Wedding Attendance!

Who knows if we ever meet again.. Or if we never meet again..

Ever met strangers and wondered if we ever meet again?!

Hello my dear dear good good reader fellows. I was absent last Wednesday. Yup coz i was weirdly present somewhere else. By the way it was such a lovely April day last Wednesday. Windy, cloudy and top most was the smell of rain shower on dry earth ahhhh and fresh greens emitting joy and nightingales singing songs of love.

Though i did write a post about my love at first sight, half finished, thought will complete it in the evening while sitting at a corner table in that wedding ceremony we were invited to. Buttttt… gosh it was after sooooo many years i’ve attended a wedding i was like i entered an outer space. Just what is this place.

The first day my nerves were pulsating wild. I wanted to run away from there or cry. I even had a headache next morning. But in the evening i became quite used to the crowd and noise. So i “thora thora” little bit 🤏 enjoyed.

Oh our weddings last for 2 days Barat and Walima. Barat dinner or lunch held by the bride side and Walima dinner or lunch held by the groom side. So…

Anyways how i enjoyed in that havoc.. yup that's what i’m gonna tell you today. It wouldn't sound that much interesting but well for me at such boring events this was a perfect entertainment.

At first day in the midst of chaos and hoomans hustle bustle i received quite respect which made me wonder and i wrote a note…

“I always wonder when people greet me with so so soooo much respect like i'm some biggest VIP guest in there. Or i've done them some big favor at their most crucial circumstances.

The wonder is WHY GOD? I've never done anything for them. ANYTHING AT ALL. Never even scrubbed their toilets. Or fed their dogs. Or saved their kitty. Or rid them of their lizards, cockroaches and centipedes. Not even touched their cobwebs let alone sweep their house clean of dust mites. Never borrowed a stained shirt from them and returned it stainless. And yet i'm a big VIP in their eyes! Just how???? Just why????If only i was that same big VIP at where i reside. Ugh. The sink's smirking at me. Sigh.”

I don't know what people think of me. Wherever i go the main characters greet everyone the same but when they come to me they're like “ohhhhhh it's Sara. Finally you decided to come out of your hiding hole haan. How are you. How’s life going” (like we are some old best buddies meeting after thousand years. Seriously 😒) And so on and so on with some nice compliments. “She’s such a good girl” (oh my you absolutely don't know me well)

And after their parting, the others around me start asking questions and whispering something unhearable. “What's your relationship with them” and i have to explain them, nothing more than just family's friends or distant unknown relatives or some neighbors (whom i never ever visited). I know i should be thankful for such unnatural respect rather than wondering why.

Maybe becoz i’m not very much used to respect… at home i mean. Of course no one would dare shout out at me if i skip cleaning toilets.

Usually when i go outside whether shopping, traveling, outing, or at weddings, i don't take my phone nor a beg. Instead i go sit at a seat from where i can see everyone but no one would notice me that's a must. And there sitting i read people. I read hoomans, their particular characters through their facial expressions and their body language and eyes.. whereas others busy gossiping, laughing, eating, enjoying in their own way.

I’m a total flip of normal people. My kinda enjoyment and entertainment is reading hoomans in incognito style. Learning new behaviors and of course listening to juicy gossips no one thinks i’m paying attention to. But i listen all of it. It's sooooo much fun. And i always wonder how people get bored. Can't they read hoomans. Don't they have eyes and ears. Shouldn't they be using them as well as they use their mouths.

Ok maybe i’m the only odd one.

This time i took my phone and carry a beg with me. Change is good. Sometimes. As long as i don't panic and forget.

Have you ever…. while reading a book you feel like ok it was me who was first reading this book but now this book is reading me.

I’ll come to that part later.. but first..

My lil ‘husan parast’ beauty admirer brother for the first time in our whole lives praised me. Oh my Goooooood. It was the most impossibly unbelievable thing. Coz they always said to me you're too fatty and a mirror image of aunt Z’. And this time he said you're just perfect, don't lose anymore weight. “Aj tum pyari lag rahi ho wese” just straight up your back miss hunchback.

Ohhhhhhhh my Gooooooooooood. Maybe his eyesight has gotten weaker or maybe i’ve changed. Anyways it's very rare to get compliments from brothers especially those who's breaths are filled with “moti” all the time…

And i don't snap myself but bro took hundreds of random pics o’ mine, from which only 6 were fine enough to show off my besties. Buttt…. All of them got deleted 😭. That's a very long and unforgettable story. Becoz it's tooo looooong i won't tell you.

