Ever since my childhood I believed in fairy tales and dream weddings where princes used to come on white horses, brides wore shimmery outfits and bridesmaids sang bridal chorus. In my Cinderella dreams when fairy God mother adorned me a blue gown and glass shoes, I used to wear a white sequined chiffon veil along with them, as I was so very fascinated about the concept of the Big Indian Wedding. That little dreamer in me was always keen in getting dressed in those voluptuous lehangas, sensuous dupattas and glittering jewellery as a bride wears in every other family wedding. I used to tell mom to bring me the smilar lehangas like my cousin’s and other relatives and she even pampered me with them.
But every fairy tale has a harsh twist or rather say, a wimpish turn. On that fateful day when a 7 year old me was dressed in a beautiful bride-look-a-like-attire on a family wedding, a neighborhood aunt called me a little dusky bride and laughed. No one in my family ever had made me realize that I was not as fair as other girl’s in the family. I was pampered by my parents as if I was the most beautiful girl in this universe. However, that aunt made fun of me by saying that no prince would ever marry me because of my dark complexion. And the irony of that day was that the bride was crying because she was leaving her home and I was crying being called ‘dark’ and a ‘not so perspective bride’.
That day, a dream was dealt with cruelty and ended up with harsh reality. 🙁 My fairytale was crushed under the cruel feet of colour-discrimination. I cried the whole night and to console me mom asked me to watch the YRF movie ‘Dil Wale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge’. She made me realize very tactfully how YRF dream bride Kajol looked the most beautiful bride in the movie despite being ‘dusky’ and ‘not so conventionally beautiful’. She even bought me a similar gold-peach lehanga Kajol adorned in that emotional yet timeless scene of the movie when [highlight]Simran (Kajol)[/highlight] dressed as a bride confesses her love for [highlight]Raj (Shah Rukh)[/highlight] in front of her father. I adorned that lehanga in 2000 as a 9 year old in the next family wedding and everyone appreciated me calling little Kajol.
[highlight]That was my emotional connect with a YRF dream bride…[/highlight]
From then on, my mom made me confident in my skin. She also made me realize that being brazen, brown and dusky shouldn’t demean one’s aura as it’s one’s inner beauty and confidence that radiates ultimately. Kudos to the YRF dream bride who no matter what skin color she has (the dusky beauties like [highlight]Kajol, Rani [/highlight]and [highlight]Bipasha[/highlight] or the fair ones like [highlight]Aishwarya, Kareena[/highlight] and [highlight]Katrina [/highlight]and many more…) always oozes out oomph.
I wish I could look the same beautiful bride like a YRF dream bride and possess an eclectic extravaganza that is a Diva’ni lehanga on my D-day that is yet to come and, to enchant my price-charming who is yet to arrive in the realm of my fairytales, fancies and finest clothing. ^_^
My journey of being confident, charismatic and beautiful from that demure, suppressed and under-confident girl makes me the perfect YRF dream bride who can set an example that every girl is beautiful in her skin no matter what complexion she has.
This blog post features a real life story which is also an entry to the YRF dream bride contest on Diva’ni facebook page in association with Yash Raj Films.