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I Wear: Fashionista In The Wild

I managed to catch a rather reluctant Reema on camera and she agreed to stop and tell me what she was wearing. This woman manages to look effortlessly chic even in the middle of a warm, sticky summer day in a suburban mall. Well, we are not all born with Libran taste, I suppose.

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I Wear: Bohemian Rockstar

I was invited to feature as one of the performers at the US Consulate’s event for 100 Thousand Poets For Change, the theme being ‘Women Empowerment’. The event was in Kitabkhana and Reema agreed to come along so we decided to make a day of it. Here’s us suburban girls in town, on town!

And this is what I wore for a day out, traveling and to perform in my kickass, fashion-forward, sex-positive feminist avatar.

I Wear:

  • Pink top: ONLY
  • Black jacket: Life
  • Distressed jeans: United Colors of Benetton
  • Red handbag: Baggit
  • Red shoes: ONLY
  • Red fascinator: Mumbai local train

Reema was dressed in her classy-but-ready-for-travel avatar and here’s what she wore.

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I Wear: Women At Work – Diva Minimalist Or Tomboy Chic?

Reema moved into a new place last month and I helped her (slightly) by keeping her company while her new place was professionally cleaned. The rather mundane circumstances didn’t stop both of us from dressing up. And this is what we each wore:

I Wear:

  • Yellow hoodie: Cou Cou
  • Blue racerback: Zivame
  • Loosened skinfit jeans: Levis Diva
  • Lavender jockey hat: Baggit
  • Snow quartz pendant: Magick
  • Checkered socks

and Reema in style!

I Wear:

  • Pink (almost bespoke) top: Miss London
  • Severely distressed jeans: Ross Dress for Less
  • Black socks with pink toes

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I Wear: Feminist Fashion

My weekend began on a wonderful note. Any day that has Reema in it is wonderful anyway. And then a visit to the India Culture Lab usually provokes a lot of delicious ideas. To top it all off, I met not one but three fabulous women, all of whom knew me. The event was on ‘Fashion & Feminism’.

The evening brought up so many intense ideas that I decided to put them on both my blogs. So do trot over to XX Factor to see why I think fashion and feminism are linked. And then come back here to see what I wore.

I Wear:

  • Leopard print peephole top: Lokhandwala boutique
  • Flared jeans: Jabong
  • Snakeskin boots: Clark’s
  • Pink lipstick: Faces Canada

I also had a chance to run into the wonderful Neha Ramneek Kapoor and we struck an instant connection. Here she is in I Wear‘s first ever interview video.

* The first video was shot by Reema Prasanna and the second by Shaunak DeIf you enjoyed this style post in video, check out the other I Wear posts and videos.

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I Wear: Peacock Power

I stepped out for a few errands and to catch coffee with Reema at the end of July. Fed up with the plastic and synthetic fabrics that characterise monsoonwear, I dipped into my summer wardrobe.

One of the many things I love about this outfit is that it’s comfortable and convenient without looking sloppy. The kurta, particularly, is the kind that gets sold only under ‘menswear’. Most shops seem very rigid about this and salespeople seem highly reluctant to let women try on the garment. Women’s kurtas in comparison, tend to be all frippery and flowery, focussing on tight fits rather than comfort. AND NO POCKETS WHAT IS THIS NONSENSE DON’T WOMEN HAVE TO CARRY A LOT OF STUFF? Anyway, I picked up this delightful peacock-blue khadi kurta in Lokhandwala (of all places, the place is such an ode to chauvinistic, overpriced, trashy style).

I Wear:

  • Peacock blue khadi kurta: Cotton Cottage
  • White jeggings: Linking Road
  • Beige handbag: Baggitt
  • Turqoise sandals: Clark’s
  • Clear lip gloss: Baby Lips

I managed to stay comfortable and spotless despite traipsing all across Andheri East and West in wet, muddy weather. Incidentally, this is also the day that I Wear videos got its first guest (see the post here).

* This video was shot by Reema PrasannaIf you enjoyed this style post in video, check out the other I Wear posts and videos.

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I Wear: The Drama Of Reema

Reema is my co-conspirator in lot of things, not the least of which is style, colour and fun! I credit her with bringing red lipstick and sunshine back into my life. She has also pushed me into trying styles, garments and colours I might not have considered earlier (and that’s a lot considering I’ve never been a shrinking violet!). And finally, it was Reema’s idea for me to take the I Wear posts to video.

