The Inside Of My Mind....

Day 2 and 3 at PFW

2010-01-21T18:13:00.000+05:30

Day 2 at the pune fashion was no different when it came to me dressing up. The same confusion, i-dont-have-clothes syndrome etc etc. I finally managed to wear an ash grey thick low waist short and snug BDB jacket with cherry red pumps and carried a red satin cluth with a dramatic bow. (I should really start clicking pictures!!) Kohl was my saving grace for the night and lots of shiny vanilla gloss for the pout. A silver star clip in my hair finished my look :)

The first show was a 11 year old designer called Prachi Badve. This girl left me awestruck with her understanding of fabric folds, intricate embellishments and drapes! Even though the clothes weren't my type, the little wonders vision blew my mind! And so well dressed herself! When I spoke to her i could not but wonder, when have I had such a sane and sensible conversation about clothes and colour?

Second show were new artists Vikrant and Jega, their theme was supposed to be monochrome but their usage of white was miniscule. No like! I dont think I liked anything else!

I expected better out of Salim Asgarally....but was left disapointed.

Anyways the after party at The Ship was cool. I was starving so much so that I could have eatedn paper! The rissotto and the pasta was heaven! Meeting with one of my best friend Reetika was fun. Though I could barely understand or comprehend what she said (tired you see) I was glad to have seen her after weeks!

Day 3

The excitement was killing me (in the most expressionless voice) hehehe this was an ad on MTV India where the channel hunt was on for VJ's this lame guy would come after every ad and in his monotonous voice go- The excitement is killing me- without any excitement of course! My sister Mana and I still laugh about it and is a very everyday lingo of ours.

Ok. Focus. Right. So, day three was super duper crowded. I wore my black and white checkered teeny tiny skirt with a jacket and stockings and grey sateen pumps. Very nice or so I thought. But the look I got left me thinking a) I had hit jackpot and people thought I'm pretty b) I went so wrong that they couldnt get over what i was wearing :(

So, it started with Shaina NC. I like Shaina's saris but for some reason, they were super duper Blingy! I liked some of them though. I liked the fact that she used a socialite and an entrepreneur from the city which gave it a personal touch.

Second and my favourite was Leepakshi. I LOVED LOVED and some more LOVED her stuff! I am a colour person and the hot pinks, canary yellows and reds and blue me away (pun intented!) A mix of Moulin Rouge, ultra feminine, lingerie-meets-a- and haute was all I could think of! The clothes screamed drama and I could feel my heart race at the Pink sheath...(yes the pink obsession still remains!) Loved the detail on the behind. A bow with bling...so cute!

last but not the least after being asked to re-enter (not sucha good idea for more than 400 people) Vikram Phadnis' grand finale was the end of PFW. His clothes were royal, rich and rawsome! (thats my scooby doo impression.) The bridal wear was awesome and OTT sindhur gave a superb touch. I liked.

And that was the end of PFW. Cant wait for some more of it. I'm happy I wasnt bitchy during this blog. I tried very hard :)

Pune Fashion Week

2010-01-17T13:47:00.002+05:30

I have been meaning to write some before this blog but I couldnt even think of writing it. I love being busy with something or the other. I figured thats the rush I love and I'm in my best elements. The PFW 'movement' as I like to call it, (since this is the first time it ever happened) broke barriers and has put Pune on the map of the fash-frat. A very proud moment when I sat on the seat to be the critic and converse about who was good, bad and ugly. Much before this I had anxiety attacks about what to wear (a common trait of any woman) I decided from denims and a crisp white shirt to a safe LBD to a funky kitsch purple number and all of them had some flaws or the other. I finally settled in for a lemon green sheath dress with a black and green border and black patent pumps. Since the cold in pune does not help even indoors, I threw a double breasted black jacket and I was all set to go. My minimal make up really helped as I saw some bleeding kohl eyes and red lipsticks (chuckle chuckle). I was greeted by my friend Satya who also is the brain child behind PFW and got a royal treatment thereafter. (I love being the PRESS!!) We started our critical examining of clothes and crowd from the time we entered and got lots to talk about. I'm listing the below (more chuckles)

# Teeny tiny cut offs with a long Tee, followed by a scrawny muffler and red puma chappels. The boy took my breath away and certainly not in a good way.

