided to give us our frankie's the last. I don't know if we were actually last in line or whatever. Since he had decided to give us the last, I decided to overhear his conversation ( nothing personal he was talking, but tit for tat! ) When he took a really long time to serve our orders my mum was like " bhaiya itni der?" to which he replied " han madam ab customers hi itne hain!" And then we waited a little more. Here comes the overhearing part. He satrted telling his friend " dekho sunday hai, kitni bheed hai..31st ko toh saans lene ka tak time nahi tha!" And that just made me feel, we all think we're busy but sitting in an AC cabin and working is work ( ofcourse everybody works hard!), but this!! Continously making and providing good food to hungry customers where you don't even get time to breathe ( not literally ) is what you call NEED. It shows their need for money when they can't earn it any other way. They coudn't be educated but they cook good, delicious food and earn their own living! :) Interrupting my thoughts came our frankies and all my other thoughts were broken by the realisation that now its time to relish the frankie!

We ate and returned back home. This time it charged 100. Its nice when you're charged less than the amount before and you don't have to bargain ! :P So this was like my observant Sunday. I think I like observing ( what I never really did much before)..hmm..I should do it more often! :D