I wasn't able to upload my blog of Day #3 because I didn't have access to the internet so by now I would have uploaded both of these blogs.
The thing about human interaction and communication is that once it stops getting interesting, it gets hard. But when you have a conversation which is going nowhere, it like escaping hell. People think that I get shy while conversing, but honestly I am probably more concerned about insects and snakes crawling inside my shoe, and correcting their pronunciations while singing out the lyrics to the 'Eye of the Tiger' in the back of my head than listen to the latter talk about their summer internship.
Of all the weddings that I have been to, which is not a lot, this has been unique. Since both families are of different sects, they wanted the wedding ceremony to happen according to their preferences. So there was one at 8:30 am and another at 11:30 am. By four o'clock in the afternoon, I was sitting next to bride, watching her blow soap bubbles from exhaustion.
My dad has this amazing funny side to him. I fall victim to his jokes a lot because I am the stupid one in the family. So today I find this piece of rock which encased into it limestone or marble. It looked really cool and felt smooth to touch. I picked it up and showed it to Dad. Without regarding my findings, he said to me that I would go to jail if I took the rock with me. I asked him for reason to which he replied that the rock could be worth millions and the owner of the land would sue me. Then later while I was placing it in my backpack he tells me I would go to jail because airport security would term it under "Sharp objects".
Weddings can be very stressful. Everyone of us were tired by the evening. Me feet felt like I was given a hundred lashes on the soles. I was walking barefoot on gravel the entire morning because I had offered my sandals to an elderly. Never got them back since.
Since I stay in Dubai, my Marathi is very basic. I am able to converse properly but can't get a hold of complex words or phrases. Like today, me and the bridesmaids were sitting together and they were talking about a friend of ours who was chatting up a girl he just met. So they were all like, " He is getting engaged!". Then they said a couple of words that I didn't understand. But since I was in the groove I nodded my head along with them. What I didn't expect was them turning around unexpectedly and asking me what that particular word meant. I was like, yeah, I know what it means. They kept staring at me and left. If only my dumb mind would focus on one thing than multiple.
The reception was nice but quaint. I never got to eat the fudge boxes I wrapped up so well and worked hard for. The food was top notch. I got to say goodbye to my grandmother when I went to give her food from the buffet. I will probably meet her in five months so it's a long wait.
Well I am pooped right now and have to sleep. I will write another one tomorrow when I get time.
The thing about human interaction and communication is that once it stops getting interesting, it gets hard. But when you have a conversation which is going nowhere, it like escaping hell. People think that I get shy while conversing, but honestly I am probably more concerned about insects and snakes crawling inside my shoe, and correcting their pronunciations while singing out the lyrics to the 'Eye of the Tiger' in the back of my head than listen to the latter talk about their summer internship.
Of all the weddings that I have been to, which is not a lot, this has been unique. Since both families are of different sects, they wanted the wedding ceremony to happen according to their preferences. So there was one at 8:30 am and another at 11:30 am. By four o'clock in the afternoon, I was sitting next to bride, watching her blow soap bubbles from exhaustion.
My dad has this amazing funny side to him. I fall victim to his jokes a lot because I am the stupid one in the family. So today I find this piece of rock which encased into it limestone or marble. It looked really cool and felt smooth to touch. I picked it up and showed it to Dad. Without regarding my findings, he said to me that I would go to jail if I took the rock with me. I asked him for reason to which he replied that the rock could be worth millions and the owner of the land would sue me. Then later while I was placing it in my backpack he tells me I would go to jail because airport security would term it under "Sharp objects".
Weddings can be very stressful. Everyone of us were tired by the evening. Me feet felt like I was given a hundred lashes on the soles. I was walking barefoot on gravel the entire morning because I had offered my sandals to an elderly. Never got them back since.
Since I stay in Dubai, my Marathi is very basic. I am able to converse properly but can't get a hold of complex words or phrases. Like today, me and the bridesmaids were sitting together and they were talking about a friend of ours who was chatting up a girl he just met. So they were all like, " He is getting engaged!". Then they said a couple of words that I didn't understand. But since I was in the groove I nodded my head along with them. What I didn't expect was them turning around unexpectedly and asking me what that particular word meant. I was like, yeah, I know what it means. They kept staring at me and left. If only my dumb mind would focus on one thing than multiple.
The reception was nice but quaint. I never got to eat the fudge boxes I wrapped up so well and worked hard for. The food was top notch. I got to say goodbye to my grandmother when I went to give her food from the buffet. I will probably meet her in five months so it's a long wait.
Well I am pooped right now and have to sleep. I will write another one tomorrow when I get time.
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