Here she is as I Wear‘s first guest. She had a lunch meeting and I was out running errands. We managed to catch one of our surprisingly frequent unplanned coffee dates. This is what she wore:

Reema wears:

  • Blue gumboots: Paean
  • Black highwaist jeans with back zipper: Vero Moda
  • Striped tie-up shirt: FBB
  • Canvas backpack: House of Tara
  • Steel watch: Jet Airways
  • I ❤️ NY rain poncho: Memorabilia store, New York

And this is what I wore:

I Wear:

  • Turquoise khadi kurta: Cotton Cottage
  • White jeggings: Bandra streetshops
  • Turquoise sandals: Clark’s
  • Silver jhumkas: FabIndia
  • Beige handbag: Baggit

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No Generation Of My Own

I was 30 before I got into a ‘proper’ relationship and it was with someone younger. Someone asked my father,

“Doesn’t it seem like Ramya is five years behind her generation?”

He said,

“Or maybe, she’s five years ahead of her generation.”

Yes, that is a wonderful reference for a parent to set and sustain. I didn’t see it that way myself till I heard it.

I never identified with my age-peers. When I was 16, I couldn’t see what point there was in getting into any manner of flirtation or relationships. I could already see that there would be all manner of drama, family, friends and self-caused. Weren’t there already enough things to torment a teenager in India in the 90s?

I also never really ‘got’ the marriage thing through my 20s. Why are you marrying him or her, I’d ask my friends and get answers like, “Because it’s the thing to do”, “because my parents said so”.

And finally when I first quit my important corporate job to stop, think and catch my breath (the term ‘sabbatical’ was not common then), NOBODY got it. But a few months in, surprised at my okayness, people would keep saying, “Oh, lucky you, I wish I could do that!”. Why not, I’d ask, do you have a family to support or loans to pay off? None of these conversations ever happened with anyone who would have to say Yes to that.

All in all, I’ve never gotten the generation that people say I’m a part of.

On the other hand, my work, my hobbies, my love life and my life style are populated by people about 5 years younger than I. Since they came into the properly adult world in their mid-20s, they’ve felt more like my rightful generation, my crowd than the people I shared classrooms, playgrounds and career levels with.

But there’s something else. Haven’t I often said I feel old? I do. I carry the point of view of a 37 year old in a generation of 31 year olds. I have the memories and lessons of an 80s upbringing in a world of 90s and noughties kids. This is not about maturity because I don’t think that is a linear thing. Maturity has a great deal to do with personality, with experience and insight and time doesn’t exist on the same dimension as those things. This is about perspective and priority.

I tire often of the younger men I date because they are struggling with managing time, health and newfound economic freedom. I’ve already gone through these teething problems and woes and I know what works best for me. I have no desire to relive them in someone else’s problems this time.

I find myself getting impatient with my younger friends for their ineptitude, and in what silly ways they let ego blind their promises and work quality. It’s not that I was any better when I was in my late 20s. But I’ve passed through those tests of fire and I don’t struggle with them anymore. Even the very natural insecurities and diffidence — it’s starting to wear me down, how much there is in everybody around me.

Were we also that scared of everything? I’m sure we were but we were each so consumed in our fears that we scarcely paid heed to each other and the world around us. And therein lies a ‘we’ that I dislike. I suddenly have something in common with a generation that I never felt I fit in with.

But they don’t feel like a comfortable fit either. They’re grousing about struggling marriages (well, what did you expect with the reasons you got into them?), deadend careers (again, follow the rules not your independent mind and are you surprised?) and how ‘today’s kids’ spend so much time on Facebook and Twitter. I’m shutting that door already, saying oops, I entered the wrong room.

My two closest friends are both six years younger than I am. One of them has moved across the country for a girlfriend then moved back and changed careers. Another has quit a super prestigious corporate career, gotten married, started an unconventional (and seemingly uncool) business and then changed. These experiences undoubtedly put them beyond their age-peers in terms of perspective. They are exceptions as am I. It makes it possible for us to be very good friends. But exceptions have to be loners because we tread such unique paths.

This isn’t an angry or even a sad place. I don’t anymore feel like I don’t know my place in the universe. I know that it doesn’t have to do with what other people say and each day I’m getting a little closer to knowing what it is. I’ve gone a full circle from sitting by the phone with no one wanting to speak to me to switching off my phone to hide under hoods so I can get some private time. No, it’s not a desolate place at all. But it is a lonely place, waiting for the world to catch up, knowing maybe no generation ever will.

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I Wear: Cheerfully Primary

I remembered this look when I was writing my ‘Dark Girls Have All The Fun‘ post the other day. I dipped into my Drafts and there it was sitting, all ready to be published but forgotten in the complications of April. This is what I wore the day Reema and I went to check out tattoo artists.

