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Sorry no Sari

If you have grown up in a typical north Indian household like me then you would have seen women around you wearing suits. Not just the business kinds but the three piece garment consisting of a kameez/ kurta, a dupatta and a churidar/a salwar. Getting the cloth, going to a tailor ( over and over again) and getting the material designed and stitched has always occupied a major position there because those are, like I said, the everyday clothes worn by women all around, from my mother to the house help. They are worn to the functions- birthday parties, kitties and kirtans. Bollywood even sang a song to the suit wearing girl. But there is this one occasion where there isn't a chance for the suits or for any other garment to make an appearance. These are the shaadis, the weddings, the marriages where the silks, the pochampallys, the kanjivarams, the banarsis- read the heavy guns- put in an appearance like a chief guest at some sarkari function who soon after the initial formalitie...

Worrying about the chicken

I am worrying.  About the chicken I have taken out of the fridge to cook, which I don't want to cook.  I don't want to cook it today being a Thursday and this piece of religious sentimentality lodged in my head about cooking and consuming meat on certain days.  I can't leave it as it has been now lying in the fridge since Monday and the husband fears it will rot. I also share the fear and so may be I will just get cooking. But I also have two submissions. There is no lunch ready for Netra if she comes home early today. So I am worrying about that too. I have not even started on one of the submissions. I have no ideas even. It is 11 already and the day is running ahead with its own plans and un-kept promises. A broken tap in the kitchen. Dinner preparation. Clothes strewn around the house. Unmade beds. Cluttered side table. Dust on the study table. Clothes that have been on the rope for the past two days I think I will just go cook the chicke...