Where Fashion At?

I am obsessed with eras bygone. Particularly, how women dressed and what fashion dictated in the eras bygone. It’s fun and illuminating to study how fashion manipulates choices and how those choices ended up tweaking behaviors and outlooks, hence, bringing about a change. I am absolutely oversimplifying history here, but please don’t tell me that shift dresses of 1920s, miniskirts of 1960s and Bohemia of 1970s did not influence the Suffragette movement or the Vietnam wars or the free love going about. It probably didn’t, but they sure were there to witness it. That’s a long disclaimer and might lead me to digress from the point I want to bring up, which is, what is my era going to look like to a fashion dweeb in 2065?

Runway trends have been kidnapped and we forgot to pay the ransom. Now, they are dead. What was it that lead us to here? Is it the power of the internet and the information age catapulting us forward than any other previous generation to only sit back to view photographs of eras bygone, nostalgic for something we didn’t even experience first hand? Is it the fatigue from a technological revolution outpacing our needs, world politics throwing us in a tizz that we crave for the simplicity of items, tried and tested by our mothers and grand-mothers and their mothers? It could also have been the financial crisis of 2008 that helped in the rise of fashion bloggers, DIY culture, shopping vintage and re-appropriating fashion. It’s very much is a result of all of these factors combined.

This leads us to the present where the fashion industry is going through major changes in the way it does business. The traditional model of business in fashion started from the couturiers of Paris dictating the “new” shape, color, texture and detail depending upon the technological innovation at the time in the fields of textiles, dyes, machineries to the Royalties of France, these “trends” would then travel to America from where it would trickle down for the consumption of the commoners. This model hardly changed over time, except for two factors. First, New York, London and Milan joined Paris as influential centers around which the fashion industry revolved. Second, the time span for a trend to be dictated and travel down the rungs of society to become ubiquitous kept becoming shorter and shorter primarily because of industrialization, innovation in mass production, availability of cheap labor in countries such as India (Hi!), Bangladesh, China, Mexico.  and now the internet manipulating consumer behavior.

The “see now, buy now” business model that designers have been adopting for the past seasons is a direct reaction to the power of the information age. You have images from the runway circulating on social media, blogs, websites within seconds, saturating all platforms and boring the consumer before the styles even hit the stores (not good for business). I am not even getting into the knock-offs produced at a lightening fast speed by high street brands. All of these in turn, have turned the fashion scene on its head. We aren’t chasing trends anymore. At least the consumer is not. This decade so far has been heralded as the era of personal style, where everything goes, no rules, you do you. It’s the era of the weirdos who have all of the options. They wear ruffles, sequins, athletic gear, psychedelic colors, holographic metallics, distressed tees, poplin shirts, slip dresses, sometimes all together. Coupled with the desire to not be homogenized, uphold the individuality. It’s the consumer who is pushing the boundaries by questioning the rules of style, questioning whether it’s necessary to wear a shirt like a shirt, because it can also make for a cute skirt or an off-the-shoulder top. It’s the consumer that the designers in Paris, Milan, London and New York are taking cues from. You can see it in Demna Gvasalia’s approach for Balenciaga, or Alexander Wang’s decade long career or Marc Jacobs since forever. It’s trickling upwards more so than any other decade. Bringing me back to the wonders of the information age, without which there wouldn’t be any personal fashion blogs, street style blogs, Instagram, Snapchat or Pinterest. In other words, there wouldn’t be the democratization of the fashion industry.

So what does the dweeb of 2065 make of all these?


To my brother

I grew up with an elder brother which affected me more than anything else that I can think of. Now, I don’t know how my life would have turned out had I been a single child or had an elder sister or was the elder child myself. But I sense things wouldn’t have been any better. Firstly, you are pampered when you are the younger child and I was pampered. Secondly, everything about me is either directly or indirectly influenced by him. No, scratch that, everything good or interesting about me comes from him. He introduced me to everything that was good about the time we were growing up – Cartoon Cartoons, Nickelodeon, Terminator 2 – The Judgement Day, travel shows, comic books, Linkin Park, Pokemon, Harry Potter. The whole of the popular culture that’s nerdy. No complaints.

