you have visited a distant relative after a long-long time, in your hand has been thrust the thick photo album, now your ordeal begins. not only are you supposed to react to each photograph, but also ask who he/she is. show interest in what's happening in the photograph, listen patiently to the anecdote that follows and smile to the joke. if there's a kid in the photograph you are supposed to say how chweet, declare whether he/she looks like his/her mother or father. and if it's a marriage album then you keep seeing the same pose, just the props around the bride and groom keep changing. if your sense in jewellery is a bit developed, then you may find something to interest you. but somehow the jewellery wearing rule in marriages is, the chunkier the better.
that reminds me of my visit to PP Jewellers in Karol Bagh. my friend and i went exploring the Karol Bagh mkt. we chanced upon the over advertised PP jewellers showroom. so we stepped in. such heavy and tasteless neckpieces, i havent seen anything worse. there's was also a shilpa shetty there, madame tussads style, decked in jewellery.
that brings me back to photographs. there was also an age where i secretly tore away all my photographs, those were the pimply, confused, expanding, teenage days. i like flipping through black and white photographs. they have an antique feel to them. there's this family friend of ours whose drawing room is quite a visual treat. there are framed black and white photographs of his grandfather, great grandfather, and great great grandfather. being a muslim family, the ancestors had real long names. the teenage daughters of the family have a tough time remembering each of their names. obviously, whoever visits them for the first time is bound to ask, yeh photo mein kaun hai? and not being able to remember their forefathers' name is the biggest crime they could commit. that's not what i think, but that's how their father does.
and not to miss photographs, you are at a wedding, reception. your plate is full, with a portion of each of the dishes, and you are about to mouth the biggest morsel of your life..........click. you know how it feels.
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You know what..and thats an honest confession, the more I read your posts, I increasingly get a feel as if Im reading some accomplished short story writer in the Indian context - fiction! I really like the underlying thought it leaves you with above those situational incidents in life! And as usual you leave me craving for more of them!
that is quite a complement. thank you musings.
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