Pretty it is !!!

Hiiiiii !!! Hope u guys are doing great. I have been feeling really dumb and bored. Not much activity in blogsville. In search of solace, i switched on the television. Nothing to interest me there too. Then, i sat down with my library book. Twisting and turning, i managed to read about 30 pages and then, i began to feel hungry. I moved to the fridge, only to find some veggies, ketchup, milk bikis, salt biscuits and many others that again least caught my attention. Rasgulla was also finished (exclusively by me) the very day it was bought. Another can of rasgulla would probably mean, cleaning up the wardrobe!!! For heaven's sake, pardon me from that.


As i was looking around the house, imagining, if anyone in this world would be as hopelessly idle as me, a mind picture burst out of thin air like a bubble - I saw myself dressed up like a clown and scratching my head!!! Sometimes, just like great ideas flash during the course of one's bath (quoted out of personal experience!!! Eurekhaaaaa!!!), ideas also erupt when you scratch your head. And it did !!!!


I rushed to the cupboard and took out the stock of old photographs. Within a few minutes, i could feel my excitement and thrill flush out. For sometime, i felt i was busier than the busiet business man in town. I was sitting in the middle of a whole pile of albums, like a kid left alone with a whole store of toys. Finally, i managed to get the pics i wanted - my fancy dress and school play photographs!!!



That was when i was in class 3. I was one among the 101 Dalmations in our school's annual celebrations. We were one big crowd and i can bet that the real Dalmations would have been easier to manage than us!!! :)



This was for our school's triennial project. I had to enact as a mother of a new born kid, whose naming ceremony was being performed. My teachers discovered that i could speak, only when they heard me protest for this role!!! The sari kept slipping my waist even when my mom had pinned up every fold with pins.



This was for a Krishna Bhajan in my uncle's place. Casually, i returned from school to enjoy with my cousins without any intervention from the elders. Little did i realise what was in store when i returned. My uncle and aunty lifted me and got me into this costume(i'm the one to the right). I stood there like a dumbo holding the flute (trying to cover up my tumy that kept peeping out) while my other cousin got to sit with the veena in her hand. I was literally cursing her that day.


That has been my encounter with fancy dress and plays. Have you guys any such adventures to share too????