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Day 4: Wills Lifestyle India Fashion Week Autumn/Winter 2012/13.

2012-03-02T19:39:00.000+05:30

The only show that impressed me on day 4 was Rahul Mishra. To be honest, the rest were so horrible and horrendous, I don't even recall their names and refused to even watch the shows.

Rahul Mishra's show was easy on the eyes. The clothes had a flowing, fluidity movement. Again, not exactly autumn/winter but a great show nonetheless.

A lot of pinks, blues and blacks in terms of color.

I didn't get very good seats for this show and I think I was too busy tweeting to get good pictures from whichever good angle I had so I guess these will have to do.

The much awaited Japanese designers that showed in the WIFW this year. I think they killed it. They were so good and their stall was ah-mazing! So typically Japan with the origami folds and the geometric's.
I don't know about, but give me a week in Japan and yeah... It'll probably be one of my "I'll die a happy death" moments. #BucketList

Lakme Fashion Week is underway and I am still posting about WIFW! Too many pictures and too less time. Sorry for the irregularity. I'll be a better cat. Rawrs and purrrss. :)

Day 3: Wills Lifestyle India Fashion Week Autumn/Winter 2012/2013

2012-02-22T22:34:00.000+05:30

Day 3 of the Wills Lifestyle India fashion Week Autumn/Winter 2012/13 was pretty epic and if I were given another chance, I wouldn't miss it for the world. In fact, I would like time to go in slow-mo so I can catch every fray, details and drapes of the garments and soak it in.

Anand Bhushan's show titled "Junkyard" was Epiphany. And I mean the "Epiphany" that means the 12 days after Christmas. You know the feeling after Christmas? With all those beloved moments of togetherness, hangovers, gifts and times you have no memory of but you look back and you knew that was IT. IT gave me that feeling. Simply put, it blew me away.

Then there was the Dev r Nil show. Definitely didn't stick to the autumn/winter aesthetics but it gave me a very relaxed Marni/Jil Sander feel to it. With the long striped maxis along with the printed one that moved easy-breezy as you walked with fishes and also butterfly prints on them, it's definitely one for the onset of fall; Fall Resort more like.

I believe Kallol Datta made a historic moment in fashion with this collection. He had several ensembles in which he had the quote "This Is Not A Garment" printed on and within seconds of it on the ramp, the tweets were out and about. The sheer disheveled beauty of these garments were almost like works of art. Wearable and in shades of grey and black, they were indeed not garments but pieces of wearable art which could well be made to travel for display.

the FDCI also had a charity show against human trafficking. Designers like Manish Arora, Rajesh Pratap Singh and Leconet Hemant put forth one of their pieces to be auctioned. Below is a piece from Leconet Hemant and the way it graced the ramp? It was impossible not to take countless pictures. Simplistic and divine.

I took a bunch of pictures on Day 3 and this isn't the half of it. I didn't even show you what I wore! So hold on. There are a whole bunch of posts to follow.

purrrs.

Day 2: Wills Lifestyle India Fashion Week Autumn/Winter 2012/2013

2012-02-19T13:34:00.001+05:30

Day 2. Day 2. Day 2. I was talking out loud and repeating. Sorry. I have a tendency to do that!

Anyhway.

Fashion Week, day 2! Well to be honest, I didn't exactly catch any shows. I reached the venue and I had an emergency family situation that I had to run off to.

But before I did go, I managed to get some pictures of the people in the fashion week. I must admit, day 2 did see some more colours and fashionable elements so to speak.

I didn't catch too much because everyone was inside the shows. I was outside soaking in some sun so these are just pictures from the few shots I managed.

Yours truly had a wardrobe crisis. She was facing a fat day and was totally grumpy and had the saddest cat face on. Lucky for her, there was some sort of a racoon in the house that was helpful in getting her ready.

Yes, I now associate myself with very many animals and I am rather fascinated talking about myself as a third person. Nyaaahhh. :p

I'm leaving in a bit for the 5th and final day of the fashion week. So you have a lot of post to look forward to!

Follow me on twitter to get the final tweeting updates of the day.

I'm off to change now and my outfit for the final day is going to be a surprise! Watch and look out for that!

Day 1: Wills Lifestyle India Fashion Week Autumn/Winter 2012/2013

2012-02-17T13:10:00.000+05:30

Bring on the stylish folks, the fashion week is officially underway. Day 1 saw no real elements of autumn/winter per se, but there was definitely a real burst of colours.

Starting with Shantanu & Nikhil and moving on to Vineet Bahl, Anand Kabra,James Ferreira and Anju Modi [The only names from day 1 that sort of made an impact on me], it really was a colour fest.

To be honest, there wasn't any collection as such that moved me, so to speak. Sure, I spoke about the seasons and how no one really follows them or care but come on! That doesn't give you reason to bring on spring/summer! There were some amazing jackets and coats and a lot of layer in SOME shows but really, all in all, if you brought in the fashion experts from who knows where [maybe the Emmanuel Alts, Anna wintours, Susie Bubbles...] they will tell you rather blatantly - ON the face - that this definitely is more spring/summer than autumn/winter.

Truth be told, it was nice to see so much colour but I am really looking forward to shows that will follow the guidelines a little bit more.

There was also a lack of certain well dressed people but some people do come by and brighten things up. Seems like unorthodox-ed, printed blazers were it and don't they do it well! And I am in love with that blue, blue skirt.

And there I am ... I am lacking just a bit of inspiration this time around. Every morning I wake up yelling "I HAVE NO CLOTHES" and its just a bit evident here isn't it??

All the same, I am hoping to make it up with good shoes.

I am attending all days of the fashion week so if you see me, stop me and say HI! I may seem and come off a bit dazed and awkwardly sinister but its this cat thing ... I am really wary of strangers. All the same, do stop of a session of purrs.

I am also tweeting live from all shows and I am being brutally honest. TOO honest even for my own liking so join me on twitter and hear what the cat has to say.

Here's to a good fashion week!

Cheers.

Suzuki Takayuki: Wills Lifestyle India Fashion Week Autumn/Winter 2012/2013

2012-02-12T22:10:00.000+05:30

The Wills Lifestyle India Fashion Week has always been capable of bringing a taste of something new year in and out.

This year, they are crossing borders and boundaries and bringing us a taste of the far East. "What, Who, How and Where???" would be the questions going on in your mind, I'm sure. When I first heard about it, I was ecstatic.

Oh. Yes. When I mean far East, I didn't mean the Far East Movement although THAT my hip cats, would have totally been awesome! But worry not, I am thinking its probably on the same level of excitement!
Japan. This year, we are going to watch 3 amazing Japanese designers in the Fashion Week showing their collection. So anyone and everyone going for the shows pucker up! We're in for quite a show I'd say.

Japan has always been one of those dreamy strings that float by when I day dream. The cherry blossom trees, samurais and ninjas, Akira Kurosawa, the anime and manga, Yasunari Kawabata and Rei Kawakubo. My perfect ingredients of Japan.

The next time I day dream, I am sure a string of Suzuki Takayuki designs will appear.

Suzuki Takayuki believes that clothes should be enjoyed by people of all ages and not just the young people. He approaches each garment as an object that has life and that each moment in the life of that garment should be cherished.

I took an instant liking to his collections as I went through everything I could to know more about him.

I'm not going to rant about what Wikipedia or what other websites may have spoken about his biography and where he grew up because for now, the focus is his clothing and designs.

With the classic disheveled look and layering with earthly tones of white, black, brown and powder pink, even his look-books are enough to take us to a dreamy wonderland that I always fantasize about.

There is a scene in the movie "Akira Kurosawa's Dreams" about a boy who loves the cherry orchards outside his home.
One day, he runs out with a smile on his face only to see that the entire orchard has been ruthlessly cut down. He genuinely is horrified and begins to cry when suddenly, the spirits from the orchard come alive to see him. The King sees that the young boy truly did care about them so in his honor and name, they put on one last show for him.
In his glory and happiness, the young boy dances along with them only to realise after a minute or 2 that they have disappeared and he was alone. Yet, he was content that he did see them one last time.

Suzuki Takyuki's clothes and color platte remind me of that particular scenario.

Hokuto Katsui and Nao Yagi’s Mint Designs and ANREALAGE by Kunihiko Morinag are the two other designers who will be showing alongside Suzuki Takayuki.

It's going to be exciting this time at the Wills Autumn/Winter Fashion Week. I can't wait to see what they have in store for us!!

Burberry: Art Of The Trench.

2012-02-07T18:13:00.002+05:30

"Art Of The Trench is a living document of the trench coat and the people who wear it."

- www.artofthetrench.com

With the rich history that Burberry already has, it has added yet another page with Art Of The Trench. Started by Christopher Bailey, the creative director of Burberry, it has been an on-going project for some years with prolific street fashion street photographers like Scott Schuman, The Sartorialist, having shot for it.

In October 2011, the Art Of The Trench shifted its focus to India and roped in our very own Manou of wearabout, adding him to the list of the many iconic names that have shot for this project.

Among the list of people that he shot, yours truly was also selected as one along with 2 of the best fashion bloggers around, Pithsala of theaili and Arushi of bohemianlikeyou. Rinchen of Jitterbug-r was also there as Pithsa's guest and although dressed the warmest, she was chattering! [Champagne came to the rescue]

Personally, this was like me turning 50! That would be a pun for a milestone I'd say. We all have a bucket list of things to do, to achieve and people to meet. I have a rather lengthy one and no, being forever affixed in Artofthetrench wasn't one but to be affiliated with Burberry was definitely up there.

I'm not going to rave about Burberry and Christopher Bailey and say how amazing they are. If you know me and have read my blog, it's safe to say that you know my love for both. I'm just going to stay understated on it.

But yes. As I said, I feel like I have made a personal mark and it is a 'life event' as the new facebook timeline calls it.

That's why this wasn't just a random by-the-way society/celebrity event for me. It had to be perfect! I needed it to be perfect because I am ALWAYS going to remember this for as long as I live. Maybe in another 20-30 years, I will have POTS of luck and may end up working with Burberry but even then, I think the 3rd of February will stick out.

Hence, it called for an outfit worth remembering too so I opted for the perfect outfit: a Varun Sardana dress. The dress that I had chosen has always remained one of my favorites ever since I saw it and I had always, ALWAYS wanted to wear it because well... Unless I have a job that lets me earn pots and pots of money, I wouldn't be able to afford it. So I gave Varun a call and being the sweetheart that he is, he agreed to let me borrow it.
Although I knew that was the one I wanted, I just tried on many things for the fun of it. :P
In the end, I chose the dress with a cropped top that I wore as a cape. And there I was, all ready to say "Hello Burberry!"

(we felt famous)

There were giant iPad looking installations on the wall with all the pictures that were taken. These installations could be activated on touch and you could swipe, heart and scroll! It was super cool to click on our own images and heart them! We kept going "hey! There's you! There's me! Let's heart!"
Imagine OLD kids introduced to a mega fancy toy.

Inside the Burberry store in The Uberoi, Gurgaon. SHOE. Want!

Mr. Wearabout who refused to take a picture with us the entire night. This was a funny series when Suhas Joshi, an architect and a flutist and also shot for The Art Of The Trench project, and me were TRYING to pick up Mr. Wearabout's face for a picture. It's safe to say we weren't successful.