# Even though I do love the romantic goth, evil goth is something which is just wrong!

# Wearing black gladiator pumps on a yellow (read canary) dress is inviting trouble.

# Wearing a Tee to an event which your mommy got for you in the third std is so not cool! The Tee was awesome though. A glittery fishbone but the fish and the bone were separated cause of the s t r e t c h!! Ouch.

# Touchin' up your make up. very important if your wearing a matt lipstick. Lipstick residue on cracked lips. Not happening. (Mommy I'm scared!)

I missed the first show which was Nishka Lulla. But I love her collection and already had a jist of what was to follow. I loved Seema Singh's flirty yet fun attire with a retro theme. Moushmi Sanas' pink Sari had me cupid-struck-me-straight-in-the-heart love for it. I want! Archana Kocchar's rococo muriels blew my mind. Simple and Sexy. The drapes, the flow and the energy was awefum! Tres Bien!

# Since I am mentioning faux pas might as well mention...ahem mine. Hmm where do I start......

1. Crashed into a man. Check!

2. Turned and gave him an apologetic yet flirty smile. Check!

3. Forgot my name while talking to a cute guy while getting introduced to him. Check!

4. Kicked my shows off for a breather only to be seen by the cute guy (check faux pas number 2) Check!

5. Thought a sign board far away was the moon (In my defence: I wasnt wearing my specs!!!!!) Check!
6. Fell behind in the car when my friend raced the power in the car and spun outta the gate in front of many a spectators. Check!

This was day one. Apart from others faux pas as well as mine. I loved PFW

Yikesssss!!!!

2010-01-08T15:27:00.002+05:30

I know its wrong to critisize. very wrong. But I am a woman and thats my birthright! I write fashion, I breathe it and I live it. It took me time to know the rights and the wrongs of it but I know how I survived. Even before writing, I always have had an eye for detail. My long term memory amazes me sometimes but its just what i am good at (talkin very modestly here) Working at the busiest location in the city, everytime I take a break from writing, thinking et al; I go to the terrace where I let myself drift with the busy traffic, blaring horns, ten million people talking together etc..........

The view from the top lets me check the "what the hell were you thinking" wear of people below. My work place for example, women wear slinky trousers with real tight underwears!! Doesnt it hurt them?? The most common sight I hae noticed is the wrong fitting lingerie...I mean thats the basic!! If your fundamentals are wrong....your just wrong!! Wearing lace under a shirt is sexy according to me but let the look be sexy and not skanky when you keep pulling your bra from various sides!! ew! Underwears showing from your low waist jeans....uh uh...a big no no!! You have something known as a low waist undies!! or better dnt wear anything at all!! But wearing grandmother pants is not an option....certainly not a sane option under jeans....it bagages your butt and also looks ghastly when it folds up!

Another chica I have seen gives hideosity a new meaning! Tight t shirts with a big bust?? Ouchie! Tight t shirt are for washboard abs or a petite body. And then you complain about men looking at your chest?

Leggings with kurtas freak me out! I mean I get nightmares with them....leggings are like oh so sexy....but why such a big fabric to cover yourself up?? Also I have a thing against ill fitting jeans. They say it can take a whole life sometimes to find a jeans which is second skin. But there is a magical thing called alteration which can make even a baggy fits you snug.

Another aspect is fake stuff. I have no qualms with fakes but dont wear them like one! I have seen fake Tees of Mango and Abercrombie saying Man- Go! and Apple crombies (this cracked me up quite a bit)

Gucci actually goes Goochi. Oh yeah theres also FCUK on a holiday which literally goes FUCK!

