nidhit, April 11, 2002 at 4:03:26 PM CEST

An afternoon with Shahab Durazi

THis is my favourite post because I am completely a clothes person. Shahab is one of the men I very strongly admire and whom I was thrilled to interview...

Also, this was the first time, I blew away my entire salary at one shot. A recklessness, I never though I was capable of.

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What does a girl do when she is down in the dumps. She shops. I did the same. Only that Saturday afternoon really tested my capabilities. Yes, after three months of "I've got to watch what I spend", I finally cut loose. The fights, the anger, the pain... everything was a blur as I found myself standing in Ensemble with Shahab Durazi's latest collection all around me. An Indian compared to Armani, I have looked longingly as a kid at pictures of his powder pink jackets and feminine suits. Mom had promised me one then.

The clothes were divine. Pale peach saris, grey and white pin tucked cholis, black jackets.... shimmer, crystals, french seams -- all flawlessly finished. In the next three hours, I blew up an entire month's salary on a jacket, trousers and a bustier. Three hours of wondering where I would wear it, my sensible side duelling with the impulsive one. Though, what I bought made me feel like a million dollars.

But the experience was maybe like that of Emma Harte in A Woman of Substance. Never thought I would identify so strongly with it, till a snooty sales girl at Ensemble asked me, "Maam, are you buying this?" pointing to a 4,000 odd bustier I was patiently clutching as I waited for someone to attend to me. "Are you going to pay for it?"

I could understand her impatience... anyone would. Standing in casuals amidst coiffured women sipping wine, caviar and smoked salmon, I don't think I looked like the buying kind. The impatience showed as she took my measurements. Suddenly I didn't just want the bustier. I added trousers, and a jacket.... and I bought it. No other designer might have helped me lossen my purse stringes so easily as SD.

Shama Makki helped me make up mind. Shahab's assistant, she pintucked the bustier, held the trouser till I could enjoy the feeling of owning one of his creations. We got talking about Shahab, the designer... and how the jacket was an investment. Then, I found that she was from Pune, knew mom.... and the world just seemed such a small place.

It was strange. To first feel alien in those surroundings, then to enjoy the thrill of owning a Shahab Durazi... and to ask myself wld i really wear it anywhere? Would it just lie in my closet waiting for an occasion... Well, I hope not!

Its tough to explain to Mom, Dad, and even Dheeraj what prompted me doing what I did. Maybe, sometimes, clothes speak another language. A very expensive, impulsive one in this case...

I might have to spend the next one month living on love and fresh air. But I don't regret my impulse. Surprises me, that somewhere along those piles of gadget brochures and evenings spent discussing finances.... there is still an impulsive woman in me. I thought my practical side had won. It hasn't:)

And I was a big girl now. I had bought myself my first Shahab Durazi... with hopefully many more to come!

syl, April 11, 2002 at 4:01:45 PM CEST

Syl

Blogging in itself has been a great experience for me, but it only seems to get better !! I'm glad to be a part of this site.....

I love reading .............also love scribbling stuff.......... music .........Collecting quotes..................I enjoy being in tune with nature.........

Most of all, I love an argument for the sake of it, not to mention the stimulation it offers the mind ....perhaps it is this propensity that has something to do with my attraction for the comments section of the blogs :)

I believe in or rather would like to believe in what Somerset Maugham said 'It's a funny thing about life, if you refuse to accept anything but the best, you very often get it"

I hope to contribute my little bit on this blog, but for those who can't have enough of me, here's the ideal place to visit !!

nidhit, April 11, 2002 at 3:21:21 PM CEST

I. Me. My Sunshine.

This comes from something I read once which has become the motto of my life: 'I am the Sunshine of my life'

I am like a lot of interesting poems I have read, still untitled. Still finding myself, still thinking about my choices, still letting go of old hurts and still finding new meanings in what I do.

Oscillating between dreams and reality, my blog is about that 22 year old who still loves candy floss and carnations, and maybe lost somewhere in those Net Guide articles, electricty bills and the ordinary business of life...

But somewhere my rose tinted glasses still exist... And yes, sometimes life is still about magic...

ab, April 11, 2002 at 11:05:41 AM CEST

Thought for the day...

I was just reading the response to my "Not another baby!" post and wondering, 'What if a whole generation of Indians', say aged between 25-35 stopped having kids.

Say the government came down with a BAN on this age group. If you have a kid against their wishes they'll take it away and give it to a less populated country like say... Australia!

I think it's a great idea.

Now don't flame me, okay? It's just an idea and you have a right to disagree!

Or come up with a better solution.

C'mon, after all we are the people who are leading the country into the new ERA, a BRAVE NEW WORLD. Ahem.

ab, April 11, 2002 at 10:57:23 AM CEST

What do I do??

Anand, another problem. What do I have to do to make the link on the right (my name, y'know) become red in colour. I have created a topic called 'anita'. Now what?? Why isn't the damn thing showing as an active link?

:(

ashok, April 11, 2002 at 9:37:22 AM CEST

Mistaken identity ends up with battered shoe!

Bomb squad mistakes a man's electrical shoes for a bomb. And then, to be sure it is not, blows it up. I sure wouldn't have wanted to be in those shoes!

sesha, April 11, 2002 at 7:16:06 AM CEST

Blog of the day.

Since nobody else will notice, I might as well as indulge myself. I ( yes me ) have been selected as blog of the day as can be seen here. Taaliyaan :)