Isn’t it too cliché for me? The topic, I mean! As much as I try to avoid doing cliché stuff and stress on my small brain too much to come up with a unique concept, I believe, in the end, we humans have similar tastes- more or less. So, ‘how she wore it and how he wore it’ has been on my mind for a long long time and I can’t seem to recollect when I initially thought of it and also gave up because the whole idea got a little too common. I have seen many bloggers come up with this topic and liked a couple of them too. But for a person like me who always stick to unisex T-shirts and Shirts and Hoodies from the men’s wardrobe, yeah, it’s something I had to do anyway!
Now, a lot of people try to play the trend game but if you’re playing by its rules, it is really tough to keep at it. It isn’t a bad thing at all unless you are consistent with your style(and work) and are ready to spend half(or maybe more) of your salary on buying new ins of the market. But if you stick to the norms of your signature style and experiment around it, I believe you won’t be at loss. If you know what looks best on you then it’s easy to avoid spending your precious greens on. Although, style is dynamic and sticking to one’s signature style is difficult but one can always come up with a signature style of his own with the change in weather, season or age! Today, I thought of sharing what my signature style looks like ’cause you can tell I am one of those stupid narcissists you have always hated!
I remember going through an article when I was in Guwahati, maybe I was doing my engineering then. It read- “My husband sends me to the prostitute house to earn money for his liquor but beats me up if I get a few minutes late from the specified time. He thinks that I start showing interest on my customer.” It also read- “I have undergone 3 abortions and now I don’t even want to have a baby of my own. Although, I know I won’t have a say if my husband wants a child.” Then there was this article on Facebook which popped up on my timeline a few weeks back. It depicted how ugly the life of a sex- worker is and still how contended they sound! Apparently, the vagina of one of the sex workers has got rotten and you could smell it from a distance. Nobody would go near her. But you could hear her prayer recitals. Upon reading the post, I felt I was there and everything was happening in front of my eyes. The misery, the pain, the anxiety and yet not longing for the outside world. Isn’t it owning one’s sexuality?
It was a Thursday evening. I just got home from work, another rainy day has passed. I checked the places to visit in Delhi, AGAIN. The song “THE ODYSSEY” was playing on my new phone. The thoughts of Delhi being insecure and how one of my cousins had bad experiences in the capital thronged my head. Even when I didn’t want to think about it, the pictures of NIRBHAYA! When I was in school, my cousin always used to tell me his experiences in Delhi and I never really thought I would want to go there. It was never the destination for education or career. But the lanes of Delhi- 6, the poems about Delhi by Zubair Rizvi and Ghalib, the street food, the culture, the historic forts and the infrastructure from the Pre- Independence Era. The beauty of the places as seen in the works of the great photo journo Scott Schuman or Manou. One week, that’s it! Bang! Tickets done.