With the bloggers.

and finally, THIS was my outfit. :)

Looking Forward: WILLS LIFESTYLE INDIA FASHION WEEK AUTUMN/WINTER 2012.

2012-02-03T00:43:00.002+05:30

Its that time of the year again. Fashion Week is creeping up and just as the chill of winter is about to end, the 2012/13 Autumn/Winter collections are going to make waves.

I guess fashion has always been funny that way. Its in no way "innovative" or extraordinary. Call it a trend prediction but what's the point? By the end of it, you already know the trends and whether its summer or winter, trends always overlap and you can always try at least one of them regardless of the seasons.

More often than not, I think most collections don't really stay within the lines of the seasons which I personally think is wiser. A collection either goes worldwide, is sold in different portals or people buying them don't necessarily have to be from that particular climatic condition.

Of course, that would mean breaking the code of the guidelines but who's ever stuck to the rules anyway? And in this time and age when global warming seems passe and we're just constantly freaked out about the strange weather conditions or pretty much the end of the world, I'd vote for a collection that spells 'a-l-l s-e-a-s-o-n-s' and not really sound like a resort while doing so.

Now where was I ... :x

Fashion Week! So the one element of Fashion Week I always look forward to? The people. I love how everyone is always dressed up so immaculately and ready to kill it.

These pictures were from the Wills Lifestyle India Fashion Week in October [Spring/Summer 2012]. I mostly attend Fashion Week ONLY to see the people attending the shows. Of course, the shows are great and when you have your favorites showing, you do anything to see them! But on an overall note, I'd say its the stylish hip cats who come to attend the shows that make the Fashion Week so successful.

So from bloggers to magazine editors/stylists, photographers to writers, designers to models, visitors to stow-aways, its an event of style at its best.

What makes all this even better is that its in DELHI! slam us, but I care not because I know as well as you that Delhi is by far the most stylish city. NYYYAAAhhhhh.

More trend than style actually.

'Dili-walas' as we are lovingly called have the best understanding of fashion aesthetics and I think this is one of the main reasons why the Wills India Fashion Week has been such a success.

So come soon 15th February!! Fashion Week begins once again and I cannot wait to soak in some more fashion and style.

Cat doing the 'let-me-look-through-my-cool-and-awesome-DSLR-into-the-mirror-and-take-a-picture' snap shot.

Can't wait for fashion week to start.

5 days of relentlessly worrying about which shoe to wear for what day.

5 days of wondering which show is worth attending.

5 days of staining the lips red because of excessive Wine intake.

5 days of non-stop click-click on the camera.

All in all: F-U-N !

So Wills Lifestyle India Fashion Week Autumn/Winter 2012/2013! Who's going to be there? Who am I meeting this time?

REMEMBRANCE.

2012-01-17T21:35:00.001+05:30

Time allows us little fascinations in our lifetime. The only flaw? They all come with an expiration date.
Everything is meant to come to an eventual end and sooner or later, we will have to face them.

We have a tradition at home. I am a Christian and I come from a very spiritual family. Mind you, NOT religious but spiritual. A lot of people tend to get confused between the two or just bind them together but in actuality, it's rather different. I guess I am probably the one in need of some spiritual fodder but that doesn't mean I am going to turn my back and burn churches. It's something about being caught up with time and in the moment not really leaving you time to backtrack.

Either ways... We've had a tradition of always coming together as a whole family in the evenings around 7:00pm/8:00pm where we discuss about things in general. It could be family matter, politics, religion, mom and dad giving us some life lessons and more often than not, family stories and jokes from the days when I wasn't even an egg! We usually end this with someone reading the bible, prayer and then dinner. I think it was my sister's turn to read the bible this particular night and it was from the chapter of Revelation, the last book of the New Testament and the Bible as a whole. It was about God saying that he is the Alpha and the Omega. I stopped everyone to ask what those 2 words meant. Father cleared it for me saying God means to say he is beginning and the end. So I went"Ooooh" and pointing at my oldest sister, I said "she's the alpha and I'm the Omega!" hahaha went the family and said that as an example, that's a fine one but those words are pretty much reserved for God. I remember I couldn't sleep that night in fear. I had wronged God and called myself him! I remember imaging the devil tip toeing into the room and dragging me to hell and I was saying sorry to God but he wouldn't take my apology and the next thing I knew, I was in the icy caverns of hell where there was a burning lake full of people, crying and screaming. Trust me, I had a VERY vivid imagination even as a child! I was scared out of my wits and was I glad to have someone sleeping by my side. I'm not sure whether I was sleeping with my parents or whether it was my sister. (which sister I'm wondering)

So I'm taking the metro back home and listening to some music and I'm having my usual deep thought and that memory sort of floated around as I thought about life and end.
Even God has an end. True, he said he is the beginning but he also says that he is the end. So if God has an ending too, it doesn't leave much of a choice to the human race does it? Irregardless of which religion we follow, we all have gods and holy books that talk about how they dwelt on earth with humans, how some may have been immortals while some died but they will all come back one day or we will go to them and that would spell an end. So an ending is inevitable. It's scary isn't it?
A book ends, a journey ends, roads end, a life ends. It's a full stop. Nothing further. But is it really the end for us, individually? A book is only over for the author who has written it. We can always continue it with our imagination. A journey is only an end for the traveller making his way from point A to B. But very soon, he is going to start yet another travel.
A life is only over for the one who is dead. As frightening and lonely and dreadful as it is, we go on. It's never an end as long as we continue breathing. But within this intrinsic design, there is a catch.

Will we remember or will we choose to forget? Will WE be remembered or will we be so insignificant that we are forgotten? To say "oh, my life is horrid. Its hopeless, I don't have this, I want that, I don't earn enough, don't get opportunities, nobody cares about me" is pure nonsense for me AND for you. Look at you. Look at your life. Aren't you doing something right now? Whatever it may be, studying or working, the point of everything is to grow, to make a difference and at the END of it all, be remembered for what its worth. I think I have come to realise that [apart from thoughts of drowning in the Pacific Ocean] this is my biggest and most realistic fear: to be forgotten. Sure, I may be doing so much right now. You may be thinking "wow! She's gotten featured in this and that, she's got this, she can get that, blah blah..." but one day, my days as a blogger will come to a standstill and I will move on to HOPEFULLY bigger things. When I first started my blog in May 2009, I had absolutely no idea that I would even have the chance of being featured, called for events and looked upon as some style icon. It seems I have reached a point where all that is or has happened. Of course I am happy! I am stoked about it but fashion is frivolous isn't it? Maybe that's why I don't really want to write about fashion per se here.

It has been a ride of a lifetime since I started blogging. More than anything, it is the pleasure of meeting such extraordinary people that will always, always stand out. I will always remember them and I hope I have made just an ounce of an impact so they will remember me too.

What are we doing right now if it's not going to make a difference? What am I doing all this for? To be honest I don't know. I don't know if I am truly walking a path where I can do something epic to be remembered but that wouldn't stop me from trying. One thing I will say is that the Cat is persistant.

There you go! That last picture? That's how I'd like to be remembered. That's how I usually laugh out and it's captured just as I am.

shout out to someone: I know you're going to read this sometime soon so thank you for the pictures and yes, every Sunday from now you're going to take my pictures! Nyaaahhh. :P

We'll make a photographer out of you since you've labeled yourself as my fashion sidekick. Hop Hop. I'll remember you.

OLD FASCINATIONS.

2012-01-07T13:14:00.000+05:30

By now you might already know that I have strange fascinations. I am about to tell you another on of them.

Weather reports and time difference.

I was always fascinated with books even when I was something-years old and on my dad's bed side table would be a Readers Digest, TIME magazine and 3 books I can distinctly remember: "My American Journey" by Colin Powell, Russian fairytales and a small pocket-sized book about the weather. It had been with him since his college days. And that would be in the 50s/60s.[I have old parents]

The weather book caught my fancy at first because of the images. All the layers of the earth's atmopshere - Troposphere, Stratosphere, Mesosphere and Ionsphere- were painted out and it showed the weather phenomenons that occurred within them. It was followed by the various forms of clouds and then came my favorite pages: the never ending pages of lightnings. The most colorful sightings, the loudest ones, the strokes of a lightning... and it had visuals which blew me away. I never had a fear of the thunder or lightning. In fact, after reading about them later, I would try to stand outside when it was lightning to see if I could spot any of the ones shown in the book.

[Thank you Jesus for lightning conductors my mother would say]

The thing with the time difference started when my brother was in the States. The Parents would always time it perfectly to call him in a convient time for both them and him. 'Strange' I used to think. But then I soon realised the importance of it and soon, it become something fun for me. I got hold of the time zones pretty quick and my deductions were and still are pretty spot on. When people or friends I knew went out abroad or if I ever spoke to them via chat or mail, my first question was always "what's the time?" and this wasn't about being polite or running out of things to say. It was really out of genuine interest.

In fact, when phones started the apps of world clocks, you now know who was the happiest. Every phone I have had so far has a row of time from my favorite cities in the world.

I don't know what it is about the time and weather about its definitely got a pattern of life, don't it? I mean, time is always ticking by and flying right under our very noses and you think its really not making a difference but you know that's not true. Histories are made, there is life and death, a new discovery, someone waiting, someone leaving... there is so much happening within a spilt second that if you were to stop and thinking about one second, you wouldn't catch up to the next second.

The weather is another thing. It's more like our mood. Happy, gloomy, angry or calm and serene. Don't we always associate it to the weather?

I keep a constant check of the weather as well by the way. I think my iPhone has about 6 to 7 listings of weather reports and world timings and yes, I like to check them time and again.

I remember commenting on New Years around 2:00am after checking my clocks. "It's still not New Years in London, New York, Paris and Madrid but Tokyo and Melbourne are way into it" said I.

In a book called "Maya" by Jostein Gaarder, it is said that there is one spot in the Fiji islands that is taken as the center of the time zones. The earth's elliptical shape proves every spot to be the centre but this one in Fiji is said to be it.

In the turn of the millenium, people from all over gather there so they could be the first to welcome 2000. Ever since then, Fiji is on my list to go visit.

This has nothing regarding my pictures. Except the color palette really. They are a slight reminder of the lightning painting and images in the weather book.

These were from a shoot for the fashionandyou.com magazine's current issue.

I guess its the New Years that's making my mind go crazy with TIME itself. I am even reading a book called "Tinkers" by Paul Harding which is about an old clock repair man who lays dying surrounded by his family but it is only the ticking of his clocks, especially his grandfather clock, that give him calm and peace.

We keep trying to make a resolution at the start of every year and more often than not, it is about always looking at the previous year and to not repeat them:

- Not drink or smoke.
- Get a better job.
- Not make the same mistakes in love.
- Not spend more money on shoes.

These are one of our most common resolutions. Why? I'm not saying don't keep them but why should we use them as an excuse or a mistake? Think about it. You got drunk and had the best night you can't remember but always laugh about. You had the best time with that boy/girl you had a short time with. Sure, you cried buckets full or punched the wall till you bled but weren't there times when all he/she did was make you smile and be in their arms? So you bought a million shoes! So what? They may not be an "investment" but you love them and you feel happy with them. If that's one of your fascinations, why should you just bring it to a halt?
As for your job, if you did want a better one, you would've moved long ago. But you're there because there really is something that you must like there. Despicable as it is, there IS something isn't there?