As a kid, I harbored a strong sense of sibling jealousy. Mostly because I am a jealous person and partly because he was the golden boy. With siblings it’s never all smooth ever, the starting is always rough. Kids are selfish by nature, and putting a second child in the picture tends to bring about a lot of chaos. And it was very chaotic. Quarreling, beating, biting, ripping his books, pulling my hair, complaining to mum. Destroying everything he has, reading his diaries. Him not sharing anything in return. Not talking for days. He taking away a huge chunk of anything that’s delicious on my plate. I crying for anything he has and when he gives that up, losing interest in it. Making a fit over whose school is better. Him punching my nose and almost breaking it.

It was terrible and kind of fun too.

But deep down I wanted to be him. Do everything he does and the way he does it. He was what I looked up to. He taught me how to draw, and I still remember he showed me two different ways of drawing grasses and he taught me how to color neatly and inside the lines. When I read his diaries, I thought it was so cool to keep a diary and I wanted to do that. So, indirectly inspiring me to write. His compliments meant the world to me. But during my middle school years, there was this gap where we found each other excessively annoying and would break into a fight for almost anything. We barely talked during the time. But somehow, in my junior year of high school we connected again. I don’t remember exactly when and how, we opened to each other about relationships, the opposite gender and he gave me a 101 on sex. And I have been open about everything to him ever since. Be it any problem I face with my family, at college, with friends and with basic handling of life. It’s nice to know that whatever a fuck up of a situation I have at hand, I have someone to talk it out with someone who is not a total dunce. And doesn’t charge me 5 grand per session. His compliments mean a lot more than the world to me now.

So, here’s to siblings. They know us better and understand us better because they know where we are coming from. The bond of blood is rather strong so no matter what, you can always fall back on it and they are there reminding you of the safety of home. And they will be there when you need to leave home too.



Lessons That You Need But Don’t Deserve

I made a Dark Knight reference up there. And it may or may not have any significance in this article. So sometime back, I stumbled upon a realization, and by sometime back I meant to kid you there, I talk about it all the time – that it has been exactly half a decade that I have been single. Hell, right now, I could run for Mayor if single people had their own city. Seriously though, 5 years – half a decade, however you put it, it still sounds ominous. I will go sit in the corner for a while now.
I’m back, and ready to turn the situation upside down and dole out the only thing I have, pseudo sense of having wisdom. Woohoo! Ain’t that an upside? So gather around and I will walk you through the nitty-gritty of how to not be noticed by anyone and remain secluded and single. For-EVER.

  1. Kill your social life. Mingling with the outside world, pfftt, who needs that? In fact take it to a whole new level where you make yourself a myth, your existence is called upon question and people can only ever confirm sightings – in the virtual world.
  2. Think that you are ugly because, self-esteem sucks. This may be a little difficult first, but then with constant practice anyone can achieve this. Think it enough and you will believe it. Remember, tearing down your self-esteem is the first step to bringing down the self-confidence. Confidence is supposed to be sexy; you need to avoid that to attain the goal here.
  3. Have a list of qualities you look for in the sex you prefer and would like to mate with. Make it as precise and lengthy as you can. Though this may sound easy to you on the get go, but it actually isn’t. You think “Smart, funny, chivalrous” is a hard combination to crack, you must be kidding yourself. You need to go deep to ensure proper protection – think “Can survive the Hunger Games, needs to be a high-functioning sociopath with looks befitting a self-satisfied Adonis also with farts that smell like lavender and baby cream.” Ha! Try breaking that, person of opposite sex I would like to mate with.
  4. Another no-brainer, don’t ever put on display all the awesome qualities you think you possess. Think you are funny? Think you are really intelligent and charming? Think you need to boast that you know everything about Harry Potter and indulge in raunch-filled fan-fiction? You think wrong. Stay quiet and don’t try to pull any stunt. That might draw attention to you.
  5. Do not meet new people. This is crucial, I know this sort of comes under the first point, but this is so important I have to stress on it particularly. Meeting new people will give you a chance that you may fancy someone, worse, someone may fancy you. If we wanted that to happen, you and me wouldn’t be here discussing this and going through it point by point and making lists, ok! So, no new people. Ever.
  6. In case you do, first thing, have a mental image of me shaking my head and just walking out the door. You are a lost cause, it’s like you don’t even want to be here. But suppose you couldn’t help it and it was somehow forced upon you to come into such contact, I understand. I will walk you through it so that you can come out of this miserable situation. First, work yourself up a little bit. Tensed you will always perform better in situation such as this. This takes care of the “first impression.” With the situation under your control, take out your mental list of qualities we discussed in point 3. Obviously, this mere mortal can’t stand up to it even if they give up their left arm. Laugh on their face, do your best evil laugh and walk away. Just walk away.

