On weddings.

So my mother, (sorta like Kris Jenner but way way smarter) made this statement yesterday while we were at a wedding that in a wedding or a funeral you mustn’t hold a personal grudge against anyone (including the dude who spilt dal makhni on your dress).

I’ve always been a fan of weddings, Good food, you get to wear Indian stuff you barely get to wear anywhere else, hot guys (may the odds ever be in your favor), pretty decorations and stuff, and most importantly (for me at least) the emotions, the relations and the feelings.

In the movie 27 dresses there is this certain thing on how the lead female always likes to look at the poor groom while the pretty bride make her entry. I being me decided to try it out, and when the bride made her entry while doing the walk of red lehengas and phoolon ka chadhar to that song which has been stuck in my head for the past 20 minutes the dudes face glowed like a million light bulbs (or maybe it was just the lightning) and that even though there were 300 people out there 3% of them beside him and his neck must have been hurting cause he had been wearing this money garland. Like if it were me in his shoes (which were soon to e stolen) I’d roll up my sleeves, call it a day and start watching Kanan Gill. FUN!!

Apart from the bride and groom (OBVIOUSLY!) a wedding has many other factors, most importantly clothes, or basically overly embezzled pieces of taffeta and net! And let me assure you, going underdressed for a wedding (I’m talking less sequins on your skirt) is worse than getting less marks than bobby ka beta, or having a less expensive car than your neighbor, or being dark skinned. (in my country darkness is a dark dark sin, and I’m guilty). Basically, you go to a wedding to dress up. Not dress up for a wedding, and once you’ve dolled up you compare. Compare yourself with other people. Compare your cut colour and shape, compare your length (or lack therefore) and compare how many sequins are there in one square centimeter of fabric.

One of my most favorite aspects was that families were together. There was this little photo session going on with kids and their nana-nani’s , dada-dadi’s and the millions of relatives from around the world. And it was cute. It made me miss my family. It make me take a selfie with my mother. It doused me in love.

And that the general feel in the air was of love, of relationships and of family and of good food.

I like weddings. You can invite me for yours.

Hi Kids!

*sneaks in slowly* you may remember me, you may not but hi!

So my exams got over, the net got fixed but what remained was the mind block. A sad serious amount of it, so much that I could write, but write what anyone could write. Nothing that I personally felt deserved a blog post. Nothing I felt was good. I’ve seen people post daily, even hourly but their writing seemed forced, that spark was missing.

And what has happened to me in these few days? (Let’s call it few please *puppy dog face*)

Ummm….

  1. Tests
  2. General teenage life
  3. This school trip
  4. General teenage life
  5. This MUN where I represented Slovakia
  6. General teenage life
  7. Diwali
  8. General teenage life
  9. This Harry Potter MUN where I was Ginny Weasly
  10. More teenage life
  11. Bleh

And soon, there may a serious change in my life (nope not romantic, though I wish (joke!)) and I’m planning to incorporate that in my blogging life, though let’s see how.

and if all goes well I’ll post some photo entries soon 🙂 say tuned!

Sitara

Leaving you with picture to show how pretty the rock I live under is

Just a little life update. (or so it’s called)

Just a little life update. (or so it’s called)

So… I’m one of the most moody of writers, when I am in the mood I’ll write, a lot and sometimes over do it and when I am not I’ll just get over it. Anyways, I am in this weird should I write should I not write mood of mine so I decided to just talk. Talk with a doughnut and a bottle of coke, and that’s my leg you see there, to make it more realistic.

I ate the doughnut up.
The bribe for reading this post.

So in a week I write my half yearly exams and believe me I am not lying when I say I haven’t studied anything. Luckily the school has given us a week off so I am planning to shove in a lot.

(my writer brain always function beautifully during exam time, no clue why)

And I became a prefect in my school! For someone who has a clear disregard for rules this is extremely suprising. But hey! No complains.

It ran away.
Wow look responsibility.

And what is high school without a little drama (I’m that nerd with the history textbook if you wanted to know) there is drama, loads of drama happening with me maybe I’ll write about it let’s see. (Update- I wrote about it here http://goo.gl/DsZZAr)

And I know this is very vague and clearly serious rambling but hey! Atleast I got myself to sit down and write. Yay me!!

Ooh Ooh and I want/need prompts. Help.

Forever confused,

Sitara

Ps. With today being the 13th anniversary of 9/11, I would like to pay respect to those killed. Those killed in the attacks and also those killed in the fight against terrorism that our world is fighting today. Hopefully the world will one day be a peaceful land.

and i felt this was a perfect tribute.
and i felt this was a perfect tribute.

ImagineI sadly don’t own the above two images. However, I hope we one day live life for today.