Listen. Nothing is going to last forever. Not even your love for shoes. If time and weather, mother nature's creations, aren't constant, how can we be? Love something for as long as you can because in truth, nothing really lasts us forever. The only that I have been secretly making for the past 2 years is that I mature and grow up more a little bit more so I can really understand what's going on around me. I hope I am succeeding.
What happened last year will always be as it is. Now it is all but a memory of something good and something bad. If it hadn't happened, it would be like an incomplete part of my life. So for all the anger, the tears, the money wasted and earned, fights with friends, hellos and goodbyes and new found something-somethings, its all tucked away in a part of my memory to be recalled time and again this year.

Welcome then, to another folder of new memories.

FACT: All geographical mentions were out of memory NOT google! I hope I got them right and also hope my geography is still intact because that was a hated subject for me for some odd reason.

more pictures on my facebook page.

Picture credits:
They were shot months ago when was hair was shorter. :)

Photographer: Dwaipayan Mazumdar.
Styling: Santu M "thedevilwore"
Clothes: all mine.

29-12-2011.

2011-12-29T15:05:00.000+05:30

Letting go doesn't always have to be so hard. It also doesn't always have to end in fights, tears or constant phone calls. Most of the time, we let go of things or we are set free because its just time. Time isn't the culprit so we need not blame it. It's just that it really is time for that.

A few days ago, I think I sort of shouted out at the parents. Not the best time to do that! It was a 2 days before Christmas and a day before my Dad's birthday but to that point, non of that really made any impact on me because I really did realise one thing in that definite moment: My parents are never going to let me go. I mean "let go" in terms of a cat and her litter of kittens, a duck and her ducklings. They're really bent on never letting me take flight.

I understand it to a certain extend. I'm the youngest, its a big, bad world, I need to grow more... yaddi-da-di-da. Seriously, to be honest, that's bull. It's just excuses I am giving myself on their behalf. The only thing that they're holding on to is that I am their youngling.

But hey. Everybody grows up and sometimes, its really hard. I get that. I've had to say a million goodbyes too, in death and farewell. It hurts. It makes you feel less important. It leaves you feeling hollow but it's really all part of life and growing up. I'm not a parent [and nor do I wish to be one for a long time] so I may not understand these sentiments but sometimes, parents and for that matter, siblings [who are 100 years older than you] aren't always right.

I'm not saying I'm Miss. Know-it-all nor am I Miss. Always-correct, but sometimes, the calls and judgments I make aren't always wrong. Yes, compared to you I am still young and that gives me reason to make mistakes. But this is the beauty of living. We're really born to die eventually but till that happens, we're born to make mistakes, pick up ourselves and learn from it.

What's the purpose of growing up if I am going to be spoon-fed and be looked out for in every step of my way? Let me fall, let me stumble, let me cry and let me learn it the hard way. That makes life REAL. That's going to make life worth living so that one day when I am 64 and listening to The Beatles, reading my memoirs, I can say I have lived a life worth living.

Maybe I get it from my parents or maybe its just a human thing but I am not really good at letting go too. I am not one to badger or go on and on about the situation. I kill myself silently over it. Well, that's one thing I've learned from the way I am treated. I HATE being badgered on so I guess I probably work on myself and just let it go on.

I have issues letting go of old things; old clothes, old letters, gifts, pictures and yeah... people for certain. Its just that, even when you prepare for it, when the time comes, its never easy. But you learn to deal with it. You learn that with time, with all the crying and saddest of days, its not really the end. You're letting go, you let go... the chances of something or someone coming back is never certain and that's when you realise and say "dang! WHY did I let all that time slip past me?"

*work on that, cat. Work on that*

In 6 months time, who can tell where we'd be? For all I know, the world may cease to exist by June 2012. That's a load of bull but hey... I'm being a complete pessimist and a conspiracy theorist here. That's definitely not going to happen.

One things for sure. We're not going to change in our perception of what we want, what we love and where we want to go. What probably will change is how we will look at those perspectives in that moment in time.

I'm not going to kill myself thinking about what MAY or MAY NOT happen. I like to let time run its own course. I've never been a sucker of wanting to stop time and live in the moment or know what it's going to bring. The little surprises that life brings? I await those. I know most people are anxious to know. Not I. What I would like to be is to be prepared.

I'm going to back track on this post 6 months from now and see if I was right about me. Maybe I'm wrong about everything but maybe I'm right too. See? Again. Only time will really tell.

To grow.

To learn.

To know.

Patience. Time. Bemusement. Wondering. Way too many words to describe my apt mode of writing today.

The Devil will start acting like an over-grown baby if I forget to credit him for the pictures so Santu [thedevilwore blog], thank you for the pictures. You are appreciated very much.

The pictures don't really go along with my dazed and confused mood so I guess in these pictures, they don't really speak the 1000 words that I have spoken.
So this is more or less me saying "HI! I'm showing face, still alive, still blogging, not dead." *smiley face should be inserted here*

LENGTH.

2011-12-17T23:32:00.000+05:30

(via www.style.com)

The Calvin Klein Pre-Fall 2011 collection was a very monochromatic collection. It was the perfect feeling of an autumn day that an artist using pastels would sketch.

Smoke from the fire, the brown falling leaves and the darkening skies should all sound dreary and dull but these colours have never done anything less than to excite me.

On a recent trip for thrift shopping after a good 3 months, I spend Rs. 400/- [approx $10] and finished a whole round in 20 minutes. A disappointment would be an understatement. The one good thing that I did spot was a dress which I was immediately reminded of a Calvin Klein Collection.

My winter dress as I like to call it.

Forgive the iPhone self shots but at this point, I can't carry a camera about me. :/

The phone is the best way that I can think of to post outfit shots so yeahh. I think my next few posts are pretty much going to be phone pictures.

Winter's completely set in and as bitter as the cold is, I couldn't have asked for a better time.
Hope the Christmas Spirit has set in for each one of you because my spirits are getting lifted a little by little! :)

POPLIN.

2011-12-09T11:44:00.003+05:30

Sleep is like a fantasy. You enter a whole new portal where anything can happen and when you wake up, its "hello again, my boring life."
I can pretty much go to sleep in anything I wear. I've never been too finicky about my night-suits, jammies et al. I can even sleep in some gigantic fur coat if you'd let me!
Truth be told, NOT a good habit. Not in terms of comfort. Oh, I feel absolutely nothing when I sleep! I sprawl out like the whole bed is mine for the taking, irregardless of who there is. Of course, unless you are a nice and kind bear hugger who'd allow me to sleep in your arms, I sleep normally. The Big Sister calls me an overgrown baby. She's in this part of the world for a short visit again so she's staying with me.
a few days ago, I woke up earlier than usual and was getting restless, wanting to sleep more. So I was tugging at her hand to sleep in. What a sigh she gave! It was like an angry bear, followed by her words of "OH GOD! You overgrown baby!"

I am the youngest child. Don't blame me.

Lucy and me were first introduced on the phone. She saw my blog and she was planning a visit to my hometown and it all worked out. Since then, we've been in touch. She is the official blogger for MAWI but right now, she has embarked on a whole new project and it makes me want to invite the sandman over and put me into a dreamless slumber.
"Poplin" is the name given to this exquisite line of night wears and they spell nostalgic comfort.
In Lucy's own words:
"I was really inspired by traditional British men's tailoring- my boyfriend had this amazing old polka dot silk pyjama shirt that had belonged to his grandfather. I loved how old and worn it was, and felt really inspired to design and produce pieces that would be used and loved like that!"

The times when I do make an effort to wear my jammies, I pull on shirts and sleep. My dad used to have this big ol' tummy in my younger days but its not there anymore so all his shirts are HUGE. It's really a blessing in disguise for me because I reap the benefits of his stomach loss by putting his Shirts into amazing use, one of them being night suits.

When I see Poplin, I feel I could really be a giant cat curling up into a big ol' warm quilt wearing their night suits. *Puuurrrss*

So this is Poplin. It launches on Christmas day online at www.poplin.co.uk
The Facebook page and blog for Poplin always have interesting articles and pictures so I'd advise you to bookmark/follow them. They are always an interesting read.

Lucy is originally from the UK but has been in India for a long time. Her writing is a clear reflection of the two worlds and how she always find love in both. It wakes my brain up at times and I hear myself say "Wake up! You really do live in an amazing country, you know that?"

photo courtesy: from the Poplin Facebook Page album

ANIMALISTIC.

2011-11-15T18:56:00.001+05:30

My first encounter with Squirrels? The Summer of 1996 New Delhi. There were millions racing and chasing each other near some odd tree. I wanted to capture them. i don't feel the same way anymore. I think they like their races and chases.

I also remember my first and only camel ride. It was during that same Summer and wasn't I happy! I couldn't stop talking about it and you know what? I would love a camel ride again!

My Best Friend is supposed to buy me a zoo when he becomes all rich and famous. Of course, he may have changed his mind considering I am being a mean cat to him. Note: NOT my fault! Really!

Okay, just so we're clear I am not a member of PETA. If I were, I'd probably be thrown out because I am not such a hard-core animal-rights sort of person. I love some animals but some, like snakes, can very well pave their way to hell, die and just be never heard of. But Pandas and Penguins, Snow Bears and Snow Leopards, gimme!

Animals seem to be quite an inspiration for designs. Be it zebra or leopard prints or the widely copied Miu Miu Cat print. Animal designs have this certain oddity when its printed on clothes. They always turn out to look a bit cartoon-y hence keeping the balance of the realism and the style statement.

My wardrobe is close to extinction. I am pretty much running out of clothes to wear on a daily basis and every time I frisk my clothes to come up with an ensemble, I just notice what I don't have.
Gray, Black and Orange is omnipresent. I lack colours and prints. Everything is just in solid colours. Its not really a problem per se especially if you toss a yellow satchel that goes with all but time and time again, I see myself and I bore myself so bringing in some animals seem to help. This Panda affinity is a bit odd though. I bought this T from forever 21 and in my pile of toss, keep and store, I found an old T shirt that was a gift. Its got two pandas on it too. One big animal face to cover up my solid colour monotony. ~~It could work~~. It WILL work.

I recently shifted houses and its a quaint little place. I feel right at home and I also freeze myself to death in it because its a cold house. I mean, in terms of weather. Its REALLY cold!
This is my living room. I am no interior designer. I just place things where I think is fitting for some of the objects if we can call it that. The end result? It resembles a miniature doll house. I'm down with that. I felt like a huge-ass Alice.