So, this should cover you fair and well. If anyone still has a problem and seems to attract someone, call me up, man. We can plan how to get you out of it or get them out of the scene. If you know what I mean.
I meant to take them down or kill them off from the story.
Whatever fits.

Image courtesy: Cyanide and Happiness, you fucker.

I’m Back, Bitches

This blog is officially 2 years old! My baby is 2!!

And had it been a real baby, it would have died. Because its diaper wouldn’t have been changed, it wouldn’t have been fed, bathed or burped for a month. But I needed to take a month off from writing anything to put few things into perspective. I don’t know how I come up with these things, how the fuck is not writing going to put things in perspective? I suppose the reason I gave myself was that there are too many things in my plate with having falling out with friends, a part-time job of which I was fired for giving in crappy work, investing too much of my mind thinking about non-existent problems and convincing that there was one. Also, way too much college work. And for the first time, I really want to work. But then I missed writing and made up post title in my head and never wrote them out, so eventually losing all of those ideas.

So, on the occasion of this blog going two, I think I should share my wisdom with you. Because I got some wisdom in me. Which needs sharing.

  1. Carry a notebook and a pen. Make it pretty, which will urge you to carry it around and thrust it infront of your friend’s face like “I got a cute notebook.” This is important because then you can write down all of your brilliant thoughts that inevitably cross your mind when you are in class, when you are pooping, when you are half-asleep at 3:39 A.M.
  2. Force yourself to write down your amazing thought at 3:39 A.M. when you are half asleep.
  3. Listen to good music, watch a lot of movies and read. Do all of them and don’t constrict yourself to timelines. Old, new, see them all. This makes you a culturally more learned person by telling you new stories. And you learn to accept different point of views and know your own voice when you react to them. For example, I know had I been a killer I would be a merciless one someday because I was fascinated by American Psycho and Game of Thrones’ bloodbath.
    It will also help you make a lot of pop culture reference and keep you relatable.
  4. Don’t get sucked in while doing the above and constrict your physical presence in this world. Make plans with your friends, go out and explore the world you live. Sure, you may not be living say in New York or Paris, but find the special thing in the town you live.
  5. Hanging out with other people also gives you a chance to know someone else’s story, which as a wannabe writer I find very helpful. Most of my fictional attempts have been about other’s experience through my own imagination. It also helps you get better in communicating your thoughts and makes you wittier.
  6. Don’t hide away your talents. Maybe you initially fear that people might think that you suck at your first try, but you know what, people don’t really care. People have their own shit to do to care about you, that’s the truth. So, you don’t have anything to lose. Hence, attempt away my friend.
  7. Write a lot. Write a journal, write about mundane things. Talent is like a sword which you can use to do really cool moves once you master it. And to master it you need to practice a lot. Don’t let the sword rust and keep the pointy end pointy.
  8. This is more of a life lesson, but when you spot a frenemy in your life who inexplicably brings you down, makes you feel small randomly, gives you back-hand compliments and somehow just sort of sucks away your joy little by little till you notice. Cut them off.
    And when find yourself liking someone, romantically or unromantically, tell them how much you just love all of their awesomeness. Compliment them and mean it. Let them know you complete them
  1. Lists are stupid and overdone. Don’t do them.