Tch Tch! When will people learn.......

Overpartied~ Underslept~ Friends et al.....

2010-01-07T12:23:00.001+05:30

Whenever I keep cribbing about nothing interesting ever happens......its rushes towards me like a tidal wave and hits me in my stomach! Somehow I managed to get my routine in place and December arrived. Even though m' not complaining, the lack of sleep shows on my face! It was a reunion of god alone knows how many friends of course it spelt FUN! Devendra and Kautuki's wedding was the most awaited wedding since it was the first amongst best friends.....The dance practises, teaching people with at least 5 left feet, drives in the middle of the night, coffees, wines and dinner........whew!

My rooms a mess after walkin it in all my pretty clothes, the make up boxes scattered around, bangles, shoes blah blah all in the wrong places. I have a habit of stuffing everything in my closet so that ma is a little happy about the room being cles.... (angel's-halo-on-my-head smile). The worst was when everything crashed on my head (sorry smile)

It hink the maximum I slept was for 5 hours!! My gym instructor's been on my head :'( With the wines showing on the weighin scales....grrrr hate em! Anyways not too much though. Oh yeahhh I have a new love....CHAMPAGNE........it makes me giggle continued with splits of laughter.......You know what they say do whatevere makes you happy? Its Champagne* for me now....besides i cant take more than two glasses so I'm good on the calories as well....The only silly part about CP* is the ridiculous headache you get the next day and a little bit of memory loss....well I do have my friends callin me up and narratin what i was doing......Embaressing, but what the hell it was fun!

I'm a little sad that the fun i over and one of my closest friend (understatement) is goin' back to OZ........all good things must come to an end....for new to start (devlish smile this time)

The after math still continues.....

My debacle with make up!

2010-01-05T16:27:00.003+05:30

A day earlier I had to dress up for my friends function and being a make-up disastress, if thats a word, I wanted to keep it simple yet look like I was dressed for an occasion. Flipping through an old Vogue (which is outta my prized possesion chunk,) I saw a picture of an island in Greece and a boat rested into the waters as it drifted quietly. I picked up my colour pencils (which btw i havent touched every since I gave up my try in painting) and coloured my eyelids seagreen with a white liner......it looked brilliant with my shiny creme brocade kurta with sea green leggings and a dupatta! I did push my luck by pulling out the same thing in pink and white and again got my name little miss disastress......sigh!

Never mind that. I do remember the time when two of my girlies were teaching me how to apply a lipstick and that too the colour red. Now, I am weird fair, yellow fair to yellow white as I like to call it. But all I can do is randomly even out my gloss with the tips of my index finger! So, here these two women try their luck in makin' this ugly duckling- ME, into a little miss swan diva and the verdict? I looked something straight out of Moulin Rouge!!!! In case your guessing, thats not a nice thing to look like! So I very gladly gave up! Now, all I know to do is smack on killer kajal and tons of gloss to shine my pout.

So now, friends happy, me happier!

Brighter than sunshine.......

2009-09-29T15:50:00.001+05:30

What a feeling in my soul Love burns brighter than sunshine Brighter than sunshine .....Aqualung

Someone asked me how many times a person could fall in love? once.....maybe twice....or even thrice....I dont know what people compare to when they speak about love. I have fallen in love many times. In love with the first drop of rain.....with the first chill of winters....the first dew drop on a leaf or a flower....a puppy who I believe smiles, a cat who feels my love. I have fallen in love with a pair of jeans.....a t-shirt, a pair of sateen red pumps, a place, a time, a year...........the list is endless.
I have fallen in love with a smile.....someones eyes, a colour, a lip, the curve of a back, shape of legs and hence when I say, I have fallen in love million times, I get widened eyeballs or a quirked up eye brow. I dont blame people. Not many know or understand how one could completely fall in love with something or someone.

I fail to understand why. When they ask you whether its lust or love, dont you need to lust it to love it enough?