My Carlton Oxfords aged around 3/4 years old are hating on me. I have pretty much used and abused them so much, there are horrid markings on them now. Its a bit painful to be honest. They have to be the most faithful and comfortable shoes around so I guess I need to map out a shoe calender for them. I haven't found oxfords as comfortable as them. My suitcase/doctor squirrel bag is my new found love for obvious reasons.
Just a note to everyone: It is NOT advisable to dress like me if you're in Delhi and you plan to go out post 5:30pm. Pull up them socks and stockings. Else you will freeze. True story. I have learned my lesson well. Just so you'd know, I did carry my pair of knee-high socks but yeah, not a good idea to be pulling up socks in front of some x odd eyes.
Notice my last post? I was wristwatch-less. It literally cracked after it took a fall in the bathroom. I felt the pain in my heart when I saw it. If you wear a watch, you'll probably know when I say how weird it is to not have something in your wrist after wearing one for so long. For a good long week, i wore bracelets and some odd rounded things on my hand and time and time again, I would flick my wrist to check the time only to realise I am being a spaz.
But there are still nice people left in this world. No, the Best Friend didn't lend me his this time but another nice bugger I know seems to have trusted me enough not to shatter his.
*I promise to take good care!*

On another note: Its official. I can now say that I have LONG HAIR! I can do my to-knot without the odd clips at the back of my head! *Cat purrrsss*
Its a big deal for me because this is officially the longest I have had in my ENTIRE life. No kidding. One day I will show you a collage of my hair-o-graphy. Short, shorter, shortest is how the timeline goes. I mean, come on. I wasn't born bald without a purpose. Yeah, that didn't really need to make sense but either ways.... Ummm... Yeah. Okay.
*awkward silence. I was a bald baby*

RIGHT then!

Until the next post, yeah?

PS: I REALLY REALLY LIKE JUSTIN BIEBER.

08-11-2011

2011-11-08T18:02:00.001+05:30

I'm trying not to blog for the heck of it. So I'm busy, yay! Awesome. It means that I am definitely not being a waste of space like I usually think I am. Good Cat.
Today was eventful to say the least! 12:00am ride to a friends place for Happy Birthday wishes and scrumptious, creamy, strawberry cake. You could die a happy death with that cake even if all the while, I was sure about suffering from frost bites. Winter is fast approaching and you can never be too sure of what to expect.

For example: This morning. This morning started off with a dash and a peck and before you know it, I was in a minor accident. The Cat now has 6 lives remaining if I am counting my paws accurately. No concussions, no bleeding. I just feel a little twitchy and disoriented but the head and heart feel perfectly finesse.
I've never had this habit of season-specific shopping. Come winter, summer, autumn, monsoon, I buy what catches my eye. Like this time, I went to Forever 21 and bought THIS! Isn't it cute? To say that I love is an understatement. I am going to grab me one in black too. I will be a dominatrix cat in them, hell yeh. hear me rawr. Soon. Not now.
I met Pithsala of the-aili in Forever 21 the other say and she helped me picked this sweater. So I am channeling the Colonel Mustard ready for winter. This breaks my gray-black wardrobe for winters. Forget it when I say I am trying to incorporate colour. Its just a lie. Its ALL a LIE! I can't do colour. I give up.

The only aim I have for the month of November is to finish Gabriel García Márquez's "100 Years Of Solitude."

another one of those "Mental Block" books. Believe me. I first picked this book up when I was 14. Its going to be almost 10 years now. ALMOST. I'm not 24 yet. Good God, no! I don't want to be older before my time.

Recently, its dawned on to me that I don't really lack emotions per se. I used to be under this veiled thought that my emotions have been switched off without any hope of feeling anything. Yeah, No. Its not as drastic or depressing as it sounds. In fact, I've lived a good 20 something years that way. But coming back to my realisation. It was just a few nights ago. One of those nights when it feels like the storm is hovering only over your head while the sun shines bright everywhere else. So what exactly is it with me if I don't lack them?
I seem to find a way to evade them and blur them out. I space out. I try so hard that it's just become a part of what I do whenever I want to escape any aspect of what I feel. But of course, there are a few occasions when I eventually reach my breaking point.
From what I have come to experience, I say this: Don't follow the cats paw prints. I'd much rather be a bucket full of emotions.

So I leave you here for now. This will be part of a diary entry [or not. It depends on the level of my drowsiness].
I wish you no accidents but I wish you happy if this is a day marked as something special for you.

x

UNKNOWN-ANON.

2011-10-22T10:51:00.001+05:30

There's a slight nip in the air and its time to dig out the blazers already. I love cold weather and I love blazers too. I really have no issues with the weather if its freezing cold or windy and I have no problems with fitted or loose blazers. So far, its been a fitted gray blazer and windy nights. I emphasis on GRAY because well... Its gray? It's my favorite colour? It's my only fitted blazer? It's by some anonymous designer? They all
form a chain to tell the story of Anonymous.
"Anonymous started out like you and I and one day, he begat an interest in tailoring. He redid his pants, his dad's old pants and soon he carried it on to his blazers and suits. On reworking them, he gave them an edge and he gave them life. His sister, impressed, began to wear his reworked pieces and soon, he even had people asking him. He was still young and in school and constantly got teased for being a 'tailor.'
He paid no heed and continued to work his way. soon after, he entered design school and on graduating, opened his very own boutique. He knew he wasn't meant for the higher calling of Paris or London. He was interested in catering to his own.
His shop did well for a while but after some time, he knew he had to say goodbye to his life as a tailor. Not too many people missed it. Some even forgot his name or the fact that he even existed. For those who remembered him, they missed him dearly and always spoke of his clean cuts and well fitted tailoring. But that was that. His clothes floated from Charity stores like Salvation army to export houses. Some would be lying in perhaps grandma's closet. No one would know who he was. He faded into oblivion and he became anonymous. Some designer.
So then someone like me goes into a thrift store or wrecks her sister's wardrobe and finds it. Then it becomes a vintage/secondhand piece. The name dies."
Sometimes I go through my Vintage and Secondhand pieces and look at the name tag and google them. Some I find, some I don't. The thing is, I wonder about the floating anons and their designs. Fashion keeps repeating itself. Every season of every year, trends change. Its not a race against time anymore. Its a race against fashion. Look closely at the trends. I don't need to tell you this but isn't everything reworked and of the past?
When the whole school boy/androgynous look was trending at an all time high in 2008, blazers were the key pieces. Even before the high street brands had them, I remember buying 2/3 of them in a vintage store. Fashion in 2010 saw Mad Men as the ultimate inspiration and saw a revival of the 1950s Sunday/Grandma dresses. I bought around 5 of them for 500 bucks in a secondhand store. See what I'm trying to say? These clothes are just lying everywhere years in and out and for decades to come. Trends repeat over and over again. Its a co-relation. The anons paved the way for the names we know now but they are just mannequins; In some corner, ignored, done away after they've served their purpose of holding support.
This dress was for 20 bucks. No, I'm serious. Make me swear on anything. It REALLY was for 20 bucks. It has a label too. Unknown. Anon. Peter pan collar, fitted form, pockets and navy blue. Count that. Trending brownie points especially the Peter pan collar, yes?

A day after these pictures were taken, my pretty earrings got lost. Now I have only one side. :(

Shoe's aren't mine. I was just trying them on for comfort reviews. They're Carlton London's if you're wondering.

[thank you Andy for the pictures! ♥]

If you're wondering, Anon really IS Anon. I've just been wondering about all the labelled-but-not-labelled clothes I have collected over the years from thrift and vintage stores and maybe that's not really their story, but its the best I could image at 2:00am.

Shutting up now.

WIND.

2011-10-14T17:32:00.000+05:30

The last 10 days could be made into a short and sweet memoir. Not too much of happenstance or accidents but that's just something I'm coming to terms with.

I don't look like one, but trust me I am your ultimate drama queen. The Parents enjoy my company at home mainly because of my dramatics so their constant calling is purely for the sake of entertainment.

So where do I begin?

I was on my way to meet Manou-Manou of wearabout, Arushi of Bohemian Like You and Pithsala of The-Aili and had somehow ended up looking like a 1950s church goer in a sleepy English countryside. The dress is of course, vintage and is on a sharing basis with The Sister who is on a visit. The polka dots look like little hearts and it falls ever so gracefully. It swiveled and swirled and flew on my way. To my eyes only, there is something enigmatic about moving fabric in the wind. Yeah. Okay. No. I'm not going to make one of those moving images which I stare at all the time. [Why couldn't I think of that FIRST?!?]

This meeting was a very special day and I have to follow the 'I can't talk about it' drill with you. In a little while perhaps.

I went to Fashion week for a few hours after and met people who I have been in touch with through all forms of social media but never met them face to face. That was a such a glorious feeling especially meeting monsieur Al. When we hugged, it was one of those HALLELUJAH moments and no one else mattered.

My Miu Miu wannabes. [or were they Prada?]Either ways,sweet eh? They look good on few occasions when I let my hair down. Which brings me to my hair! Its growing, its growing, its growing long! Its teaching me patience to say the least.

On that note, recently, a LOT of things have been testing my patience and its highly mystifying the way I am being able to tolerate it. If I am not wrong, its called "coming of age" or simply, maturity isn't it? Well to be honest, I don't think I am being as mature as I would like to be. The Father and me are having an angry text off for no apparent reason. Not like either of us will admit the fault, we will just philosophize on it. These are the times when I realise that its so much simpler talking to The Mother YET no, I never learn. Blame it on being Daddy's little girl. Nevertheless, tomorrow is a new day.

As mentioned earlier, I love the effect of the wind so this is just another shot but at night. Yes yes. I am so artsy, no? The Cat kids. So I am going to end this post here and now. I have an array of blog posts that needs to be POSTED so perhaps soon you shall see them. Now I shall do what I haven't done in a while: Stalk the 2011/2012 resort collection. Stella McCartney makes me want to shoot myself because never in a million years am I ever even going to land a piece for myself. The closest I've come to a Stella? Her perfumes.
Before I yawn myself to death... Hold it. I can't remember whatever it was that I wanted to mention anymore. Next time I'd say.

xx

APPEAR-DISAPPEAR.

2011-10-07T13:30:00.000+05:30

Umm... Hi? Hello? Meows and Purrs. The Cat still lives. Read: STILL. Barely. I don't know how long I have. Out of my 9 lives, I'd say I have lost about 3 of those lives. All that even before I am 30! Bless my soul, I say.

My head is pounding right now and I have by far the worst song ever going on and its adding on more to the pain in my head. Did you know Miley Cyrus's song "Party in the USA" has 250, 660, 916 hits? And how I landed up on Miley was through a Wiz Khalifa song. Strange.

I am not a YouTube fan. I only go there to get music I don't find elsewhere. All my friends are YouTube whores. Its mental what they find. what they SEARCH more like.

I've joined the elite club of Bloggers with DSLRs. Oh, I jest you not. to my very own observation only, I've noticed all fashion bloggers have a DSLR. It;s become some unwritten blogger rule.

BUT I am staying true and sticking to my guns. The DSLR isn't mine. Its on a borrowing basis. It belongs to an amazing friend of mine who says he's too lazy to use it.

I'm still not sure if I want to buy one really because I am still struggling with the functions. Not to sound cocky, but eventually I'll get used to it but the pain of carrying such a bulky thing around is really a pain. [Give me a Cambridge Company Satchel and then perhaps we can talk eh]

Anyway, I'm no photographer so I don't think I'm in to cash out on an awesome D-something and a 50mm lens. Perhaps in another 6 months with the will power to save and a few photography lessons from here and there and then perhaps you may see me prancing with MY DSLR.