I’m Feelin’ Like Some Wishin’

Did you know that dancing like crazy, even if you are actually alone, to some dope mix pumps a lot of blood to your brain? I can feel that because my face is throbbing! Who knew that! And since I am in the best mood – my blood’s pumping, my face is throbbing and I’ve got some real nice track laid down, I’ll write down a wish list! *And take little dance breaks in between!* Here it goes now, in no particular order:

– To get real wasted, super high – the happy kind, and dance like crazy like I just did now, but you know with people around. And this is a weird choice to top a wish list, I know that. But I have never gotten like really, really high. Mostly because I don’t like alcohol, unless I’m shooting ’em. And also I’m super conscious of myself. All the time. So yep, I really wanna loosen up and get down and dirty!

– To watch all the movies in the AFI 100 and IMdB 250 list. All of them. So far I have only watched 18 from the AFI list and 64 from IMdB. Which is pretty measly. So, yep, I wish to watch all the movies. And, btw, these lists are great, they have the best of movies in them and I haven’t yet watched a movie off the list and been disappointed. So you could give this a try!

– Have lots a pillows. More than what I need. Just a buttload of pillows.

– I’d like to have an apartment with a library and a hammock and a secret room. Which is totally do-able btw. 43 Insanely Cool Remodeling Ideas For Your Home – So I have always had a 2 a.m. friend. A 2 a.m. friend, btw, is a friend whom you can call/text/message at 2 a.m. or till 2 a.m. and beyond and you have really good conversation, with no “ummmm, what else?” moment in between. I have always had one – in school, in my first year of college, in fact, till few weeks back, I still had one. But well, falling out. You can’t really help that. So yeah, now I don’t have one. And I’d really like one. Because now it’s just me sitting infront of my laptop till 2 a.m. and being creepy. Not good.

– A bathtub. No idea why most Indians don’t have this. This is the best thing about a bathroom.

– Learn to Salsa. Salsa is sexy, don’t you think Salsa is sexy? I think Salsa is just wonderfully sexy!

– Go to Darjeeling. This December. With my gang. I have a gang!

– Stop being the side-kick in my own movie. Ever felt like in your own head, you aren’t the leading lady of the movie that is your life? I feel that a LOT. I’d like to not feel it. I’ve got to work on some shit here.

– Get a Tough Girl Leather Jacket. Faux. I can feel tough without killing a cow. So that.

– Ok, this is one is for the road. So when I am like 60, if I stay alive till then that is, I’d like to have like all white-hair. Snow white hair. Like Dumbledore’s beard. White hair is just so regal and elegant. Like Dumbledore’s beard.

– To get called “Kid.” Yep, it’s a Casablanca thing.

– Eat Cotton Candy flavoured Ice-Cream. And I have a feeling this might just come true. Tomorrow!

And that’s it. My concise detailed list of wishes. Till next time, I’m stayin’ alive and you stay fancy! *wink*

*Irrelevant, but extremely cute baby pic, just for you*

Photo Courtesy: Picture of the cool secret room – Joshua Lawrence Studios INC Picture of the extremely cute baby – Brandon Stanton, Human of New York

One of Those No Good, Very Bad Days

It was a fine day. And even if it wasn’t, it would be, when I would use all the money I made last month, freelancing as much as I could, to buy clothes! And shoes! And stuff. Okay fine, I didn’t have that much but I could very well treat myself to a little shopping. All in all, it was going to be a good day. I wore my cute shorts and paired it with my cute top and even though I needed my bigger back-pack, I still got the cute one that co-ordinated with everything so well. You should always look good when you want to treat yourself, that’s my #3 rule. And I had the cash tucked away safely into the little pockets you have in your wallet for credit cards. I was equipped for my mission!

All was well, and my class ended pretty early. Either that or I didn’t attend the last class, who remembers? I was on my way home to drop a few bulky assignments at my room. Then off to shopping. I got on the auto- rickshaw, and my phone rings. It’s from Flipkart! Yipee! My book order came through! Now I have books to read and new stuff to wear! I swear I don’t need anything else, not even a hunky and adorable guy who just gets me!