Of love and a lot like it....

2009-04-15T12:06:00.001+05:30

A smile which charges your entire day...just with one msg you see on your cellphone. A smile which dances on your face after one call....A smile which lingers on your lips after you finish speaking to that person at night. Dont know whether its love but its definitely a lot like it. The bottled up emotions of waiting for a person to get free for me. To talk about sweet nothings and to laugh about it later....even the worst day feels great :)
I never really believed in love at first sight but a tingle in my stomach told me its a lot like it. Sometimes betrayals make you change your way of thinking about a particular feeling. And then, a person can change it all back! Sometimes just being with them you feel how wrong you were about the ones before. Someone told me that if you believe in something and that belief is shaken...it just falters for a while and comes right back at you. I think Love or a feeling like it has come to me.
When do you know its love, but. And not some platonically right side of a person you happen to fall for? Lots of answers to give. Lots of questions to ask.......right now all i know is that the questions and the answers have begun to fade. The sky seems a lot less dark, the days seem a lot more bright. The roses in my cheek have appeared again. I dont know whether this is love....but it seems a lot like it :)

Fantasy

2009-04-06T12:58:00.001+05:30

I thought the first and the most dark character, a byronic hero, Heathcliff would remain my love interest for the rest of my life.....Never read anything like him before. The depth, the intensity and the power he has on Catherine is something noone has in todays time. An absolute classic Wuthering heights, changed my perception about love many years back. For me, true love remains the one which melts your knees at the presence of the person. The butterflies in your stomach, the hearts in the eyes et al. Since only one man made me feel like that i know it exists but, keeping it there is a little difficult.

Twilight a book by Stephanie Meyers kindled memories of the love i was looking for and stopped believing. Edward Cullen made my heart skip a beat with his brooding intense eyes and a smile which is so lopsided your heart years to see it break some more! Even though a vampire, Edward comes across so calm and peaceful...so true to what he is.

It almost makes you regain your trust in true love....much beyond the physical need of carnal desires.

New year...

2009-01-03T15:03:00.000+05:30

My new year started with a blast from the past. Well surprises were never evry nice to me. Anyways had a great time with close friends and family. It wasn even like a new year. Maybe because of certain people missing that day. Weird man why cant you heart and mind be entwind and not be too emotional or too practical. Million dollar question. Anyways i have promised myself no more feeling bad for myself. which means all the morons in my life can go fly kites. A client called and told me what you do at 12 o clock on new years is what you do for the rest of the year. I made sure I smiled and made everyone else smile too. It was funny pulling people's cheeks side to side in a frozen smile hehehehe but it was super fun. One more year gone another one to come.

things i want to do.

2008-09-23T16:24:00.000+05:30

Coming back what originally was my plan to write. Ten things which i want to do before I die are.....

1. Loose all the weight and don a bikini top and shortest of the shorts on the beach in goa.

2. Have a get together of all my close friends and talk about the time which is and was.(sigh) old memories.

3. Fall in love time and again. Love the feeling first touch, first kiss, first date keeping it hush hush.....mmmmm

4. Go to all my favourite joints and have my favourite stuff........stakos brownie.....sizzlers....sea food at granny's

5. Visit a mall and pick up stuff without checking the price tag!

6. Drive down the city all by myself listening to my favourite songs visiting all the places which have sentimental value.

7. figure out what else i want to do....

STICK TO THE LIST WOMAN!!!

2008-09-19T17:16:00.001+05:30

That gets me back to writting 10 things I want to do before I die.