As you can see, I am very much still normal. My love for dressing up hasn't been vanquished by evil forces. God no! In fact, I think I am getting dressier. Rephrase: My look is evolving yet again. This particular look doesn't really justify it but yes. I seem to be liking a lot of short stuff! Thank God for the coming winters. I can say goodbye to my rather tiny over-used black high-waist shorts. Bring on the blazers and knee high socks! I'll so be in my element.

The Chucks, Stripes and maxi in this post reminds me of a post which Ruhi of RepublicOfChic did months ago called "Bleeding Blue."
Only difference is mine is a maxi dress which I refuse to wear as a maxi dress because it shows my fantastically plump arms. So disguise and camouflage it is!

I don't know what direction this blog is heading in now. I wish I could blog more often but time really is of the essence. I really have no time to take pictures in the day and I hate, hate night shoots. Although I may have to resort to that now. Either ways, I just want to thank you all for always standing by the Cat even if she disappears for days and days.

Now I shall disappear again.

x

DIANA MINI CONTEST WINNERS.

2011-10-03T02:03:00.000+05:30

I made you wait a rather long time didn't I? But trust me. You wouldn't have wanted to be in my paws! The photo entries were all so amazing, I wanted to choose about 7 pictures to win the Diana Mini. So how did I finally choose the pictures?

I looked at all of them together and the images that always flooded back to me, I picked as the winner. NOT EASY!

so here are the winners:

1. The winner of the Diana Mini is: Phitssono Yanthan.

"I want to shoot with the Diana Mini because... the pictures are more impressive and striking, taken from it."

2. This is the second winning entry, sent in by: Santu Misra. he is the blog owner of TheDevilWore.

"In this digital age(of photography), we have kinda left behind what wrote the foundation of modern photography. So to be a part of lonography India's efforts to rejuvenate film photography with diana mini and experience the magic of shooting in film is my reason for wanting "THE DIANA MINI.

p.s.- Also because it's too cute to resist. "

3. The third winning entry is by: Anirban Deuri.

"I want to shoot with the Diana Mini because I have been shooting villains with my awesome powers (Check snap at this point) since time immemorial and since I heard about Diana (mini), I have wanted nothing more than to shoot with her slender sexy body in my hands. And imagine this same picture taken with her analogically."

I will be posting up ALL the entries on my facebook PAGE as soon as I get the approval of all the contestants so if you're one and haven't approved, look through your inbox! You'll have an awaiting mail from me. I am super excited to show EVERYONE all the amazing pictures I got for the entry!

The winners will be hearing from Lomography India very soon so look forward to that!

Thank you all so much for your participation. And I hope you have all LIKED the Lomography India Page on Facebook. If not, make sure you do!

COLOUR-FILLED

2011-09-21T15:28:00.000+05:30

'blogger-esque' pictures from the night at Lacoste.

Don't forget the Lomography Diana contest ends on the 25th of September so if you're still yet to submit a picture, get it done on the double!
For the requirements, rules, what it's about and what you stand to win.
click and get diverted: HERE.

Got some great entries. Looking forward to more!

LACOSTE.

2011-09-19T13:46:00.001+05:30

Lacoste. I only think of the epic green Crocodile when I think about Lacoste. That green Crocodile's been imprinted in my memories since I was a tumbling kid with skinned knees.

Lacoste India invited a few bloggers to review their Fall/Winter collection on the 16th of September [2011]. On reaching, I met up with Pithsala of As I Like It, Arushi of Bohemian Like You, Surabhi of Love Struck Cow, Nayantara of Seren-dip-a-tea and Santu of The Devil Wore and as bloggers meet, blogger do, we talked like we grew up together.

The Lacoste collection gave me a very retro vibe for some reason. There were bright colours, polka dots, more colour, bow-ties and a particular pretty black pleated mini skirt.

It also helps that Lacoste has one of the most interesting histories and timeline as to how the brand began.

I felt like I was in a colour-filled wonderland and couldn't help buttake pictures in colour codes for my blog post.

*I need to grab me some polo T-shirts ASAP*

*I cannot decide which colours so I hope I can buy ALL*

So soak in some colour from Lacoste!

The Lacoste Showroom is located in:

South Extension,
Part 2,
Main Road. [New Delhi]

you wouldn't be disappointed by the store nor the lovely people who work at Lacoste.

Thank You Lacoste [India] !

*PS: Another post to come shortly*

BLUE.

2011-09-09T12:10:00.002+05:30

So I'm still alive.

I had a brilliant series of unfortunate events that involved me falling from the stairs and spraining my ankle and getting a rather long scratch on my back at 5 in the morning and almost ruining my awesome sheer white shirt. The shirt was the first thing that flashed in my mind. Of course, it was replaced in a split second by the pain in the foot.

Trust me when I say 5 days of being confined within your own house isn't the most interesting moments of a Cat's life.

Of course, it gets worst when once the foot felt better, I was invaded by viral fever and all his friends: cough+cold+tonsillitis+sinus.

And just when I was back up on my feet, I am sick again.

I am a healthy girl seriously! But my immune system is mentally jacked!

So there you go. The reason of me MIA.

Man-on-the-go Wearabout and Gorgeous Bryfling paid me a visit and saw the Cat in her worst state ever. At least there was a brighter side. I had my friends pay me visit with food all the time! Well not everyone got food but I gots me lots of love. *ThankyouThankyou*

I am now an over-fed house cat as of now who desperately wants to watch "Rise Of The Planet Of The Apes" only because I have a lifelong crush on Tom Felton.

So what did I do during my own house arrest?

1. I crashed my laptop which isn't more than 6 months old.

2. I found the BEST website ever to kill time. www.damnyouautocorrect.com. If you are an iPhone user, you WILL relate! It's a riot. I have been nexting the pages for some retarded number of hours.

3. Kept off all social networking sites as you may have noticed.

4. Read.

5. Cooked Chicken! I am not an ace cook, but I cook pretty well. There had always been something about Chicken that put me off since forever. Chicken had ALWAYS been my mental block for some retarded reason and since I don't eat Chicken much, it just added on. So I did try it and it turned out not so bad! I ripped off whatever I could remember of Dad's recipe and 'auto-filled' it with whatever was in my sight.

6. Watched 'Friends With Benefits' and thought it was kick-ass until the cliched Hollywood ending. *Come on! Just kill someone or make them go far, far away already! It would be a happy-sad ending!*

7. My house is giving up on me. Chipping walls, flooding and well... yeah. More. Its a beautiful and airy house BUT its old. I guess it has to give way at some point.

I did eventually go out a few times to test the leg and gain some fresh air [that sounds like a joke. "Fresh air" in Delhi. Piffftt!].

I kid you not, I think I raped Forever 21.

So I do have a not so lot of things to show you. Its just that being a sick Cat makes it impossible to really dress well and go out, wherever it may be.

By the end of it, it always seemed like I took a decade to dress up and taking pictures became a pain.

But soon and you know I keep my word!

In the meantime, these are some shots taken during the HT Brunch shoot that was out in the first week of July.

The pictures were taken by the brilliant Ronjoy Gogoi while we weren't looking.

I hope this would be good enough for a post after almost 10 days, yes? Okay, maybe no. But I'll pretend I hear YES from all.

I feel like the MAN in me is just so damn evident in this shot. Lol. Don't Mess With!

The Devil's Bunny Ears on the Cat.

This may not look like me... but IT IS ME!

Its the camera trick and my hair falling on my face. I don't have such long eye lashes. In fact, I have NO eye lashes. Soon I shall show you a close up of my precious eyes.
I even attempted the lamest thing: I cut my lashes in the hopes of them growing longer. EPIC FAIL.
Mascara? Impossible to apply.
Fake Lashes? I am a walking-talking catastrophe. It will fall from my face.
I am doomed.

If Prashant Verma can hear me: "GIMME THIS DRESS!"

My full outfit of that day.

So I hope to be back on course to blog often now. After all the events that seem to have befallen me recently, I cannot wait for NORMAL.

*all photos taken by Ronjoy Gogoi so in case you use them for whatever reason, don't forget to add credit to him. Or in any case, no plagiarism please.

DIANA WANTS YOU.

2011-08-25T11:21:00.003+05:30

As it states! The Cat and Lomography India get together to give YOU your very own Diana Mini!! [*do a happy dance*]

your Cat has been chosen as the Lomo Amigo for the Month of August and so this is a special treat for you! :)
you can read my little interview on the Lomography website here -> The Fashion Astronaut.

The contest is open for a month so that would be from 25th August to 25th September [2011, needless to say. -_-] and you stand to win a Diana Mini with Flash and a pack of film to go along with it. Like my Diana? You can get one too!

I thought it'll be fun to mix fashion and photography for this contest. it doesn't have to be fashion photography mind you, I mean ANY aspect of photography.
[Oh. I am going to be judging the pictures!]

So for the Diana Mini to be yours, just follow the instructions below:

1. LIKE the Lomography India page on Facebook HERE.
2. E-mail me at: lazymanxcat@gmail.com with your subject as 'lomocat' and send in your picture along with a tag line that will start with:
"I want to shoot with the Diana Mini because... "

Please remember that you can only send in ONE picture meaning only one entry so take your time. You have an entire month to think of the perfect picture to win the cutest Blue film camera.
This is open internationally as well so yeah! No one is left out.

good Luck! I am looking forward to wonderful, insane, crazy, abstract and awesome pictures from all of you.

If you want to know more about the Diana or any other Lomography camera, head over to www.lomography.in and trust me when I say that you will spend hours and hours there. It is the one website I never tire of.

ALPHABETICAL.

2011-08-18T16:37:00.000+05:30

In the morning: The biggest question that was creating quite a havoc in my mind: WHICH SOCKS DO I WEAR?!?
And then I ended up not wearing socks in the end.
1. My Wayfarers were lost for a good 2 weeks. They were inside a now ignored bag.
2. Its another addition of gray into my collection with this F21 top.
3. My Watch is somewhere between 15 to 25 minutes fast. I don't know which one to decide upon.
NOTE: this does not help whatsoever. I am always late.
4. My Silver Chrysoprase ring. It just needs to be slipped on. You must have noticed it a million times. Chryosprase is the gem stone for Gemini by the way. And no, I'm not a Gemini and I don't follow star signs and such.
5. I am obsessed with my cross pendant necklace. Its got 4 missing crystals but they beautifully align and look intentional.
6. Perhaps I have found THE fragrance in YSL's 'Parisienne' or maybe not. I shuffle perfumes like its another one of my playlists.
7. My new School Boy shoes. for about Rs. 600/- [$13], they're the best boys ever.
8. Leo socks. I.l.o.v.e.L.E.O.

Present situation and mood: Would like to rip my wisdom tooth out.
It's been haunting me since 10th grade. Last Dentist filled me with joy saying he could pull it now because its stuck. New dentist says it will grow, its not stuck. it PAINS.

Last 2 weeks: I.d.o.n.t.r.e.m.e.m.b.e.r.m.u.c.h.
Five things at the top of my head.
1. losing my ZARA Men's shirt after which I was 'motivated' to de-clutter my clothes rack. My minimalist approach was more along the lines of if it don't fit, fit it in!
2. Chugging Gatorade, Coffee and Lemon+Hot water.
3. Endlessly changing my Premier League Fantasy Football team. This has reminded me that I need to make changes STAT.
4. I could be a Bat. Or an Owl. Or anything that goes bump in the night and doesn't sleep.
5. Worst phone call of my life. This is the fault of alphabet M.

