Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Fashion Fiesta...Or Not

I read somewhere that once in a while you should try doing things you are not so good at. I twisted it a bit & thought why not write a post about something that I am surely in awe of & something that always escapes my wardrobe & the way I end up looking at any time of the day/event/occasion - FASHION!

I grew up as a total tomboy, spent most of my non-school time with my brothers & their friends doing what guys play. Infact came adolescent & I even accompanied them to the the neighborhoods where the dainty divas of their respective hearts lived, about whom they pined & I listened attentively, even feigned sometimes. So, amidst playing football & getting soaked in the muck, & other such guy things, I grew up totally unaware of the one fact that had my girl-friends in frenzy. I remember them peering gleefully at magazines, figuring out in the not so great fashion magazines the dress they wanted to wear for our farewell or other socials in school. Though my home-town hardly provided you with all the brands & designs that the glossy magazines covered so well in the almost perfect model figures. My friends did what they could, ofcourse we did have great tailors with expertise in stitching whatever you asked of them. I always ended up in a stupid baggy jeans & a stupider T-shirt, which I ofcourse found really classy at that time. So, fashion was something which did not enter my dictionary till I got ticked off many a times during my +2 by my more dazzling class-mates, who hated the very earth I walked on, leave apart the clothes I wore. Even my own sister sometimes, disowned me in social gatherings, making a not so pretty face with her otherwise heavenly face, pleading me to borrow something from her wardrobe. My mom & dad had a great time during all this, I never complained on what they bought me for birthdays, & other occasions for which they thought a new dress was necessary. Infact, I gave them complete control, as I never accompanied them while they shopped for me. I was far too happy to be left alone from the heap of clothes from which I was supposed to choose one.

Came college & I was still stuck to my jeans & t-shirts. I was sent to Pune & ofcourse having the privilege of being a city close by to Mumbai, it had all its girls look so perfect. I remember the day I shifted from my local guardians house to my college hostel. My room-mates willingly came out to help me with my luggage, but all I had, I had carried it all to the room with me - a suitcase & a typical bedding role (whatever it was called). Their surprise was something I enjoyed watching :)
I almost passed the three years in Pune without many people bothering to correct me in my dressing, except for the few occasions where I got a crash course in one of the night dorms. My girl-friends adored me for the small-town things I had in me & a great friend that I always had been (brags), & the rest of the times were taken care of by books, I had discovered them right then, life was utopia for me. So many of my class-mates ignored me taking me to be some sort of a wanna be nerd or something, since I didn't really look the part, no overly sticky hair, no glasses, just the out of trend clothes...but I managed to keep a low-profile in their eyes.

Years passed post-grad happened naturally the baggy was replaced by straight-fit but yet not low-waist, the loose & over-sized t shirts got shorter & fit me. With some help of close-friends & my ex-roomie, I did manage to gather a few nice looking stuff, but yet, I failed the course majorly when it came to doing your hair, make-up, & the rest. Ofcourse work happened, the clothes got a bit better, I discovered kohl, face powder, gloss & what not, but the hair still remains limp & hung back, face still a nude. Ofcourse, my heart skips a beat when I see girls around me in office with perfectly ironed trendy clothes, out of the world pointy shoes, perfectly done face....& I wonder why couldn't I be as perfect as them for even a day?Sigh...

10 comments:

Potato said...

who in the name of foock says that clothes maketh a man?? or in this case woman....who cares about clothes or make up...its what is inside that matters my dear...i would rather have a genuine intelligent person with no sense of style as a friend rather than a fasionista dunderhead

plus anyway nudism is the way to go :-)

wasted said...

@ Potato - not that I disagree with the philosophy, but sometimes the heart longs for what it does not have :)

Potato said...

yes i know about that sentiment quite well, but you think you don't have fashion sense based on what other people say, if i tell you that you have very good fashion sense, will that change your mind?

Potato said...

my point is that it really shouldn't matter what other people's opinion about something...what matters is what you think of something...whatever you like and wear and feel comfy in...thats your style...simples

plus as i said...nudism is the thing

wasted said...

@ Potato - again a presumption. I never said, I go by what other ppl say Fashion is. But sometimes, when I see for myself someone is dressed up far too well, the heart (mine in this case) desires it too

Potato said...

2nd and last para...the overwhelming sense is that you failed

wasted said...

@ Potato - that's how my friends behaved...which was a lot of fun & attention for me...didn't mean to show any sense of failure or anything...

Mea Culpa said...

I know what you mean. Those dainty, primly dressed females in our office make it a darn sight for ppl like us to dress up! But then, many guys walk up to me and say "Man, that Runa, she is a babe. She is HOT!" :)
Isn't disarming beauty the best?!

wasted said...

@ Mea Culpa - Thanks. The Divas do catch my eye once in a while & leave me gasping...but nothing more really.

Also, oh man I really want to know who those ppl are, all this while I thought ppl are scared of me. But yes disarming beauty is indeed the best.

INVENT URSELF said...

u know those women who r too much fashion oriented may bcome centre of attraction but thats only for few moments...
ppl ll respect u more for wats inside ur brain...than anythin else..and ll be frndly wid u more than them...
its always better to be a lil imperfect...( in case u think so..)...than to be being perfect and being lonely most of d times...