If you’ve ever been to a Catholic communion party, you would know that its celebrated exactly like a wedding!!..the same traditions of a bridal gown, the cermonial entry – accompanied by throwin of confetti,a wedding march, cutting the cake, first dance..bla bla..im sure u get the picture..

It had been a long time since i’d been to a party, so i did what i usually do at times like these-look inconspicuous! which seemed to work, for sometime atleast like when they had the first set of waltz dances (thank goodness!!)

but then..these darn MCs!! It seems they take great pleasure in dragging you out to the center floor, ike this MC in particular who dragged me every single time after that..

 

Today was one of those days where God showed me His sense of humor :O)

 

I was once again dragged onto the stage when they were calling 10 young ladies.By now i was tired of resisting.

 I thought it would be a silly game, and I was being a good sport.My sister and a friend were dragged too, so i was not exactly alone.Standing there center-stage with 9 other women wasn’t exactly frightening,but something about the mischeiveous glint in the MC’s eyes scared me..What was he upto???

 

Satisfied that there were 10 victims on tage, the MC then announces.. “I want all the ladies to to get me a  gentleman’s belt”

 

For an instant i froze…the next instant i look around me..and everyone’s vanished!!!! I almost fainted with panic..when it struck me ‘ Aveena, you’re dad’s a gentleman too you know (of sorts..lol)”

so I rushed to my dad’s seat and wouldn’t you know it, he wasnt to be seen anywhere.I gave up and slowly sneaked to where my seat was hoping nobody would notice me dropping out of the game..only to find my seat taken by two adorable, dashing young men-aged 7 and 9.

 

The 9 year-old points to the 7 year-old and says “He has a belt”

 

And I was like ‘WHAT!’…I immediately brushed off the suggestion.It was ridiculous!I tried to grab a chair from nearby and sit down inconspicously, but the MC announces..”I want all the 10 women on stage with the belts”

 

Darn those MCs!!

 

I looked back at the little kid..considering..’I couldn’t take his belt!!wouldn’t be a criminal offence!?wouldnt i get arrested?!”

However, amusingly it seemed the little kid really wanted to offer me his belt.He isnsisted i take it!

After hearing the third call from the MC again i banished all my second thoughts,gulped down my fear and on confirming with the little kid that his pants wouldn’t fall off and recieving a sweet smile in response,I took his belt on stage.

On reaching the stage , I noticed that the 10 women had been reduced to 8, including me..Obviously Anrica and my friend had disappeared off the scene!’why did I have to be so honest!?’

‘Great now I’d be the laughing stock!getting a little kid’s belt.I felt like a fool! I wished I was a bit forward enough like the other 7 women and had the courage to ask a GUY for his belt!

 

My thoughts were inyterrupted with the MC then saying that the next step in the game was that the women should bring the gentlemen onto the stage

 

Would my embarassment never end!!! Now I would be seen on stage holding a tiny belt belonging to a litttle kid who probably couldnt even tie his shoe lace by himself!!

 

I rushed to the boy,who offered me the sweetest smile which melted my heart and with all the courage and dignity I could muster, I escorted him onto the dance floor waiting for the whoops of laughter I was sure I would recieve.

But, there were none!

 

I didnt have time to think further,because the MC then announces that the next step would be that the girl then put on the belt for the gentleman.

 

NEVER IN MY LIFE HAVE I HEAVED A BIGGER SIGH OF RELIEF

 

Thank God I was honest.Thank God I wasn’t forward like the other girls.Thank God I didnt ask any of the young guys out there for their belts and most of all thank God for the little kid..

 I quickly got down to one knee and simply intsructed him to keep turning as I put the belt on him.Obviously, I was the first to finish that task. By then the little kid had really won my heart..

 

The MC then said that the final task  was to DANCE with the escort.. and the best dancing couple would be chosen as the winning couple.

 My heart sank!Please God, let it not be a waltz!Imagine how awkward that would look! The heights of embarassment!!

 

Thankfully God heard my prayer..as I heard a fast number being played in the back ground..

 So there i was dancing with this little Prince Charming. I had to keep up with him..cause it was obvious that dancing to him meant using the entire dance floor space.By then, I just let myself go free and wild,become a little kid again. I actually noticed my partner was quite good looking for a 7 year old.This guy was a sure shot heart throb of the future.

I came to know my prince charming’s name was Allan.. We talked for a while about his school,play time, hobbies…he was sooo cute!!

 

In the end..Allan and myself didnt win the prize..but I didnt care.

 I was convinced that we made the cutest couple…and that I would never for a long time to come forget my little prince charming- Allan