If anyone here is familiar with Hindu rituals, they’ll know that there are a lot of them. No exaggeration here, mind you. Lots and lots of them. Today is no different.
Today, one of my maternal uncles had a puja for his new home. Mom and I got there pretty late, when it was almost at an end, but I still got to watch a lot of it. And, once again, I was one of the only ones in something untraditional (a black lacy dress).
Festivities aside, the relatives. Lots and lots and lots! People I didn’t know existed, all coming in by the bucket load. My family just needs a chance to gather! Mom introducing me to people left and right, and I’m like, “Hi, hello, how do you do?” Ugh, I’m so tired. I’m just about ready to go home and wear my pajamas and sleep!
Need I mention my phone’s about to die? No? Well, it is about to die! I have no idea what I’ll do if it does. My cousins (first and second and god forbid third) are busy running around, playing god knows what. I would join in, but I’m not allowed physical exertion. And the reason as to why, makes for another blog post.
Anyways, had I worn something traditional, I would become the picture of an ideal Indian hindu girl. Haha! I have the orangy-red thread running around my wrist, and the mandatory orange teeka on my forehead.
I think that’s enough ranting on my part. I think I’ll take a leave! (Hahahahahaha basically means I’ll write another post in another twenty minutes.)
P.S.: For those who didn’t get a word of what I said, don’t worry. I am Indian, and a Hindu by religion. We have complicated traditions.