So let's get back to the wedding second day…

The banquet was very pleasing. And i miraculously got saved from tripping over stairs and landed my heels gracefully on the floor. Phew that was way too close. I was just about to become a laughing stock. 😵

Two ladies from yesterday became quite friendly so i sit with them. We chatted a bit and enjoyed the evening.

I looked around, playing Atif Aslam’s dil diyan gallan and Allah mujhy dard k kabil bana diya at background, i get in the mood to read unique hoomans. Yesss time for some hooman reading….

There are always two types of unique characters either negative or positive and positive ones are way too rare. So when i spot such a rare typa entity i put my full focus on reading the rare and neglect the rest.

Whenever i look at someone and finds them quite a unique character my first yearning is to know their NAMES. I can read them with no problem but i can't guess their names.

Ugh i wish i could..

So After dinner i looked hither and thither while enjoying ice cream after ice cream. But was very surprised not a single rare here! Not among bois not among gurls either. WHY. But in the midst of my disappointment a rare character just entered the scene.

Tall, dark and handsome with a pair of square glasses. My kinda handsome actually, thin physique. 😉Grey suit, white shirt, neck tie beaming with positive vibes. ‘Oh nice’ i thought quite tall enough. Standing out in the crowd. He was younger than me probably 25 or 26 my guess. Just like my lil brother.

I was reading all his actions and reactions, smiles at all aunties greetings while his big brother who was short and fair with a pair of glasses, as well as too seriously boring. I mean two opposite brothers one was all lively smiles and the other i can say for sure he never smiled in his whole life.

Anyways there was a huge circle of them talking laughing complimenting. As usual no one noticed me even though i was sitting right across them.

Though he seemed a perfect character but no one is perfect in this world. So the imperfection i found in him…. he was also a darpok buzdil type ka banda, the one who can't take a stand. The one who would bottle up his own emotions for the sake of peacemaking. The one who would let his superiors decide for him. The one who would drop his head obediently to other’s commands. And for a moment i saw my 25 year old self in his image.

For a girl over-obedience is not as much of a problem here as much it is for bois. If a boi can't take a stand then it's all over. Elders go rule over his house, his family, especially his spouse would suffer the most. Coz he can't take a stand for himself how would he shield and support his wife. This is the biggest crisis here in our culture.

And that's why women’ve started taking stand for themselves. Just like me. If their men can't support or shield them then they have to stand alone boldly confidently.

Anyways i’ll talk Sylvia Plath for hours if i’m left alone with my thoughts… soooo what happened after that..

My brother called and i received, in the middle of my reading hoomans. “You done? It's time let's go home” I told mom and she said “it's too early tell him to come here and sit with us”. I convey the message. When he came, standing at the doorway he was looking hither and thither. But there was a crowd in front of us i knew he would never spot us. I was too lazy to stand up and go to him then escort him to mom. And he was actually standing right behind that particular boi. So I naturally raised my hand and waved in the hopes he still won't see me, but to my surprise not just him but all the bois turned their heads towards me, watching me waving, wondering which one of them i’m giving a signal i mean wave. Especially that big bro was glaring at me with bloody murderous intent in his eyes.

Oh my gosh. Eeeeeek. The more i was trying to blend in, the more i stand out. Shit. Though apparently i stayed cool and ignorant as if i’m too focused at brother that i didn't notice any of their existence. Yup ignore ignore ignore.

Close your eyes pigeon, just assume all cats are blind.

My brother came to me we chatted a bit i told him with my hand gesture ‘3 cups. See i had three cups of ice cream’ and he raised his eyebrows when i showed him the crime scene.

He didn’t stayed for too long and left a few moments later.. but when he left i thought let's get back to my unique reading entertainment. I completely forgot about what happened a few moments ago.. And when i glanced at my unique entertainment, the unique entertainment was already glaring at me with venomous stern look in his eyes as if i hadn't just waved my hand but passed a flying kiss, “Ooo bhai tumhare baap bhai ko cherh dia kya mene jo aesi zeher alood nigahon se ghor rae mujh ko”

Huhhhhh what the hell. “Teri to asi ki tesi” how dare he stared at me with such judging scanning look in his eyes. I was so pissed that i didn't look at their direction not again.

Maybe it was my misunderstanding. Maybe he was too reading a horror story. A weird ghost who shoveled down 3 cups and 6 big scoops of ice cream. That's what his face looked like, as if reading a very scary ghost story.

78r… ok kitty wrote this. Or made me write this. I don't know but let's get back to our story now that kitty jumped off.. bye bye kitty.

My mood flipped the very second i saw a negative flip in his stare. My head was all fired 🔥. How dare he. Who the hell he think he is to judge me or look angry at me for unknown reason. And all the entertainment i was having poof.

