Friday, October 14, 2016


If life were a painting
It would be a coffee shop 
And you my dear friend 
Would walk in with a smile
Wearing only the brightest colours
Driving me into another verbal frenzy

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Friday, September 9, 2016

The Basics

What is it about the basics that draws so many people, commoners and celebrities, alike? 

According to me, it is about a lot of things. Firstly, who can ever go wrong with blacks and whites and greys and nudes? Secondly, if done right, an outfit made of only basics can look very classy and at times even expensive. Also, you can always use your black tights or white tops with so many things. 

Some say that basics make you look predictable. Maybe, yes, but isn't it good predictable? And red lips go the best with basics. One can also throw on their most eccentric scarves or boots with basics and chances are, it may look great.

So, this outfit is all about basics. Hope you guys are doing great. Have a great weekend. Please follow me on GFC and Facebook and Instagram if you like reading the blog.

 Outfit Details: Shirt: Primark, Shorts: Vero Moda, Boots: Carlton London

Friday, August 26, 2016

Come Out In The Open

I am sitting on a chair outside a shopping mall. I see people - some well dressed, others not so - moving in and out of the mall. I hear them talking, laughing, walking in silence. One thing that I have grown up doing is observing people.

And I see a pregnant lady walking towards me, she sits on the chair and makes a call to her friend. "There is nothing in this whole goddamn city that I can wear and look nice," she says. I, who was just going through my Facebook wall with posts with headlines like 'From Blake Lively To Kareena Kapoor, we bring you the best of pregnancy style, get confused.' Is it really the case? Sadly, it is. At least in India. 

Almost a week later I read that Sonia Rykiel, the French fashion designer has died. Rykiel was not just a fashion designer. She was a fashion designer who changed the rules of the game.

When Rykiel was carrying her second child, she could barely find maternity clothing that she would like. All she saw was clothes that screamed shame and apology. So Rykiel designed her own outfit. Needless to say, it was not even remotely apologetic.

“I wanted to show the world how happy I was,” she said. “My mother-in-law was scandalized, but my friends asked how they could find one like it.”

So, there you go. Someone simply  needs to start it. Others will follow suit, sooner or later. May Rykiel's soul rest in peace. And may, we, as a generation, too realise that it is time we stop hiding and come out in the open and celebrate, wearing good clothes, of course.

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Friday, August 12, 2016

Stop Texting

I am aware of the fact that the headline may have caught you off-guard. I know. It has got nothing to do with fashion. But since this blog is the only place where I, at times, get to write what I want to write, I would take this opportunity to talk about something that is nothing less than an epidemic.

I have come across Facebook statuses wherein people have shared pictures or animated creatives saying, please don't call me. Text me instead. At times there are pictures of a scared person with words, "Why are they calling me!" What is worse is that people take pride in posting such pictures.

There are a few things in this world that scare me more than anything else. Texting while driving is one of them. And this habit of only texting is another. I know. Readers may think, what's the big deal in that. Texting or calling, or meeting in person, it is the communication that matters. But is that the case?

How do you know who is texting you? Well, you may know so from the way they usually text, the pauses, the way they use or not use smileys when they get surprised or sad or bored. After a while, we know how our friends text us. But what happened to the good old talking? What happened to that warmth that came with the sound of your loved one's voice? The way someone's voice changed when they were happy or sad or excited or not brought two people close like nothing else did. It still does.

I find the whole texting phenomenon scary because it gives people an eerily comfortable hallway to just run and escape, tools for the shrewd people to manipulate and the naives to get manipulated. More often than not, no one really knows who is lying, or is expressing more or less than what they feel.

And I am not exaggerating when I say that I hardly find people who can talk now. People sit with their friends  but  are texting others. When they sit with others, they text their friends with who they met last weekend. Do you see a pattern? Talking - a once upon a time activity - is getting more and more difficult with every passing day, and this, my good readers, is indeed scary.

Outfit details: t-shirt: Forever 21, Shorts: Done by None (Old), Bag: Lino Perros, Sandals: Ginger, Bracelets: Gifted by Mehak Mann

Friday, July 29, 2016

Too Many Blacks

Whenever I clean my closet, I am reminded of the fact that I have too many black and white things and that I should stop buying them, like right now. And most of the times, I end up buying them without even trying. Because you see I do try to fight those feelings... No, I don't want that, I have not worn the last black thing I bought...So, if something manages to eclipse all of those feeling, it usually looks too good to be not spent money on.

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Friday, July 8, 2016

Dream Flowers

At times I see these dreams. Dreams that take me to an unknown place, with trees and I see a meadow that seems endless. The flowers on the sides are usually purple, in fact they are purple at all times. I can hear the sound of a stream and of birds calling each other.

Then I see a little girl enjoying the sunset, her hair shining golden against the dying red glow of the sun. She seems to be happy and I get a feeling she comes here often. "That is a lucky girl," I think. As I walk up to her, she looks back and smiles. And we sit together, watching the sky change layers of colours.

I don't know what wakes me up, but every time I see this dream, I feel so good. And this time, I feel lucky that I don't really have to travel to make any effort to see something that beautiful. It's all inside. Beautiful dreams are blessings. 

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Saturday, June 25, 2016

Not Influenced For Long

When Lady Diana died, the Time magazine came up with an edition dedicated to her. The entire magazine was filled with Lady Diana's pictures, every next picture being more beautiful than the previous one. 

I have a few regrets in life. One of them is that I lost that magazine. But the pictures are still fresh in my head. In one of them, Lady Diana wore a pair of white dungarees. I never expected to see a princess in overalls, but there she was, rocking those dungarees with a grace that is hard to describe.

Then I grew up to see Kajol in dungarees in "Kuch Kuch Hota Hai". At that time, the piece of clothing was synonymous to being a loser, at least in my head, because she never got the guy until she ditched those overalls. I know, it's sad, but we all know how movies influence kids in subtle ways. 

I was not influenced for long though. I have an unending, ever increasing, really mushy, at times creepy - because I associate it with my previous life - love affair with everything denim. I first paired it with a white tee and I looked like a kid, then I went for this red top and it looked a bit femine, and I am not much into the feminines. So I am not entirely happy with the outcome. But here it is.

So this is another summer staple I wanted to talk about. More in the next post. I know I have not been posting every Friday lately. But every alternate Friday is very much on. Anyway, you guys have a great weekend. Please follow me on GFC and Facebook and Instagram.