T r u e - S t o r y: [guest starring Manou Manou from www.wearabout.wordpress.com]
Calling A when you need to call B. I know we've all made this particular honest errors. Okay, some not so honest!
Blame it on Gossip Girl, I cultivated the habit of saving a lot of my phone contacts with just the person's alphabets. I have AK, D, GK, GG, VS, Z and so on and so forth. You get it.
Then there was evil M. Dial M for Murder. It felt like it.
Manou Manou got the honour of being the only M in my old phone. Came the change, he got changed to 'M Wearabout' and the iPhone saves the contact in terms of the last name.
So evil M was saved for an acquaintance. An acquaintance I'd rather not like to meet forever and forever if I can really, really, really help it.

Call it karma or fate or any of that baloney, came the day when I did need to call Mr. Wearabout about the bloggers convention going to be hosted by FashionandYou at the Lakme Fashion Week that is currently underway in Mumbai.
Yes I did the inevitable.
I don't know why I couldn't catch on to the voice! In fact, I was surprised that "M" texted back because he was in the middle of his travels. I called and had a wonderful 10 minute tea time chat. Even when I started talking about some blog related things, the convention and whether he could make it. "M" did not sound confused at all! In fact he said something along the lines of "i'll-let-you-know."
Then I asked him where he was at and "M" said he would be in Delhi the next day and that we should meet. Seeing as we met last time too, I said 'awesome!' and then it got weird. He said he stayed in North and I've even been to his house and named my friends. and then there it was. The Hallelujah moment. I felt like a doofus!
I have been trying to put my self on stealth mode and ceasing to exist in his presence [No really. I mean it. I even hide behind people] and such a situation arose. I mean, I am awesome at not keeping in touch and waving off people from my phone and it still amazes me that his number existed. What a #FAIL moment.

Its not like I could say no to a plan to which I had replied 'awesome' so I did the usual 'I'll-get-back-to-you-tomorrow' after which I deleted his number and threw my phone like it was a venomous snake.

It was after this that I texted the REAL M and he gave the reply I was expecting: "No more money to message after this!"

Brilliant.

Diana Film.

2011-08-09T02:12:00.000+05:30

There's something about Film isn't there? This is probably the second post in succession that I am going to talk about photographic memory.

After I finished my last post, I was talking with one of my best friends and told her to go check it out and give me her opinion because she's also a photography student. [no offence Akshay! :) I like to hear my friend's opinion. She's my original photographer.]

Moving on...

We were talking about the years that are going to wash over us and how these photographs will be the only remnants of who we were, what we were like and what we did. Only they will continue to remain as proof even after we have moved on.

There are so many things I want to do and so many things I want to see. I want to look back at my life and say 'Yes. I lived a little' and remember them in words, memory and pictures. If not all 3, at least one.

I love the fancy cameras we have these days. My favourite DSLR would be the EOS Canon 550D and if you are wondering, no, I don't own a DSLR.

I am quickly coming to the conclusion that I needn't ever buy a fancy DSLR. I love film, I love the results of the film and I think I will continue to learn how to shoot in film.

The Diana Mini is a cutesy but that doesn't mean she isn't a meany. These are just some pictures taken from my Diana.

Ps: the Cat did it!

Pithsala of The-Aili

Ari of AdamandEve

Images directly from the Diana Mini.

Cropped and darkened to about 30%. Apart from that, no images have been edited. The coloured pictures are a result of the Colour Filter for the flash.

Hopefully, I will have pictures from E, my Yashica Electro, next!

Life In Film

2011-08-02T23:05:00.001+05:30

I'm going to break my usual 'tradition' so-to-speak of the picture first and writings in between using my preferred Courier font.

I also use the name of an awesome UK Indie band as the title because its befitting. And while in the topic of "Life In Film" I kind of want to listen to them so here you go. Give it a listen too: Alleyway.

Life in Film. This feels like such a special post because of it. My Life in film. These pictures were taken by a friend and, as my friends who know my Diana mini but not Akshay in person, Lomo-guy. According to him, he takes good pictures once in a while. I assure you, he lies. Akshay takes most of his pictures with his film cameras and if I am not mistaken, he is currently in love with his Hasselblad.

Akshay asked me to tag along with him to Chandni Chowk, Old Delhi and said he would take a few pictures of me.

It would be an understatement if I said I was ecstatic about the pictures. I really cannot describe how I feel looking at them.

You know those days you get? not a flashback but a glimpse of the future so to speak.

I see these pictures in my future.

One day when I'm 64, as The Beatles song goes, I think I would still smile at the sight of them. I'd like to be remembered as I am in these pictures. They've not failed to capture me as the person I am.

I've put the pictures in sequence as they were taken. Thank you so much Akshay. I really, really love them.

Don't forget to visit Akshay in his flickr account: http://www.flickr.com/photos/akycamera/

and also his blog where there is a bunch of the most interesting photographer's interviews: http://constellationcafe.wordpress.com/

all pictures by: Akshay Bhoan.

PALE VIEW.

2011-07-26T23:29:00.000+05:30

My perception on how to live or to be more specific, how to view life is not as clear as it used to be.

i thought it was a straight road or just black and white.

You make a choice and its pretty clear where you go from that. The outcome seems inevitable.

Then there are times when trying to make the right choices turn out to be the wrong ones.

You try so hard to prove to your head and your heart that this is the choice you intend to make. You ignore your gut feeling and sooner than you can say "hey" everything falls flat on your face.

I recently finished reading Yasunari Kawabata's "Snow Country." The heroine in the book ,Komako, is a Geisha who is never absolutely sure of how she feels or can express it unless she drinks a good deal of Sake and is drunk. So drunk yet she can always manage to walk back home. Her reason was mainly because she needed to enter the house unseen. As you know, Geisha's are not suppose to sleep with guest/patrons.
Its not about finding a similarity with the depth of Komako's characteristics or personality but from time to time, she displays this on and off maturity.
When she was younger, she always behaved too matured.
As she got older, you could see that she was struggling to find balance between growing up and growing old. This book has an almost platonic love story on the surface but this beautiful book written in a wholesome haiku manner is more about human behaviours and relationships.
coming back to Komako, I think I understand the clash in her feelings. Growing up and growing old.
I'd like to think I am grown up but I hate to think about growing old. Its during these moments when I become so edgy eventually leading me to become childish. That said, yes it does sound strange but its true.

The need to stand on my own and fly out from the nest so to speak is something I have been mulling over for sometime.

At the same time, that would mean leaving whatever childish sentiments or behaviours I have held on to out the window. That's not the problem. I am not Peter Pan but to disconnect that and be part of the "real" world ... Be mechanical and follow that routine where you can't even tell what time of the day it is ... Its a whole new discovery of the next step of your life.

Who will remain? Who will go? What happens next?

These questions I wondered about long ago. Now I see the answers unfold. You have to be brave to step out of that protected shell. I wonder if I have it in me.

Time will tell no doubt. But self doubt. Who doesn't have it? But I'll take my self doubts any day rather than being a cocky, smartpants which by the way happens sometimes.

There is an automatic switch hardwired to you when you are sarcastic in nature. It sometimes goes overboard and you just end up being the one thing you never wanted to be. Its only recently that I've been trying to kick my habit of sarcasm. So far, so good. [I think?]

I had to go to another part of the city today for another appointment and this time, I made sure I wasn't wearing heels.

Okay. Yes. I sound so dodgy when I keep saying "appointments" but no, I assure you, they aren't any dodgy deals.

I am over-using my yellow bag a little too much for its own good. E was my companion for this trip and on the way back, I finally dropped off my Diana and E films to b developed. I am hoping nothing goes wrong this time!

"As he caught his footing, his head fell back, and the Milky Way flowed inside him like a roar."
- Yasunari Kawabata, Snow Country.

SWEET.

2011-07-24T21:14:00.000+05:30

Sweet Tooth. I have a weakness for anything sweet. Except Sugar. Okay. Wait. That doesn't make sense when I say it out aloud. Sweets are sugar. What I mean is just sugar in its usual form. Hate it in coffee, lemonade et al. I don't drink tea but if I did, I'd prefer it sugarless.

Be it chocolates or those crazy fattening but undeniable Indian Sweets, it melts in my mouth and I can go on and on and on. Future Blood Sugar patient? Yes Please. NOT that I am proud of it. Just saying. I really, really like sweets.

Liquor chocolates, dark chocolates and bitter chocolates.
Butterscotch, Praline.
Blueberry Cheese Cake, Chocolate Mousse, Strawberry Tarts, Mud Pie dripping in chocolate sauce... Ahhhhh. I fancy some right now!

[and I wonder HOW I gained those extra calories. Idiot head.]

Unknown and unseen by many and sometimes even me, my hair is a different colour now ! *yay* NOT.

It is coloured. But its invisible. It can only be seen when I am under direct sunlight. My hair looks black but on careful observation, it is actually a dark shade of brown.

For years, I have been colouring it only black so it can be close to ebony or raven. Doesn't work. It washes out.

My roots are too strong. I need to colour once more for the shade to really be seen.

On that note, the colour was "Chocolate."

If my hair was really chocolate, I would be chewing on it once every 5 minutes.

I think my dress reminded me a lot of sweets. Its assorted in various colours like a kaleidoscope. Like an awesome candy store. Willy Wonka's Chocolates !

I got lost yesterday before I took these pictures.
I had an appointment I needed to keep and it was a part of the city I wasn't familiar with AT ALL.
Turns out my iphone maps didn't recognize the address either. Public transport doesn't take you to the doorstep most of the time unfortunately.
I was walking and waiting aimless for about 15 minutes [In heels if you must know] until I found the exact place.

This has to be the first time I really, really felt Lost in the city. I am not very good with directions but I somehow end up reaching my destinations after some strange road deductions I do in my head. Even I can't make sense of it.

A few years ago, I never left home without a map of the city. I looked like a crazy tourist and with the map in my hands. Helpful though!

There is one thing I have always kept in mind though.
A friend once told me: "When in doubt, always take a right."
It usually always works out for me. Save a few occasions of course.

Pictures were taken nearby my house not the place I got lost in.
I think I have used the word "colour/coloured" more than I intended to in this post.
PS: Do you spell it 'colour' or 'color' ? I say 'C-O-L-O-U-R.'

I found one more addition to my bucket list while flipping an omelette with my Best Friend today. Its a juvenile one that requires a dozen eggs, lots of flipping and laughing till your back pains.

GROOVING LOW VELOCITY.

2011-07-19T02:35:00.000+05:30

[The title of the post is a special tribute to two special people I am yet to meet. Whether it be an hour an a half or 31 hours, same day or not, we be so close, bros ! ]

In my experience, waiting never helps. Waiting in line to ask a question, waiting forever for a text or call back, waiting to read that book on your list, waiting to check off things from your bucket list ... Anything ! Waiting = does NOT help.

