oops!

Oops! Being overdressed for an occasion is so not a pleasing feeling!

But what the hell! Once you are there, uv got no choice. Except, to give a damn and make the most of all the food, drinks and laugh at the funny sights- unabated, even unbecomingly! Sometimes its just nice to look like a fool, and talk like the best brain around!

This is just what happened with me last night! Ended up going for a party half heartedly. It bloody poured all evening, so the sarees, as planned, were shelved in, the occasion not worth spoiling the expensive stuff. And out came a, not so suited suit. Knew that, but didn’t have an option. For the rest of them are pure crepe, and id die if even a drop of water was to fall on them!

So wear i did that suit. Looked like the bride at her own wedding, while go we did for someone elses engagement. Not nice. Anyhow, sometimes blindness prevails! On the way, an auto banged into our car, for the streets were flooded with water and traffic. The man almost got thrashed by my dad. I think dad too was not interested in going, so the auto chap conveniently became the victim!

After efforts to locate the place, we reached. Still raining. According to Army rules, late.(But later we were to realise, that as we left, without eating dinner, people were making their entry!) Enter the family, in a space that was completely inappropriate for the amount that had gathered.  Suffocating. Until, the crowd turns to see this orange coloured clad girl, complete with shimmering gold on her outfit. Oops! No choice. Don’t look! Just stare in .. anything that comes in front of you. Speak well, to distract attention from the suit. Criticise others heart in heart!  Just wanted to leave. But couldn’t.

So i was reminded of thoughts i had, just when i was getting ready. As kids, most of the times, mrit me and sukh would end up being so overdressed for a movie. And simply cz we got so engrossed in dressing up that the context was lost, till we reached ground zero.  And then, it was oops! But a lot of things seem pardonable in hindsight, especially when you grow up and out of that stage. So i have forgiven myself for all those times, primarily cz i lead the overdressed gang, being the ‘most overdressed of all’!

But now, phew! probably just teaches you a lesson: dont listen to your mother when it comes to clothes, not mine atleast. She is so comfortable in her skin, and so confident of being herself, that nothing of this kind matters to her. Or maybe, shes just growing old, and gives a shit about all this!  Like they say, shit happens! It just happened last night! But again, what the hell..