Like a never-ending enigma, the currently prevailing brouhaha about a mere nine yards of shiny fabric often brings the brains of our dear guys down to a state of a plate of Maggi (Read: utter and ultimate confusion).
Us girls, never wait and care to explain why we bother about "THE saree" as much as we do. Probably because we're too busy thinking about matching heels, but whatever.
Dearest counterparts, it's not just an ordinary piece of cloth. It's THE saree, THE farewell saree, a first for most of us, and special for all. Farewell, for us Indians, is our own personal Senior Prom, and nothing can hold back the horses when the girls get to shopping for it. It's not our fault. We are not THAT self-obsessed, conceited, narcissistic, but we just wanna look our best. (And of course, some wanna grab the 'Miss Evening' sash, but that's another story).
Every little girl dreams of being the Prom Queen once in her life. We all wanna glitter and glow as we sashay down the carpets, and we want to make it grand. Never mind the pain that goes into hours and hours of turning the town upside down searching for the one we want, THE perfect saree each girl has set in her mind, envisioned for the day. You must appreciate the effort that goes into endless trials of heels to go with it, and sleepless nights in case someone else bought the same piece. There's breakback Googling of designs and styles, and prolonged calls to the designer. Some keep the colour a secret, others go about singing praises of their best buy till date. Undoubtedly, "THE saree" becomes the most-discussed-analysed-debated topic among the girls for at least a month before the farewell. We bore our moms to death chatting about it on and on. We try our boyfriends' patience by not telling them the colour. Daddy gets sick of all the squealing about the pretty saree, and little sister would rather send it back to the shop and get a night of good sleep.
We? We aren't gonna stop talking about it until we wear it on D-Day and realise the other girl still got a better one.
I should shut up because I know guys still won't get why we fret that much. But admit it, you wouldn't bother attending the farewell if we didn't. :P
As for me, I took half an hour to buy my saree, and another half for heels. Now all I do is sit back and relax, thinking, "That was, by Jove, a pretty bargain." And if you ask me, I'll even show you how it looks. :P