I'm not much of one of those people we like to call "Go-Getters" neither am I too competitive. Its in the genes. Having a laid back father does result in you not always wanting to be the head of the class or captain the football or basket ball team.

I've never wallowed in my sorrows. I suck at certain things while I know I am ace at another. I have never had it in me to push my self too much over the boundaries to strive and be the best.

This pretty much results into me always WAITING.

I think I have too much patience for my own good. I am a short fused and some times sulky 20 something cat but patience is something that seems to have imbibed itself onto me, My level of patience means I can wait and tolerate a lot.
Yes it is brilliant. Yes it is a pain at times.
Its like I am waiting to wait some more.
Waiting for trivial matters is another thing but waiting for other things like words to hear, people to meet or in my case, just waiting for a sudden sign about the uncertainties in life to be solved ... Those issues are plain painful to the sad little head.
I guess I am just trying to write myself a self motivated letter to be a Go Getter for once.

Things seem to be swinging pretty off balance for me but its a mix of good and bad. I am liking the good and enjoying it well but I work so hard at keeping the bad at bay. Being a pessimist only adds salt to the wound and once again, I am waiting - PATIENTLY - for the bad to pass over.
I think and know I can work it out and work on it but the laid back factor plays a bad role. So this post is me talking to myself:

"This is like a bad Déjà vu but stranger things have happened.
Don't be a pansy.
Don't wait around.
Get off it and do something."

Meet E, the latest family member of my very own Vintage collectibles and treasures. E is a Yashica Electro 35.

Once again, I am charged guilty of shopping from the Men's Section. This lovely, lovely shirt was from Zara Men and on sale [yay !].
As per an earlier post titled "SHIRT" I realised I needed a proper man shirt. I have load of them flicked from Dad's closet but I needed one just a little bit fitted. Seeing that FRIEND decided that he looks hotter in his shirt, he claimed it back. Oh well. This shirt although was the smallest size its not as fitted as I hoped it would be, but its rather nice. I could get used to it !
Also, say Hi to 'E' my new friend. A 1970s Film Camera ! Diana is taking a break while I try to hunt for places to develop her films. In the mean time, E has been keeping me company.
And if you're wondering, NO ! I am not one of those people who wear sunglasses at night. The evening sun was shielded off with them before it became a prop.

Summer's almost over. With a few more weeks left to go, I can say that the Summer of 2011 was pretty brilliant. Its one I can look back and be nostalgic about with a smile on my face.

xx

VISUALS.

2011-07-08T11:21:00.002+05:30

How Epic is that picture above? I was shot by the Hasselblad and stoked I was by its magnificence. I can't wait to see the results when the film develops.
This was shot from top with the Canon 5D and it's still so awesome. Film, FIlm, Film. I can't wait to see that !

[click to enlarge and view.]

I have been chosen as a Lomo Amigo and while at first I was completely Moose about it, googling it did the trick. Lomo Amigos, as www.lomography.com states, are "Friends of lomography."

Elijah Wood and Neil Gaiman are just a few of the chosen Lomo Amigos. *ELIJAH WOOD AND NEIL GAIMAN Z.O.M.G*

A short video or a collection of pictures is required from each Amigo and Akshay, photographer, friend and Lomo man, captured me in visual and speech. How was I? Nerve wrecking and awkward much!

Being an actress is definitely not written in my stars.

The video was shot within the confines of my room and in the process of it, Akshay was very kind to take some pictures for the blog too.

I received a new Diana Mini and this time, it even included a flash. It has to be one of the cutest things I own. I have sitting atop my stack of books, with its final resting place being atop "Sophie's World" by Jostein Gaarder. Now that is absolute love.

These have to be the most candid pictures of me EVER to be captured. I look like I'm doing the spaz.

Like, 'hey-hey-do-the-cat-spaz' and that's your cue to join me!

Most of them are a result of my awkwardness but at least show I am not as uptight as I look. Serious !

There is so much that I would like to talk about and show you regarding Lomography but I'll save that for another day. Today, I'm just trying to soak in the feeling of even being able to hold the Hassleblad. It leaves you speechless and all you say over and over again is 'omg' or 'shit' or 'awesome' or many other swear words because proper English leaves your side.

Akshay's Flickr account for pictures to leave you speechless:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/akycamera/

And if you are a photography enthusiast, check his blog too. There is a whole bunch of interesting interviews, articles and pictures to get you glued. For a rather long time.
http://constellationcafe.wordpress.com/

x

EPILOGUES.

2011-07-06T01:11:00.001+05:30

"Maria Elena used to say that only unfulfilled love can be romantic."

- Juan Antonio, 'Vicky Christina Barcelona' [2008]

Haunting and beautiful.

I can never bring myself to forget that quote.

Its what I think would be a perfect ending for an epic life.

It leaves a story behind.

A story left to be told, a story left to wonder.

A story simply left before it could really have its ending.

Ending before it reaches its true end.

I was listening to this song:

Stars - Dead Hearts

I fell into a reverie listening to its tune and then I got reminded of the quote. My brain made some strange connection with the two. I am still yet to figure it out.

I like how movies and songs can take us into a deeper place, subconsciously.
You think NO but its actually a YES.
You can't imagine it but its already happening.
Whiplash.
It just causes a sudden strain and you that's when you realise.

What would be the perfect ending for my memoir that may or may not be written?

I would like to imagine it as a very gray tale with a beautiful soundtrack.

A satiric dark tale of the obscure Cat that could never say anything right because she believed that the world is topsy-turvy, dragons existed in secret in parts of Scandinavia and that French Cats indeed formed secret music clubs at night and danced till they saw sunrise after which they sadly departed with a purring yawn.

The fish-hating, left-handed Cat only had regrets for leaving her bulk of hoarded collectibles to anyone. They would die with her.

I think that would sum up as something close to perfection.
Says I !

x

SURREAL.

2011-07-03T14:24:00.001+05:30

The fine line between what's real and what's not ceases to exist.

There is at least one minute everyday when I stop to think if everything is really just a dream and if I am sleeping awake. Stupid as it sounds, I like the thought of it. The thought that everything may just suddenly vanish into thin air and our existence ceases. Its just a thought.

Not too many years ago, I remember one night when I couldn't sleep. I didn't have anything to pass my time so I did the next best thing: Divulge into my thoughts. This is when I became obsessed with the idea of an alternate universe.

I wondered if there was another world with another me and in that world, everything that I wanted, needed, hoped and yearned for was not out of my reach. In the world that I am in, things don't always go my way. So everything that doesn't go right for me here is made up in that other universe.

There also was a fine line between me here and me there. The me in the alternate universe would know of my existence and try in many ways to show me some signs in many ways. Me? I would get by thinking its just the universe playing some cruel joke on me and proving I am more delusional than I thought I was. 

"Sheer madness" said I. 

And yet I stop to think and wonder about the me in the alternate universe. The place where "I" am probably having a better life perhaps.

The surreality that is around us cannot be noticed nor captured in thoughts, let alone words. Its like the feeling of a cold chill in the hottest time of the year or burning your finger and not realising it until a second later.

Its like the moving pictures in Harry Potter. We gush about it and wish that was possible for us in reality too. We use many words to describe the ingenious idea of J.K.Rowling but I think the intensity of the feeling or the unexplained look of Harry's face when he first saw his parents in moving pictures was a moment I always press play in my head. It is surreal yet it is such a beautiful thought.

Some one long gone but yet, you see them smile. You don't need to think about it because you see them.

My Harry Potter references is not surprising. Its just a matter of days before it finally ends and that, folks, THAT will feel surreal.

Update on my features page. The HT Bruch shoot I spoke about a few months ago is finally out and its amazing. Check it out HERE.

On an ending note to a rather long post I think would be this brilliant animated video made by my friend, Khanseng. Surrealism and Cat-ism at its best. Khanseng is one of my oldest friends and is super talented when it comes to animation and the likes, even from school days. I have hoards of his art works which he was always throwing even if they were brilliant.

Do drop by his YouTube channel: http://www.youtube.com/user/khanseng123 if you'd like to see more.

SHIRT.

2011-07-01T01:22:00.000+05:30

1. Look.

2. No look.

3. Hair-ed look.

I could die a happy death in a blue shirt.

This awesome 'Shakespeare-ed' collar shirt however doesn't belong to me. In fact, the friend who it belongs to swore it wouldn't fit it. Challenge accepted.

HAH! FITTED!

Okay. Snug fit. He's very skinny. It can't be helped.

I've forgotten to give it back to him. I vote I should forget again. Wouldn't you agree?

My friend is in hibernation. She has become a summer bear. I can't take outside shots so all my pictures are against a yellow one-walled studio within the confines of my bedroom and self timer at the ready.

My hair's been crazy and all over the place but hey. 2011. New year, new changes. The urge to cut my hair isn't there much these days! Scissors for lefty no more. I did mention I am left-handed, yes? I'm letting it grow out with all the craziness. Maybe crazy turn to awesome and beautiful long locks. I wish.

If I own a school like Hogwarts in the near future, I would like the girls to have a uniform like this complete with a pair of classic oxfords. And lets not forget the cape. I'll make sure the school is somewhere in Siberia. Okay maybe not, but yeah.

This was the first shot of the 10 pictures I took. I looked too clean cut and fuss free. no, I actually do like it. Something I am trying to do but. BUT. I find it rather difficult to form a symbiotic relation with it. Time. Lets give the cat some time. Cat can do this.

The Cat also changed her layout again. This is it folks. This is IT. I'm not changing it anymore. This is my idea of perfect.

B L A N K.

So, "Yeah I think you're cute but really you should know I just came to say hello, hello, hello, oh oh oh oh."

Yeah. No, not you. Its a song. THIS song.

It has been reverberating in my head for the past 24 hours.

Keep a count. This is 1 of 3 posts coming this week. Renee from http://lavogueish7.blogspot.com/ who likes to say jojoba/hohoba and is Cameron Diaz's sidekick has challenged me to post thrice in this week alone as to make up for my lost time and the amount of time I take to make a post!
Again, Challenge Accepted!

x

STUDIO.

2011-06-23T01:43:00.000+05:30

On the 11th of June, Marie Claire India called a couple of us for a shoot for a story/feature for their July [2011] issue.

This was my first studio shoot where I was behind the cameras that it. Bit nervous but it went off really well.

The Marie Claire team were such a blast to work with, especially freelance stylist Ashdeen Lilaowala. Ashdeen, you are such a sweetheart. Thank you for a great time.

I had the pleasure of meeting Hormis Antony Tharakan who if I am not mistaken got married recently. Congratulations!
Hormis is brilliant, not only with the camera but as a person too.
He was kind enough to take a few pictures of me post the shoot for the blog so here you go. Pictures of me with a super awesome camera and lens in the studio, with the makeup still on. You can't really see it but my eye makeup was done close enough to resemble that of Natalie Portman in "Black Swan." I was ecstatic! The brilliant makeup artist for the shoot was Ashima Kapoor.

YES ! The cat was indeed as happy as the pictures tell.
although the smiling is going overboard.
Just a little.

Look out for Marie Claire next month!

CONSPIRACY.

2011-06-17T04:20:00.001+05:30

One of the most famously quoted lines would be from "The Alchemist" By Paulo Coelho:

"When a person really desires something, all the universe conspires to help that person to realize his dream."