I had woken up to a heavy day – a bad dream, an ex’s birthday that I wished I hadn’t remembered, a message from a friend-of-a-friend asking if I knew about her getting married (I didn’t and I hadn’t been invited). The only thing that cheered me up was the prospect of meeting Reema who always knows when to make me smile and when to give me wisdom. Colours and style are her minor superpowers so I thought I’d give her something to work with, while improving my mood. And here’s what I did:

Don’t anyone say Ronald McDonald!!

I Wear:

  • Yellow skater dress worn as tunic: Amazon.in
  • Distressed and embroidered denim jacket/top: Forever 21
  • Glass beads: Delhi
  • Owl dangly earring: Kolkata
  • Arrowhead wooden earring: Bangalore airport
  • Coral backpack: Westside
  • Red and blue nails: Maybelline ColorShow
  • Red lipstick: Revlon ColorBurst
  • Eyes: Faces dark blue eye pencil on lash lines, Faces teal eye pencil on upper lid

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Hello 2015, Welcome In…

Hello 2015,

Welcome in. You are going to occupy my life starting now. And I’m welcoming you in. I have been looking forward to seeing you for a long time now.

You see, you end with a 5 which is a very nice satisfying number to be. I wouldn’t call you a multiple of 5 because the 0 ending years are those too and we both know they’re really overrated, aren’t they? You come exactly midway through the decades and midway points are quite delicious to me, personally. You know I was born almost exactly midway through the year. Which is why end of years always seem like personal midway points to me. So you see why I’m particularly happy to see you?

I’ve been looking forward to you getting here because you represent hope. Every day, every new minute is hope, of course. But with you, I get to change the title of each day a little bit. Instead of something-something-2014, I will now be saying 2015. Changing the names of days is like changing haircuts for a slightly dispirited girl.

No, 2014 has not been a bad year (that was 2012). But it has not been an easy year or even one that was a lot of fun. It has been a lot of hard work, much biting pressure and some crushing disappointment too. It has been the first year where I felt age crunch down on me and seep into my bones. Literally, with a broken foot bone, then a twisted ankle, several white hairs in my always glossy black mane and general fatigue and listlessness.

Here’s a highlight reel of the best moments of 2014:

(in no particular order: apple cake baked specially for me by Reema, Adi’s birthday, Alphabet Sambar meets, the Mumbai metro, my Mumbai Secret Santee, Ayurvedic treatment, dinner with Sonali in Bengaluru, Christmas with Aditya, Goa getaway and my 35th birthday)

I am now 35, that age where age does become relevant to healthcare professionals and related life decisions. This is the year I start doing periodic check-ins with my body to assess how close diabetes, cancer and a number of other scary things are. This is the year I get a health plan, not because it is the wise thing to do but because it is the survival thing to do.

I am sitting in my room right now typing this out. Fireworks are going on outside. I’m not going to lie and say that this is so amazing. It’s not. I’ve brooded through an hour and a half of miserable memories and various iterations of if-that-hadn’t-happened-then-this-wouldn’t-have-happened. I’ve yanked myself grumpily into work to drown out that. And at exactly midnight I stood at my window watching the fireworks for exactly 20 seconds before shutting away the cold air. This is what I’d rather be doing than be out burning money, watching strangers get drunk and make fools of themselves and sacrificing my safety. But that doesn’t mean it is not lonely. Lonely is dangerous for one and only one reason — it’s the kind of emptiness that welcomes dark, broody thoughts in.

Somewhere two people I once called unimaginably close friends, are ushering you in together and without me. Elsewhere someone who thinks they love me, is looking for and finding happiness in things I can’t comprehend. In yet another part of the planet, a once-soulmate is reveling in the staid comfort that they see as happiness. In sundry other places, the group that I partied with last year is doing various things, separately. I looked at them an exact year ago, y’know and thought, “This is temporary. Nothing ever lasts. I wonder how long this will endure.” And it didn’t last even upto the next party. So, friendships have weathered and waned.

And then again, in a few hours, I have a breakfast date with someone I met a few times in 2014. So new friendships await too, not yet ready to be born, but waiting.

When I was a kid I used to think of the solar system as an athletic track, complete with parallel tracks culminating in a finish line. At that finish line is where I believed, new years began. Now that I know that’s not the case, I realise you’re nothing great. You could be just about any other random point along earth’s orbit around the sun. You could be any other random number from 0 to infinity.

But you stand for something. You represent the acceptance that everything that has passed, has, well, passed. You represent the wait for the unknown, waiting in trepidition but also in excitement. You represent hope.

And for that, I say, welcome in 2015. It’s so good to have you here finally.

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