Purple Feathers, Darling Nuns, Shopaholics & New Beginnings

Last Friday had me sleeping a bit late due to extreme excitement over my first shopping excursion for the wedding.

Something Special in Bandra is a DIY bride’s dream & maybe the groomsmen & the men from my bridal party’s nightmare. I shall reveal nothing more than two words – purple feathers.

Mom and I wrapped up with Something Special and I don’t know what compelled me, but I was pulled towards my school or more specifically the nuns who were so much a part of my childhood. I was unable to meet my old principal but as I was nervously jotting down a note to her, I met the terror of my boarding school days.

Said terror was the resident nurse and the choir mistress. If you were sick, you were huffed at for falling sick. If you were not sick, you were huffed at for causing general inconvenience. If you had a good voice, you had to attend interminable singing practices. If you couldn’t croak well, you were banished to the spare voices section.

Us girls would find ourselves in quite a pickle when in the presence of the terror.

So imagine my surprise when said terror gives me the biggest bear hug in mankind’s history and greets me like I’ve come home. It made me quite sappy to tell the truth.

Easter dresses beckoned me though and so I had to leave the good nuns for the nonce with promises to return soon for more reminiscing. Luck had it that I found the perfect dress in the first shop itself. I am so darn pleased with it, that I am planning on wearing it on the day my Second Banns are read in church.

The next day continued in very much the same vein. After a lot of waiting and coaxing I got to watch Confessions of a Shopaholic with three absolutely, divinely, stylish girls.

From frame one onwards, I was captivated. I forgot all about my cheese popcorn. I forgot about everything except a theatre full of beautiful women who let go of the world for an hour or two, the purple galoshes , coats, dresses, heels and purple everything, three women who loved to shop and always have a better-than-good time and Sophie Kinsella’s magical, funny story.

The adrenaline was gushing and I was incredibly high on a fabulous weekend spent with family, friends and cousins. So I ended the night with a thorough soaking in Temptations at Bandra and spread some Britney Spears ‘love’. On a side note, they really ought to chuck them old CDs out from the jukebox!


Aside and apart from everything else, this has been a fitting last week to an old year and an old life.

Sukaala to the new year! Gudi Padva abhinandan.


3 thoughts on “Purple Feathers, Darling Nuns, Shopaholics & New Beginnings

  1. OHMYGOD YOU’re from SJC!!!!!!!!!! that’s how I know u…. I was one batch younger to you.you know natasha/marlene/gale/varsha/anya/etc? i was that batch..I know you’re from simi’s/shilpika’s batch..sorry gurl but what’s ur name again??? & I love your blog… very inspired by your snippets!

  2. Wow… This is really terrific! Thank you and welcome here Nisha 😀

    Marlene, Varsha and you as well are actually from the batch before mine. I was with Aqshata, Roxanne and the rest of the jingbang. And my name’s Reena.

    Also, congrats on your engagement and impending marriage. For the gown, you could try the tailors at Try Me on Hill Road (Opp. Globus) in Bandra. I have given mine to Noreen in Khar though. She is one of the reputed bridal gown tailors in Bombay. Please hurry with your gown though, ‘coz the good tailors usually close bookings by August. Same goes for other wedding vendors (decorators, MCs, caterers, DJs, etc.).

    Let me know if you need any help.

  3. Hey,

    I loved you write up 🙂 Needed a help though. I am trying hard to find Noreens no. Could you pass it on to me if you have it.


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