To Be or Who to be, Tonight!

Something that i'd written a long time ago, and thought i had lost.. :|


Dinner’s served and quite a grand one it is. While your friends can’t stop talking about how badly they want to dance their woes away into the night (and possibly into terribly painful morning-aftertoes), you are hardly paying attention! And who can blame you for it? The phone just chimed angrily and reminded (almost reprimanded) you that its already twenty minutes past the time when you should have been in your Channel (or its look-alike to say the least) outfit, smugly having fitted into your Manolo Blahnik (didn’t the guy at Sarojini market assure you they were originals!!). But lo and behold you are in your faded pair of shorts and that tattered, but supremely comfortable tank top (still!!) you secretly wished you never had to get out of. But wishful thinking set aside it is high time you made that crucial decision; the party will pick up steam in just another hour and you still haven’t set your mind on whether to be, or ‘who’ to be tonight!


As you grope through dinner your mind is furiously trying to remember (and the hash that you just finished smoking isn’t helping!!) the ‘in’ party-wear tips the last issue of Cosmo asserted upon you, as well as what Anusha thoughtfully decided were ‘the biggest faux pas in party-wear’ in her 15 minutes of un-missable fashion advice for the season on MTV! Through this entire painful dilemma, a faint voice inside your head squeaks ‘can’t you just wear your favourite pair of jeans and a tee and get done with it? It’s so much easier to dance in them anyway!’ But as soon as your conscious mind realizes the evil scheming your subconscious mind has been up to (which is good enough to make you a social outcast in your ‘oh-so-cool’ party circuit) you quickly proceed to strangle that voice and get back to your endeavours of remembering (or at least trying to) what your fashion gods spelled as the do’s and don’ts of fashion are, it gets some people like me thinking.


Back in those days when people still romanticized the rain, when having a good time was not
synonymous with drinking, or better still, drugging yourself silly and passing out in the effort, when VH1 and MTV did not rule our wardrobes (and practically every other avenue in our lives!), wasn’t clothing meant to be comfortable and reflect who we really are! But turns out as time and television would have it, it is quite the opposite, for most people at least (some like me who are the direct descendants of the Gods of Laziness, couldn’t still be bothered!)


The spring-summer collections, the fall line, the little black dress, Victoria’s many secrets, retro reminiscing, the gypsy look, the rugged punk effect, and more or less the “I’m not me, but I’m what the latest trend this season says I should be” look seems to have had perpetrated not only our wardrobes but also our sense of being. (Personal Note: By ‘our’ I strictly mean the specific groups of fashionista or wannabe fashionista at least, who, with their limited mental capacity, cannot imagine how life was before ‘Zara’).


The sad part is that it is they who are in the majority and make their sane counterparts who didn’t know if there was a sale going on in Zara, look foolish and outdated. But what the hell, why can’t you just leave the gypsy look to the gypsies and get back to your room with pink walls adorned with even pink-er hearts and oversized self-portraits and call your best friend and bitch about how Sharmaji’s son winked (aka glanced in passing) at you while you were in the elevator! Ok, removing the traces of sarcasm that you may have thought I have been harbouring, all I am trying to say is that if you are this lill girl who likes to wear a pink hairband with a pink dress and don a pretty pair of pink pumps you shouldn’t have to wear silver studded leather jackets, slashed tops, and clunky-cool footwear just coz its ‘in’. What’s in today is not tomorrow and that only leaves you with the option of changing who you are each time a Wendell Rodricks, and fancies a new line of clothing. So, every time you are overpowered by an urge to adulate your fashion diva and his/her style statement remember he/she gets paid millions to adorn those ridiculous outfits while you only may end up ridiculing yourself...and well, if your fashion idol is Lady Gaga, “God save you”!!!