Though i regret looking the other way out of confusion instead i should've stared back at him or maybe blehhh :p too. If only i ever met that hooman ever again which is of course IMPOSSIBLE but iffff it ever happens, i’ll grab his collar, give em a jerk, look him in the eyes and ask him why the hell you judged me who gave you permission to look down on me haaaan… Believe me whenever that expression on his face scrolls down at my brain’s screen, i get all fiery. Just once more, God let me see that hooooman one more time. I want to crunch those crabby bones of him how dare he!

Well after my entertainment was over i told mom let's go home. And she said “let's meet the bride and groom first” And i heard that judging boi saying sweetly to his circle shall we go home now..

Yesss please get lost. Dafa hojao bhai meri nazron k samne se. But before they left, i stand on my heels, head held high. I didn't glanced at him not even once after that. But i knew i was being watched. I passed by that *&#$@* boi ticking my high heels. 😤

Yay victory ✌️

I was wearing black too.. not the mourning black of course. (Whisper. Remember that future old loony Sara they said: black suits you)

When we turned around after a little while, all o’ the big crowded circle vanished. They were gone. It was all clear.

Well i think no one is perfect. So what's the reason to judge. I see all hoomans as perfect creations in imperfect form. I can't tolerate if a hooman judge another hooman. Like just who the hell you think you are some high and mighty God. And when they put labels on others that's my boiling point.

I had a little heated convo with one o’ my bestie. I was only trying to convince her “be more confident” and she judged and looked down on me instead. Oooooooh great. I replied her taunting with the same honey-coated chilies, she was making me munch up. I don't spare even my best friend if they're into judging and looking down on others. Me and my mother never get along just becoz of this one factor. I don't understand why people pick out imperfections in others when they're totally imperfect themselves.

How dare them!

Ok let's get back to our lively talk of course it's a wedding post not a ranting one. And i make up with my friend oOk.

So there aren't just bois that i encounter. A lady who was sitting with me asked for my number “i’ll call you” she said and i typed mum's number. Mom spilled the beans. “She's giving you my number not her's own”

Oh God mom why the hell did you tell her can't you just keep quite. I glared at mom. But she didn't looked at me. And i explained to that good lady. I don't pick up calls you see and i reply late very late actually and it'll be quite problematic for you if you call and i won't pick but mom is always active so that's why... Becoz I don't use my phone much often at home (while i was scrolling non stop in front of her). She glanced at my phone and she really actually minded. Her face was telling me, you “jhooti” (liar)

So what! she was a stranger who wanted to CALL me. I don't do calls. I won't meet her ever again. Who cares what she thinks about me.

My wedding attending is always….

Another story….

Once upon a very long long ago i attended wedding. Not too long ago though. And i scolded the groom’s brother without knowing.

It happened like this. There were kids playing around our table, they were coming and going and coming and i had to move my chair 100 times. I don't scold kids or lash out at them but i don't know why they got on my nerves it was the 90th time they made me move my chair and i couldn't hold in anymore. I scolded out loud without looking who's behind me. “If you make me move my chair one more time.. i won't spare you. Can't you just play somewhere else. Ab yahan se koi guzra na to phir mein btaongi. Tameez hi ni hy had hogai…”

When i sit back at my seat my cousins and my aunt and my mum were all giggling. “huhh What now?!”

My cousin said do you know whom did you just scolded.

Of course those kids.

They pointed towards a boi.

Who's him?

“dulhe ka bhai” (groom’s brother)

Haaaaaaan nooooo way…

“And his both parents are dead”

Oh my Gooooood nooooooooo what have i done..

And there they enjoyed my misery.

Oh God Sara you should've seen his face. All red with embarrassment. Poor boy. He was just about to cry. It must be his happiest day but became the unluckiest day in the end.

Whaaat. Don't tell me he's crying somewhere hiding in the corner becoz i ruined his happy day. Gosh now i’m full time guilty. But it's his fault for roaming around me. That's right now he won't dare to come near me.

Mom: Sara it was his first time he didn't know yours was 90th. He must be in a hurry. It's a busy day. He's taking care of responsibilities. It's your fault for sitting in the middle of their way.

Why the hell all of you are making me look like a heartless villain.

I whispered to mum “should i go sorry him.”

And mum said “Sara We’ll be very thankful to you if you just sit here quietly and act gracefully and don't create anymore scenes.”

Huhhhhh what’s that suppose to mean.

My cousin explained “Sara if you go and sorry him. He’ll be sooo over the moon. A “qatil haseena” killer beauty apologizing to him.

I wore blood red lipstick that day for the first time in my life.

