Ena - Day 33
Ena: Alright, blah! Today is boring, or – to be more accurate – today I am boring. Boring pants, boring top, boring accessories,…boring, boring, boring. In particular on this boring day, I am so bored with my boring hair that I want to rip it right out of its boring roots. That would definitely not be boring. I should do it. Maybe I will.
I suppose that today’s lone high note is my shiny patent leather mary-jane flats which, though I quite like them, I have not worn in quite a while (because I am boring) and which I am very excited to start wearing again. We have been so busy at work for the past month that I have had very little time to peruse my favorite fashion blogs in search of inspiration – work can be terribly inconvenient sometimes – and my wardrobe is beginning to feel…well, more boring.
Bina and I have just made tentative plans for a thrift-shop outing this weekend and I do hope that we make it happen and that we are able to find some pieces to spice up our wardrobes as well as our attitudes. One other thing that I hope to accomplish this week – which is why I am including it in this post – is to place a call to the Los Angeles Public Library inquiring about their volunteer opportunities, something I have been meaning to do for a long time. I am hoping that my fear of disappointing all five of our readers will help me complete my task and save myself from my boring life.
Bina - Day 33
Bina: The sweater I’m wearing today was a gift from one of my many cousins. I call her Didi which means “older sister” in Hindi. I really like my new sweater, especially because it was given to me with such love.
I was on my way to my first Tahitian dance class today (more on that later) when I returned a call to Didi. She wanted to tell me about something her 9-yr old son, Abhi, said about me. He calls me Masi which loosely translates to “Second Mother.” I love this boy. He’s one of the biggest lights of my life, and he’s such a sweetheart! I had called him over Christmas break in Texas to make plans, and when he hung up with me, he promptly turned to his Mom and announced, “I’ve got a date with Masi – better pick up some flowers!” Too cute. I don’t know where he gets it, but he’s teaching my Dad a thing or two. Upon learning about Abhi’s chivalry via Facebook – God bless the internet – he returned home from a shopping excursion with flowers for both me and my mother! This is very out of character; I had to check to see if he had a fever. Needless to say, my mother was elated at the surprising little gesture. Anyway, Didi wanted to share an anecdote with me about a conversation Abhi remembered from our “date.” Abhi had asked me if I was older or younger than one of our relatives who just had an arranged marriage in India. When I told him I was older, he seemed surprised and wanted to know why she got married before me. I tried to explain that people are different and I haven’t met the right person yet and I’m not in a rush to get married.
I guess he took that conversation to heart because the next day he told his mom, “Masi said she’s not in a rush to get married.” He had questions, and she tried to explain that most of our relatives had gotten arranged marriages, and that I wanted a “love marriage” which sometimes takes longer to find. He was still perplexed and said “But Masi doesn’t need a love marriage because we already love her.” Awwwww. (But I still don’t think I’ll be getting that arranged marriage.)
I had to hang up the phone to go into that Tahitian dance class I mentioned earlier. Holy. Crap. What a workout. It was like a freakin’ Shakira video up in there – nobody’s hips were lying about anything, they were just shaking and circling like crazy. I needed some discipline in my life and this is how I’ve decided to get it – twice a week, busting my ass at Nonosina Polynesia. I was inspired by my mother to sign up. In the last couple of years, she finally found her passion – Hula and Tahitian dance – and I’ve never seen her happier. It’s truly a beautiful, beautiful thing. Though I don’t know yet if Tahitian dance will be my new Passion, it’s definitely a step in the right direction. It felt really good to dance again. And I wasn’t too shabby for my first class. I got the Bollywood hips down; I can do this.