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Saree and me

The original title of this post was Saree and (poor) me, which would be part of poor me series. But I told myself, the first step of empowering oneself is to think self as strong. So I am not poor me. I will no longer be.

But I do not like sarees. Not on me, at least. The gauche  rather artistically challenged me, does not know how to drape a saree into  a beautiful poetry. Suffice it to say that when I wear a saree, I look older and more badly dressed than usual. So I prefer to wear salwar-kurtas which require no effort at all.

But I was forced to wear sarees, not one but three of them in the same day.  Tell me the rationale behind this. I am not the bride, nor am I bride's mother, nor am I groom's mother. Then why should I wear 3 heavy sarees on the same day. When the bride is garlanding the groom, why should all the women who sit around should wear heavy sarees and be perspiring? To be reminded of the fact that, this is how their current (add suitable expletive adjective here) life started?

But still all my courage loses its teeth when encountered by in laws, all the six of them with their offsprings. And when they are wearing beautiful sarees, with nice jewellery and also looking terrific in them, I dare not look like an odd man  woman out. So I did try my best to look good in a saree. And was not very successful.

I am sure  men who are against women achievers, must have invented sarees. So that they spend half their life time, in choosing a saree with right color, right border and right pallu, and then choosing a blouse material which matches this saree in its shade at least 99.9% and a petticoat which should also be of similar color, and then getting these things stitched. And most importantly stand in front of mirror and select which saree may match the occasion, mentally imagining what person A, person B and person C might be wearing and how can one outshine - literally,  them? This person must be one sexist @#@@@. (no, no not mail id, but use strongest expletive you would like to use)

With saree occupying  most of their waking hours thus, how will a person find any time to do more important works like blogging, stumbling and visiting facebook?

So dear ladies, let us all ban sarees and decide to wear anything but saree for any occasion. A salwar-kurta, a frock, a jeans and shirt or even a night gown. How about that? You might say, I am saying it as the fox complained of sour grapes, but believe me, ban sarees and you will thank me in the long run.

P.S. : I did it!!!  In the next nephew in law's  marriage, on the second day, I did wear a salwar kurta. And people were not shocked at all. Do you say, by now they are used to my quirky habits?

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