The 18th March Project – Post 4

I travel by public transport. The Metro, to be more precise. In the mornings I prefer to travel in Gold class. It’s the cabin at the front or rear of the train that has better-cushioned seats, folding tables on the backs of some seats and costs double the regular fare.

I get out at Union, one of the interchange stations, and make my way with possibly hundreds of others from the Creek platform to the UAE Exchange platform. I’m usually among the first on the escalator because the Gold class disembarkation area is very close to it and the stairs to the Concourse.

I’ve been doing this regularly for at least a year. Watching people go up the stairs or the escalator from the Creek platform to the concourse is what inspired the analogy.

I began to see the similarity between this daily struggle, and Life.

If you have certain advantages – money, or position – it’s easier for you to get on the escalator and ascend faster.

There are those who through sheer will power will climb the stairs and beat those who get on the escalator before them.

There are those who get on the escalator and do not wish to add their own steam to the kinetic energy of the escalator, propelling them upwards. They couldn’t care less about the people who come after; they will even block the way, not through any malice, but just because they aren’t using their brains nor are they aware of the world around them.

At some point there are so many of these people of the escalator that taking the stairs actually becomes the quicker option.

And isn’t the world just so much like that?

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The 18th March Project – Post 3

I’ve been a bridesmaid once and a maid of honour once, and I’ve attended several weddings in various capacities, so I naturally feel my vast experience allows me to pass on some advice to those who come after…

  1. Don’t try to out bride-zilla the bride.

It is not your day.

It is her day.

If she wants to stay up till all hours of the night making takeaways or photo-booth props, do not engage.

Calmly tell her you will do it, and then get her to go sleep.

She’ll need it.

  1. You are allowed to shout at the bride if she hasn’t eaten or kept herself hydrated.

Because you are not going to carry her if she faints.

3. Pockets.

Or a bag.

Make sure you convince the bride to let you carry or wear something you can stuff band aid, bob pins, tissue to swab the makeup and sweat from your faces, makeup for touch-ups post-swabbing, biscuits, scissors, needle and thread, your phone (and hers) in.

Groomsmen’s pockets can’t hold as much as you need. Trust me on that.

  1. If you can’t help out as much as you would like to –or she needs you to – be upfront about it.

Tempers tend to run high around weddings, so if you flake on your promises, it will be remembered.

Hell hath no fury like a bride-to-be let down.

  1. Be at the wedding for her.

I don’t mean don’t have any fun, or stick to her like a leech.

Be present and ready to do whatever is needed- there are a million things to do that you won’t even remember the next day, but that will all contribute to making her day (and by extension, the groom’s)

Fluff the dress. Dance near enough for the photos to look amazing, but not so near that the groom isn’t visible. Carry the veil. Frown at the people who want to wish them while they’re enjoying themselves on the dance floor. Orchestrate shots of the dress and shoes and bouquet and all the other little pieces of the wedding symphony. Protect them from whiny relatives – they’ll have to deal with that soon enough, and for the rest of their lives together.

  1. Wear comfortable shoes.

Much love and heartiest congratulations to A + R, who recently – only last week – tied the knot there’s no untying.