So, as the 5 readers of this blog know, I'm big on looking on my life experiences as learning experiences. Last week I was at a wedding. A very nice wedding, as weddings go. I managed to embarrass myself about 6 times in the space of 3 days. So...I learnt a lot.
I walked past the bride's brother without saying hello.(Didn't recognise him..it'd been 4-5 years) Luckily he's the strong, silent type, so he didn't say much. Not wanting to repeat the same gaffe, I identified the wrong woman as the groom's mother and said hello. I received a cold "No, I'm not his mother!" accompanied by a very dirty look for my pains.
Lesson 1: When in doubt.....shut up!
I walked into the day-before-the-wedding pooja dressed to the nines (the word is jhang!), to find everyone in cotton salwar suits. I looked like a Christmas tree. It was mortifying.
Lesson 2: Better to dress down than up. Inconspicuous is way better than curious stares.
If you take enough pictures, you will be mistaken for a photographer. Then you have to oblige random people by taking their pictures.
Lesson 3: Err...the delete button exists for a reason!
I heard about 5 times in the space of 2 days...."tumhara number kab hai?"
Lesson 4: Its not hard to pin a smile on your face and mutter something polite, while thinking...I don't give a rat's ass and neither do you!
But, really my embarrassments pall in comparison to the poor sod I met at Mumbai airport. He was standing behind me in the queue, and he asked if I was just married, because of the mehendi. I said No, and he said he was. Then she showed me his right hand. He had the most florid, intricate mehendi I have ever seen. I couldn't help laughing. He had a pained expression on his face, as he explained how they "made him do it." However, he managed to restrict them to one hand. But then, he annoyed me by complaining about the chaos, the attitude(whatever that means!) and how he dislikes India etc. So, I didn't feel sorry for him anymore. He deserved 2 full hands of dark, red mehendi for being a stick-in-the-mud.
Lesson 5: I need to be more sociable. God knows how many funny stories I've missed in planes and trains and buses because I can't be bothered to talk to the person next to me.
Oh well..back to work tomorrow. Fun!
I walked past the bride's brother without saying hello.(Didn't recognise him..it'd been 4-5 years) Luckily he's the strong, silent type, so he didn't say much. Not wanting to repeat the same gaffe, I identified the wrong woman as the groom's mother and said hello. I received a cold "No, I'm not his mother!" accompanied by a very dirty look for my pains.
Lesson 1: When in doubt.....shut up!
I walked into the day-before-the-wedding pooja dressed to the nines (the word is jhang!), to find everyone in cotton salwar suits. I looked like a Christmas tree. It was mortifying.
Lesson 2: Better to dress down than up. Inconspicuous is way better than curious stares.
If you take enough pictures, you will be mistaken for a photographer. Then you have to oblige random people by taking their pictures.
Lesson 3: Err...the delete button exists for a reason!
I heard about 5 times in the space of 2 days...."tumhara number kab hai?"
Lesson 4: Its not hard to pin a smile on your face and mutter something polite, while thinking...I don't give a rat's ass and neither do you!
But, really my embarrassments pall in comparison to the poor sod I met at Mumbai airport. He was standing behind me in the queue, and he asked if I was just married, because of the mehendi. I said No, and he said he was. Then she showed me his right hand. He had the most florid, intricate mehendi I have ever seen. I couldn't help laughing. He had a pained expression on his face, as he explained how they "made him do it." However, he managed to restrict them to one hand. But then, he annoyed me by complaining about the chaos, the attitude(whatever that means!) and how he dislikes India etc. So, I didn't feel sorry for him anymore. He deserved 2 full hands of dark, red mehendi for being a stick-in-the-mud.
Lesson 5: I need to be more sociable. God knows how many funny stories I've missed in planes and trains and buses because I can't be bothered to talk to the person next to me.
Oh well..back to work tomorrow. Fun!
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