Those of you who know me are probably thinking, “wtf?!?” Well, let me explain. This past weekend was my cousin’s wedding. Not any cousin. This is someone who has been close to me forever. So, I had to look great. Well, I didn’t really plan to go to a salon to get my hair done and it was my sister-in-law who convinced me that I should get my hair done, for the 2 big events. Well, if you know anything about Desi weddings, it’s jam packed. Activity after activity after activity. It’s basically like this: get ready (make-up, clothing, hair, jewelry), go to event, eat/socialize, drive home in a hurry and redo it with different clothes etc and repeat over and over and over for the weekend. Well, if hair is at a salon, I had some logistics to consider.
If I were at home, I could get dressed and then do my hair and makeup. At a salon, I had to wear my elaborate decorative clothes and then get hair done and come home to do make up. Well, after the events of the morning, my sister-in-law and I drove straight to the salon. We were 10 minutes late. We had to change to our next outfits. Well, my outfit was a sharara (a blouse and a long skirt). Running late and all, I just put the blouse on, and kept my pyjama pants on from the last outfit. It looked horrible. I felt like I was in my underwear. No one wears just their pyjama pants outside their own bedroom. It’s meant to be covered by the khameez. But I didn’t have a choice. I thought about it. My blouse covered my top and my beige pyjama pants didn’t really show anything. Just looked like I was in my underwear in public. You know what? I thought, screw this. I had to be at a wedding event on time. I couldn’t deal with yet another factor. So, I got ready wearing my decorative blouse and my beige pyjama pants. As I was getting my hair done, one of the other hair dressers said that my outfit looked beautiful. My sister-in-law looked at me and I gave her the look of “these people are clueless”. I was embarrassed but apparently all it took was a short decorative blouse to look beautiful. After I got my hair done, I had to wait in line to pay. Yes, I was still not wearing my decorative skirt and I was still in my beige pyjamas. Some of the women in line commented on how beautiful I looked. Seriously? I laughed in secret with my sister-in-law. I said that only in this country will I get away with wearing my pyjama pants (practically underwear) in public and get compliments. What is considered impolitic in this country? I’m not going there. The good news is that there weren’t any other desi folks there. Or I would have gotten stared down and who knows. A picture of this may have made rounds in India with the tagline of how Indians go bad in America! Oh well. C’est la vie. It all worked out at the end. I got home to finish my make up and my sister-in-laws make up and rush back to the next event. Had no time in between. I guess compromises are made. I just made some personal compromises and showed up in public in my underwear!
Best to you all,