I thought ok fine beauty or not but she may have a point. I better not sorry that idiot. And besides am sure he must be so embarrassed he wouldn't have seen my face right. He won't recognize me even if i apologize.

But when we get to greet the bride and groom, he was sitting as a second main character of the evening with his bridegroom brother. Staring at me. Huhhhh that bast** got some guts to stare at me…!?

I turned on my heels. Hissing: Gadha! 🐴

My aunt laughed out loud.

I should've scolded him more violently.

I want to kill those men who stare at women as if they're their private property. I thought i’m the only one who have these killing desires. But when our lil neighbor’s princess told me “i want to kill all o’ these men who stare at me”

Yessss 🔥 that's my girl. Let's kill them all. Wait but she's only 8. Is she unconsciously becoming a second version of me. Well before leaving she actually did become my second version somehow. I wonder how she's doing now. Anyways… i hate those men who stare because in our culture dating isn't very open thing here. Those who go on dating they do it secretly.

Direct shadi. Marriage culture. Either love or shadeed arrange.

So when those coward men who stare at girls, fall in love with many but marry “amma ki pasand ki larki se” (to their mommy’s choice). How unfair. I hate men who stare but can't take a stand. Are women just some dolls. Play then throw away!?

Khair….. The next day i didn't wear red lipstick in fact i didn't put much makeup at all. They say i look a complete different person in all my different versions. With makeup i'm differently nice. Without makeup i’m differently a dull nerd. With red lipstick on oh my God i’m unrecognizable even in the mirror. And at home i’m a full time toilet cleaning masi (housemaid). Nope no one believes it's that same Sara even my neighbor’s princess refused to believe.

So i thought he won't recognize me today with no makeup. I enjoyed my observing and reading hoomans.

I even saw a girl who was staring at him and she was all sparkling shiny eyes fixed on him, throughout all the 3 hour event. She even forgot to blink. But he was shy and looking down while escorting them to their seats. Couldn't even look them in the eyes. I thought oh my my how sweet a love blossom is in full bloom.

After a fill-up-stomach-lunch, a glass filled with coke in hand, i did a 180° turn round to observe all the hoomans while sipping till emptying the glass. That boi was at a far away table and for God knows what reason he smiled at my direction a devilish smile that is.

Wait is he looking at my direction. No right he must be looking at someone else beside me. Huhhhh now he's stepping towards my direction. Why the hell… I thought he wouldn't recognize me. Wait no. He was just shy a moment ago in front of those other girls. And now all confident ear to ear smiling evil at me. 😬 Is he plotting a revenge. Ugh just don't come here you stupid lil brother. Go to them yes go to those girls. Go anywhere but not here. I’m not ready for a rematch!

I did a 180° turn round back. Had no time to refill my glass so i hold the empty glass to my mouth. Gulping anger from it. That bast*** he was indeed plotting a revenge. He stopped at our table. stood right behind me. Asking my table mates “did you all eat well. Do you need something.”

Yes i need to kill you. Just get lost before i do. Why is he standing right behind me there is so much space here isn't it and why the hell so close. Is he challenging me to scold him once again. Fine then you son o’ a *** i let you win this one n only last time.

And he actually celebrated his victory while i froze in that moment holding an empty glass to my mouth.

He didn't move an inch for so long and i was waiting tirelessly for him to leave so i could put down my empty glass. Thank God my clenched teeth didn't crunch the rim of that glass.

When finally he left, i put the glass back on the table with a loud thud. All heads turned to me.

And thank God we never meet again.

So that's how i spend my time at such boring events. When Seema ji said thora chakkar makkar. I laughed out loud. And mum looked at me “what is she up to now” That's why i’m still single i guess. My short temper would never let me have a chakkar makkar circumstances.

Oh i forgot to tell you how there are two types of brides and bridegrooms… Ones who're happily ever after married and the others who’re getting in shadeed tareen arranged….

We the single party just cheers both of them on with Good Luck.

Coz at the end of the day you never know what will the nature of this eye opener be…

You know my good readers, it took a whole week to recover from that one chaotic evening effect. I’m extremely exhausted. I don't know what i’ll do at my own wedding. I mean seriously.

Ugh i hate all of this hustle bustle in the middle of quiet living.

I always wonder what kinda man i’ll marry to. Not a foreigner for sure. Girls are dying to get their hands on some foreigners but me am absolutely not going anywhere out o’ my homeland nope not at any cost. Not that certain particular blocked jerk doctor as well.

Anyways future is unknown and my life never follow any plans..

Soooo talk about present. Right now we are proceeding sweaty summers really fast.. i’m starting to get sweat beads on forehead. Sigh.

Oh i forgot to add our desi dating 😁…

Till next Weird Wednesday…

Take Care!