1. Pack my bags and travel. Somewhere. Anywhere!

2. Fall in love with a total starnger and spent time walking in the moonlight in the water on the beach. mmmmmmmm

3. Walk into an expensive store and shop without checking the pricetag.

4. Own at least one Jimmy Choo or a Salvatore Ferragamo or a Miu Miu or

5. Abuse and beat a guy who hurt me.

The sweetheart tree

2008-09-19T17:16:00.000+05:30

I am influenced by Vini's list of things to do before I die. Aryaa and me have come up with probably what i call the best lists of things anyone could ever come out with but that is to get the perfect guy. hehehehe i just laugh thinking about it. it goes like
1.SHOULD KNOW ENGLISH. REALLY WELL.
2.Should be smart if not good looking and should know how to dress up well in social situations.
3. Should earn and let earn. (depending on how i feel about work)
4. Should be independant and not hide behind mothers pallav....
5. Should have a good sense of humour and timing about how my mood is. LOL
6. Should be able to stay alone and work on his own. Business oriented parents will work wonders. Earning parents also will do.
7. Should be tall and at least a year older than me. (Applicable only for Ms cradle snatcher. Mallika)
8. Should be able to keep us happy. giving uncoditional love and money for shoppig. HAHAHAAHAH depending on his financial resources.
9. Should live and let live and not crib over my past like other men i have dated.
10. Should be able to complete at least three of the above mentioned points.

Fathers Day

2008-08-24T00:35:00.000+05:30

By which i dont mean the actual fathers day. Its just a day when i miss my dad a lot. Baba; a mystery to many people. there was one thing they couldnt know. How does this person smile in so much of illness?? This was the thought which kept them thinking about this man named Bunny Mulherkar!!
My dad would come up with these one liners and make me go in splits.......his jokes and his pjs still keep me laughing and going with fond memories as a person who never gave up. Renal failure is a tough thing to handle. Knowing any day can be your last is not something one wishes to live with but Baba lived with that and the best part was he was happy with living for today. when i think about my hardships as an intern, the tiffs with people and proving myself right, i thank god for showing me another day and letting me smile. Baba knew he couldn do that. he had more to live for. his friends, his family and more importantly his jokes. He would be awake when i came back from work and i had someone to share my day with. He never liked my boyfriends and m glad for that cause i have a story to tell my children in the future. he was ready for whatever came his way and faced it with guts iv never seen any man have before. i wish i can come even half way where he was. Love you dad.......love you so much.

My birthday.

2008-05-07T16:51:00.000+05:30

I am super excited for my birthday....i mean yeah, m turning 24 but who cares. its the day to get presents....(expensive of course!) and the day to rule!!! have the complete authority to do what you want.....(i hate the next day when u loose the authority though)

anyways i was really waiting for a dear friend to make it for my birthday but fate had other plans!!!!! (did i mention how i hate fate???) i had been looking forward for this for a year and the "friend" has somewhere better to be. never mind i will still pretend that i am the queen and people cannotdo without me, that day.
so, i get all these cute clothes to wear and pretty shoes. i mean waaaaay pretty. they just hurt so damn much!! i wanted to get a LBD(little black dress for those who dint know) but who has the time to go and get one stitched.....bloody journalistic work!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
i guess the money makes the pain go away (even thought its peanuts sometimes.)

wait wait wait

2008-04-25T21:52:00.000+05:30

anxiety is a weird feeling. your not sure good weird or bad weird. just weird. m anxious for my exams.....for the anniversary issue. for a small teeny tiny vacation. man i could go on and on. my boss liked my fashion article. for once :D
im happy. i know thats one thing i cannot be bad in. all those torturous days in fashiond designing college and the most hated principle (our feelings towards each other were mutual) and crack pot lesbian something chicks paid off! yay
one more step closer to fashion journalism.
:D

learning it.

2008-04-10T01:08:00.000+05:30

Its funny. i always thought bloggs were funny and now m writing one too. one of my close friend would write about her (ahem) dark side on a blogg and asked me to read review it. well if only i could stop laughing and not have tears in my eyes could i read it! what she thought was dark and philosophical was unentertaining and i was laughing like how-can-anyone-write-this kinda laugh. know what i mean? after all that i get a call to ask how i liked her writing. well m not someone who can control my laugh but that day i shud've got an award for my performance.