A prospective bride and some ice cream. |
Thank you, Kitti the Red-Nosed Feline , for the awardicon! Indian words - Shrota/Shrotao (Listener/listeners); Sari (single piece garment worn by women); Zari (golden lace); Pallu (end of the sari, over the shoulder); Chhokri (girl); Bakri (lamb); Nani (maternal grandma) WARDROBE MALFUNCTION Listen, dear shrotao And you shall hear my tale of woe. It happened when I was twenty-one And it wasn’t too much fun. I’m talking of my cousin’s wedding day Being next in line, I was ON DISPLAY. Wearing my Mom’s own wedding sari, Purple, with heavy gold zari. “A pin on the pallu,” I pleaded – in vain “A pin on the pleats!” Again, no bargain. Me, in royal purpleness Was going to spend the day PINLESS. To top it all, and the mind reels My feet were pushed in to high heels! So that’s Sonali age twenty-one And she wasn’t having too much fun. Heavy sari, not a pin High heels that cut the skin. Now she had to pass the test Be a young lady at her demure best. She had to impress the movers and shakers She had to catch the eye of the MATCHMAKERS!! Remember – NO pin on pallu, No pin on pleat High heels on reluctant feet. “Take this ice cream on a platter Help the groom’s aunt grow a bit fatter.” Bravely clutching a silver tray Sonali limped on her way. The heat was hot – sweltering The ice cream, it was MELTERING She plodded on till she saw A very senior aunt-in-law. Sonali to herself: Now be nice! “Please partake of this cream of ice!” The aunt-in-law was unrelenting “Take it, please, it is melting!” But aunt wanted to test the chhokri Is this a meek little bakri? She made her beg, made her plead “Take the ice cream, do a good deed!” Remember – no pin on pallu No pin on pleat And high heels on reluctant feet. “Take the ice cream, it is so yummy Very cooling for your tummy!” I mentioned it was hot, didn’t I? Did I tell you of the fan nearby? Well, as fans are known to do It caught sight of an unpinned pallu. “O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay! With this pallu I can play!” Before she could say DON’T, PLEASE At her back was a healthy breeze. There was a pallu on a platter Aunty’s face was ice cream splatter. Mom’s precious wedding sari Soaked in vanilla ‘n’ strawberry In high heels Sonali couldn’t even run A total wardrobe malfunction. Aunt-in-law’s face a-dripping Purple pallu playfully pipping Sonali, gasping and tripping What needed leaving? What needed gripping? Dear shrota, I can’t tell you Who or what came to my rescue. My mind is blank about many a minute Understandable, INNIT? When the mist cleared from my head I was safely home in bed. And Nani was saying – “You were the bsst It seems you have passed the test. Aunt-in-law had the grace To put you on a ‘prospective brides’ data base. So don’t cry over spilt ice cream It may still lead you to a dream!” No pin on pallu, no pin on pleat In high heels it was quite a feat! I recite this poem at:
NOTE: The matchmaking tradition is still alive and kicking in India, though in many urban areas, it is now modernised, like on online matchmaking websites. |