But when things seemed to take a turn for the awesome, my spidey sense triggered off. I am missing something, I am sure I am missing something. I ruffle through my bag, and as I would have it, I am missing my wallet – which had my voter ID card, my ATM card and the entire cash I was going to spend. And I don’t even have change to pay off the rickshaw guy. Panic! I get down at the nearest stop and let the guy know – dude, no monies. He looks at me weird, obviously, and drives off while I am sitting on the pavement fervently looking through my bag. Maybe the purse is playing peek-a-boo. Maybe.

Which wasn’t the case. So I pick up my stuff, and walk back to college. As fast as I can. If I lose my ATM card, that’s it. I’m dead. My dad wouldn’t stand for this new bullshit. And what about the Voter ID card? That’s another hassle. Without that no one’s gonna believe I’m 21 next year. Bye bye bar entry. I had noticed it was drizzling, but I was too flustered to stop. Water from Sky, you can’t stop me today!

Guess the Water from Sky took it as a challenge, so even though it was sunny as fuck, it started pouring and I hadn’t even made it halfway. I take shelter at a hospital that comes on the way. I figure this may take a while, and I keep getting more nervous. My common sense kicked in, and I decided to call a friend to look out for my wallet and keep it safely with him till I reach… “You have insufficient balance to make a call. Please recharge your balance to make this call.” FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!

This is surreal. This is not happening. I look around, maybe someone will lent their phone. But I couldn’t muster the courage to ask a stranger for their phone and just kept nervously ticking and cursing everyone since the dawn of time.

Twenty minutes or so, the rain slowed down to a drizzle and I walked as fast as I could. After a good ten to fifteen minutes later, my leg smeared in mud and my cute shorts stained, my cute top wet with rain and sweat, I reach my college. I run to my class and heave a sigh of relief when I see my filthy lime green and pink tribal printed wallet lying quietly on the table. I jump around a little.

Run down the stairs and get the next auto-rickshaw. I am happy again! Things will be good again.

Soon enough, I reach my stop. I take my wallet. Open it. Take out the change, hand it to the guy. Stop in my tracks… Reopen my wallet… Check it… Check it once again… Check it thrice… I had the voter ID card, the ATM card, 80 bucks in loose change. But it was missing… Someone stole my freelance money.

P.S. My order got screwed up, so I didn’t have the books either.

Today Was NOT A Fairytale

Lol haha funny pics / pictures / President Snow / Hunger Games Humor / Catching Fire / School / Couples / SO TRUE!!

So one time I saw this guy I had a fling with. He was with another girl, allegedly his new girlfriend. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, considering I was the one who blew him off. But it still mattered. Mattered enough to bulldoze my heart out flat. Maybe because I suddenly realized the things I lost out on when I turned my back on the aforementioned guy. But I am extremely certain it was because they looked really happy. And I am not. And if there’s anything I hate more than not being happy is having to look at happy couples.

They are the worst, oblivious to the world and just glowing with happiness in their bubble of champagne and liquid chocolate, trying to validate each others existence through co-dependence. Or something. And it’s obviously worse, if you are just standing there thinking you could have been in that bubble. But no. He was just too boring for you, you interesting unicorn. 

But its okay. Its alright. Maybe one of these days it may just happen for you. Although reality would contradict that. You obviously don’t have your shit together. You still think what random strangers think about your physical appearance triumphs over what your near and dear ones think about the real person inside you. You hold grudges and you are superficial. You strive to find that mythical perfection in others when neither do you give someone time to get comfortable with you or are the so called epitome of perfection yourself. You still don’t respect yourself enough for you to cut out people who don’t respect you.

You need to take yourself seriously. You need to stop being so deprecating of yourself and try to become the mature, level-headed individual you want to be with. And moreover, you’ve got to stop looking for it, because you are only going to look in all the wrong corners and kiss frogs who are going to turn into princes for others and not you. But mostly, you have stopped loving yourself which needs to be stopped.