Noun
Meaning: Chaos
Origin: Punjabi
Usage: O siappa!! (Oh fuck!)
Saturday went by in a blurr, all of us were in 'low sleep high adrenaline' state. This blog should have been written on saturday night, but i was dealing with a lot of happy chaos..
We reached Amritsar in the morning at 9 AM on Saturday and were recieved in a grand way by the "kudiwalas" (kudi=ladki)
Soon we were breaking our fast and then a lot of people were planning to go to the Golden Temple. I thought i should also take a dip in the rich culture of the town and decided to go there and dragged Ambuj along.
I chose to wear a cotton suit with super heavy danglings. I was looking rather okay for a change and was very pleased with myself. When we came down to leave for the temple at 12 noon, i was briefed that i have been charged with the responsibility of maintaing peace and harmony between two different groups of extended family. Siappa!
We reached GT to find a huge line of people waiting and i was painfully reminded of the huge weight on my ears. I cursed myself for having been dumb enough to dress up for a temple visit ( m rolling my eyes right now). Before we could march ahead to our goal, i got a work bad news call. Siappa!
Grumpy is the only word i can use to describe my mood at the time we were entering the premises of the temple. Ambuj and i decided to not enter the inner sanctum because none of us felt like it. After earning looks ranging from surprise to amusement to pity from all our companions, we sat near the kund waiting for them. I kept regretting the sleep i could have caught up on had i not come at all.
We got back around 2 in the afti and then had a long lunch, where people kept joining our table at regular intervals making it impossible to politely excuse ourselves and get some sleep. Finally we got to our room at 3:15 and i was informed that i had to go for "getting ready" at 4:30 as the event was to start at 7, and me being family needed to be there before time. Siappa!
After an unsuccessful power nap, I reached lakme for getting ready at 5ish- i was sleep deprived and hence very disgruntled. The hair stylist was the first indication of the impending doom. She curled all my hair despite my telling her that i would not look good. She was somehow bent upon making me look like a squat toad. I finally let her do what she wanted because my mom told me that we should let the experts decide sometimes. She was happy, put some rollers in my head and shipped me to the makeup guy. He sounded ok, but when i got up from his station i was looking like the Cheshire cat. Siappa!
When the rollers in my hair came off, i had an actual panic attack. The stylist forgot all her technique and advice and straightened my hair to thie normal state. Now i was just a cheshire cat, not a frankensteinian experiment.
By the time i reached the hotel i had met more people who, like me, while miserable themselves were doling out consolatory praises for the other victims of the beauty industry. I reasoned that i am making too much of it, i will be ok...
Meaning: Chaos
Origin: Punjabi
Usage: O siappa!! (Oh fuck!)
Saturday went by in a blurr, all of us were in 'low sleep high adrenaline' state. This blog should have been written on saturday night, but i was dealing with a lot of happy chaos..
We reached Amritsar in the morning at 9 AM on Saturday and were recieved in a grand way by the "kudiwalas" (kudi=ladki)
Soon we were breaking our fast and then a lot of people were planning to go to the Golden Temple. I thought i should also take a dip in the rich culture of the town and decided to go there and dragged Ambuj along.
I chose to wear a cotton suit with super heavy danglings. I was looking rather okay for a change and was very pleased with myself. When we came down to leave for the temple at 12 noon, i was briefed that i have been charged with the responsibility of maintaing peace and harmony between two different groups of extended family. Siappa!
We reached GT to find a huge line of people waiting and i was painfully reminded of the huge weight on my ears. I cursed myself for having been dumb enough to dress up for a temple visit ( m rolling my eyes right now). Before we could march ahead to our goal, i got a work bad news call. Siappa!
Grumpy is the only word i can use to describe my mood at the time we were entering the premises of the temple. Ambuj and i decided to not enter the inner sanctum because none of us felt like it. After earning looks ranging from surprise to amusement to pity from all our companions, we sat near the kund waiting for them. I kept regretting the sleep i could have caught up on had i not come at all.
We got back around 2 in the afti and then had a long lunch, where people kept joining our table at regular intervals making it impossible to politely excuse ourselves and get some sleep. Finally we got to our room at 3:15 and i was informed that i had to go for "getting ready" at 4:30 as the event was to start at 7, and me being family needed to be there before time. Siappa!
After an unsuccessful power nap, I reached lakme for getting ready at 5ish- i was sleep deprived and hence very disgruntled. The hair stylist was the first indication of the impending doom. She curled all my hair despite my telling her that i would not look good. She was somehow bent upon making me look like a squat toad. I finally let her do what she wanted because my mom told me that we should let the experts decide sometimes. She was happy, put some rollers in my head and shipped me to the makeup guy. He sounded ok, but when i got up from his station i was looking like the Cheshire cat. Siappa!
When the rollers in my hair came off, i had an actual panic attack. The stylist forgot all her technique and advice and straightened my hair to thie normal state. Now i was just a cheshire cat, not a frankensteinian experiment.
By the time i reached the hotel i had met more people who, like me, while miserable themselves were doling out consolatory praises for the other victims of the beauty industry. I reasoned that i am making too much of it, i will be ok...
My brothers however, took a different view and made sure that i did not forget my misfortune in a hurry. I was subjected to comments, sniggers, advise on how to dunk my face in water all throughout the evening. Siappa!
Even the groom who was having an especially bad case of nerves, took his time commenting on the drawbacks of excessive use of makeup.
The function started at 8 PM. It ended by 2 AM. When i reached my bed i dint collapse like i thought i would. I made a beeline to my mom for some rehashing of who said what to whom, and who did what.. She booted me out at 3 and i went to sleep :)
The function started at 8 PM. It ended by 2 AM. When i reached my bed i dint collapse like i thought i would. I made a beeline to my mom for some rehashing of who said what to whom, and who did what.. She booted me out at 3 and i went to sleep :)
Thanks for teaching us a new word ;)
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