Fashion & its Emosanal Atyachar
I have been a tomboy all my life. I can never remember myself playing with dolls, I always wanted books. I also liked to climb the trees in the neighborhood with a water bottle slung on the shoulder and a book tucked into the belt of my shorts, so that I could enjoy my book in relative peace and quiet. The problems I faced were many
1. A pesky and nosy brother
2. A mother who was very feminine
3. My own (rather unfortunate) tendency of losing myself in the book which led to two
sad fall outs
a) Me losing track of time which had the entire colony running search parties for me
b) Me losing my balance and falling down
Ma would treat me like her personal doll, her muse was Bollywood and at various ages, depending on the leading actress she liked, my attire and hair style underwent a change. I have sported front fringes like Sadhana, crimped and wavy hair or pony tails like Mumtaz and Sharmila Tagore, and she would have loved to iron my naturally wavy hair to give me a Zeenat Aman look. All I wanted was to go grunge like Joan Baez.
It was easy, all I had to do was finger comb my hair and wear a shirt and jeans. Our clashes could have rivalled the bitterest board room battles. Then mercifully I went to college and hostel. I heaved a sigh of relief and I suspect she gave up too.
Sigh!!!! I dont even know how to tie a sari, and have yet to master the art of applying eye make up. I guess if I survived 50 years without learning it, another twenty or so can also go by. Besides beauty parlours love me .... I have been known to go to them before any important social event, conference, office meet and get my make up done and saree tied.
Vibhuti asked me to do a guest post, and I wondered what to write. I remembered her profile pics on Facebook.
Vibz darling, Ma would have loved you. You are quite the fashionista, and I love your profile pics.
Yup! All 75 of them :D, :P:.
What is more, the camera loves you.
I am so in awe of you.