I first read the book when I was in 8th grade, judging by its cover. [I couldn't find another picture! This was a spectacular cover.]

I honestly did not register anything of its deeper and core meaning.

It was a short and sweet tale. I could've written it too I thought. Yeah Right.

i read it again when I was in 10th and ever since then, I keep going back to it. I think we all do that with books. I like it. I like remembering my favourite moments in the book. Going back to those words feels like visiting an old friend.

I am not going to talk about the book though.

The quote above about how the universe conspires to give you what you want.

It sounds fantastically beautiful. Some few years ago, I used to think that I could give up everything I had because of those words. Its so strong, so universal and so convincing.

That was then.

Now.

Now? I don't accept that particular saying. In fact, I think its the reverse. When you want something so much, the universe does everything in its power, conspiring, making it harder to attain whatever it is that you may want.

This may probably seem pessimistic and yes, I am one but think about it. Back track and go back.

You'll know what I am trying to take a stab at.

Of course, this doesn't count if you're the type to whine or raise a storm or scream like a banshee until you get what you want. I would like to put myself on that temperamental list but it does not come naturally to me.

I am a silent by-stander that kills without a sound.

I like to get it done and own what I need to myself, my way. Bit difficult I say.

The best trait about 'wants' or even 'needs' is its variation. Its not always materialistic. Sometimes its the simpler and fleeting things that take the crown.

A WANT or NEED to:

-cry.

-say sorry first.

-study.

-go to church.

- work.

- meet someone.

This is my current bucket list that the universe is hard at work and conspiring. If I had my way, I would tell myself to suck it up and strut along the path and grab the bull by its horns.

But this is the universe we're talking about. You don't mess with her.

you think you've found something impossibly perfect, almost other worldly beyond any realms of your imagination and the universe makes sure to put you in your proper place by making sure its impossible to grasp.

It distracts you.

It puts thoughts you never thought you could think.

It cuts you off.

Little things that's makes all the difference.

So how do we live with that?
How do I live with that would be more apt.
I can take the easy road and keep blaming the universe, yeah. I like the sound of that but I sure sound daft to me too.
I'm not going to say "its in my hands and I can turn it around."
That is a lame line tat never works.
Sure it enlists itself in the motivational class which has the worst suggestions or advises, according to me.
You say things like that and never mean it or mean to apply them so why would you say it in the first place. No?

I'll continue to blame the universe for sometime still .... The key word is time. TIME.
It really does tell.
It heals, it tells, it provides an understanding and it teaches patience. I choose time over all the self help therapy I can give myself. I THINK.

the black jersey scarf was a necessary addition to break the monotony of the colours all blocked up on me like I am a game of tetris. Excuse the paradox or irony.

Do you notice a change?
I'm smiling often.
There's so much more colour.
Its the universe conspiring again. good conspiracy theory this.

ACHROMATIC.

2011-06-06T19:43:00.000+05:30

The colour 'Black' does not emit or reflect light in any part of the visible spectrum. Black is sometimes described as 'achromatic' or 'hueless', says wikipedia.
The etymology of the word 'Black' is rooted in Old English, Proto-Germanic, Dutch, Swedish, Ancient Greek and Latin too. I can only imagine what roots each word will have.

Black is surrounded by many fascinating facts, symbolisms and beliefs. For Christians, it is the colour of mourning. In Japanese culture, Black symbolizes age, nobility and experience. Of course, Black is stereotyped to always be evil.

"Welcome to the dark side, my friend" I'd say.

So what is it about this colour that is just so appealing to us?

Why do we always settle for black when we are in a dire dressing crisis or our fat days?

And I rule out the 'LBD' because long before I even understood the F of fashion, Black was IT for me. For most of you too I believe.

now I am not entirely sure why I am such a fan of black but its always been so. no. Wait. Actually I do remember. I used to think it was a BOY colour. Trust me when I say that I had the LONGEST Tom-Boy phase ever. Tom Cat I was then. Safe to say I still harbour some elements of that phase which I don't really mind. But Black cannot be classified under any category as such. Black is Black.

Black has the certain elegance the other colours can never attain. Its monotony is what makes it so beautiful. I don't think Black i understated but it is in the borderline. It helps in the art of balancing not only when it comes to clothes and dressing up of course. The concept of yin and yang is the centrifugal in most. Whether we believe in Taoism or not, the belief of good and evil, light against dark is prevalent in everyday situations. As a pessimist, I look at it in this way:

Its impossible to always be good and pure. I think dark thoughts arise in us now and again and yes, we choose not to go overdrive with them but the thoughts are there nonetheless. That in itself breaks the monotony of Goodness. Vice Versa it can be too.
Clearly I am more seduced by the dark side. I can be the Dark One.

When it comes to clothing, I'd say we all have a fair share of blacks. Grays and Blacks are in excess in mine. More black of course. Sure it may hae hints of prints and florals et al. but the base is always black.
I keep saying this: I need to break out and be a little more colourful. I do achieve it sometimes and manage not to look like the circus just came to the city but most of the time, I think I stay a bit on the safer side.

Speaking of being a 'man' kind, I am wearing a T Shirt I bought from the men's section in Zara. Its like a soft kitty, warm kitty, little ball of fur. I can pull it, tease it, stretch it, sleep in it, wear it out and just about do anything with it. I need the gray one too. NEED it. like, NOW!
The shoes are also from the men's section in Alcott. See? I'm telling you! It pays to be big foot. So maybe its half a size bigger but it don't really look it.
Its only during summers that I want to wear my Chucks and other high tops. I don't like wearing flats/gladiators/ballet shoes. It gets the feet all dusty and dirty. I don't like the look of it! Besides, I have very weird toes. I'd rather not look at them!

So summer finally begins for real. Holidays I mean! I think some still have exams going on so Boo to that. Kind of a stinker.
What's on my summer to-do list? Its not your conventional list but here you go:

1. If I can help it, Wear these ALDO A. Wang Copies instead of my Ray Ban Wayfarers throughout!
2. Save the world. One day at a time in the scorching heat.
3. Wear earrings more. [I do wear them!]
4. Read more books.
5. NOT wear Jeans. Or pants. If I can help it.
6. Refrain from ordering take out. So what if the kitchen is hot?
7. NOT cut hair.
8. Smile more.
9. Stop obsessing over Robert Pattinson. I mean, seriously. He is so STUD! But I need to get over him. Like, stat.
10. Unspeakable. :X .. I am bound to not say this. But if I blog morbidly, you will know the 10th one didn't pull through.

TALES.

2011-06-03T23:06:00.000+05:30

When I was 5 or 6, I once asked Dad a silly 5/6 year old question:

"If you had one wish in the entire world. Just one and only for yourself, what would you wish for?"

He gave the simplest reply: "Happiness."

I remember retorting and being baffled and going "WHAT? Of all the things you can ask for, you want happiness? What a waste!"

I was your typical starstruck, materialistic kid.

When I think of "happiness" the first 2 things my brain registers are fairy tales and "Happiness Is A Warm Gun" by The Beatles.
Fairy tales first probably because of the usual
"... and they lived happily ever after..."
I often wonder about fairy tales and stories in general. Think about the movies or the books we read. Before we are even half way through, I think most of us have this involuntary brain reflex to form our own endings. 90% of people fall into the 'I-Want-A-Happy-Ending' category. It doesn't need to be love or marriage or a baby to make a happy ending. It can even be death. Whichever morbid way it may be, we have this deep concern for the characters [especially the ones we can relate even a 0.1% with] and hope it works out for them.
The thing about stories is they eventually always come to an end. Here we sit and wonder and say why our lives can't be like that. Its just as well ... We have this incessant habit of always overlooking what we already have.
All those moments when you think that you always had your fairy tale ending and they dashed, crashed and burned, you either turn your back on it and then you become an arrogant prick for a good few months.

I honestly fail to understand myself or the human race in this perspective especially. Why do we tire ourselves by weaving such intrinsic tales of happiness when what we already have is so full of it?

We're alive. We breathe. We love and are loved.

Do you remember in "Happy Feet" the penguins looking for their heart song? For some unexplained reason, that concept; looking for a heart song always comes up in my head. Its like a metaphor no?

Its like gaining your personal enlightenment. In the case of the penguins, they sing. Maybe for humans, its to understand why we don't need to take such drastic measures to live our lives. Its really all a pursuit of happiness isn't it?

If I buy that shoe, I'll be happy.

If I get that job, I'll be happy.

If I make money/get money, I'll be happy.

If he/she loves me, I'll be happy.

We have stupid notions.

I don't count myself out from this.

We're all intertwined in this vicious cycle of not really trying to be happy but looking for things, means and people to make us happy. Happiness is within you. Its an enigmatic and unseen entity that we must learn to capture so it can voice out as a heart song.

These chargeless, lazy summer days put a stamp of approval on my thoughts about me being autharchic about myself, my life and everything that concerns anything ME. Stranger than Unicorns who suck on blood is this immersion into thoughtlessness. I sound like I just personified a paradox but not really. No. Its those moments where I have all the time to travel through all the portals of my thoughts but there is so much in there that I run through all of it without really stopping on one and that results into me slipping into the nothingness which turns lucid.

My summer outfits are more or less going to be a lot like this. I cannot think of fluffing and tottering about in my heels or do my usual layering because that brings on sweat and tears and annoyance. When Summer comes, the lazy cat feels at home with her Chuck Taylors, a pair of Alcott High tops [from the mens section. SEE? Benefits of big feet!] and this years new addition, the creepers. The top knot is probably my favourite ~~hairdo~~ ACCESSORY as of now. lol. I can completely understand why Susie Bubble sticks to it. But don't worry. This isn't permanent. I have the usual big hair of mine but after an hour into the heat, the top knot goes up, up, up.

Summer is on. Here's a toast.

Cheers.

HAPPY

2011-05-20T21:57:00.000+05:30

These lazy summer days that drag on by. I should be thinking about what I studied, what I should study and how I should form my answers but no. I am overtaken by a strange drug in the air and the only thing on my mind is what in the world is wrong with my hair because its somehow at a point where I can do so many things to it.

That along with not being able to sit still at home and the highlight: Thinking about little memories that could've been forgotten. Little memories that were good and bad but all in all, a build up to what my life would be or is.

Pithsala from The-Aili and me go a long way back. We use to play together when we were kids because we're family. She's my ~~Niece.~~ Cousin!

We had a crazy elder cousin who once dressed up in all his favourite assortments of superhero costumes and made up pose alongside him while his dad played photographer. Pithsa and me? we were in tracksuits with either hands behind the back or standing in attention with a shy smile for the camera. I have a lot of memories from my childhood. I'm not one to forget but I remember that so clearly because of some stupid phase I am going through right now with superheros and super villains.

Ever tried jumping with an umbrella from a high table or any high point? I did. Scraped knee but so much fun.

My first major fight with my best friend. We have been friends since 4th grade and about 4 years ago, we had our first serious, major war of words. It was pretty bad seeing as were and are so sarcastic and have a way with being extremely bitter, rude and mean. We said a hell lot that we try to forget.

My peace offering came in the form of a little ceramic turtle with an apology note round its neck to which he still calls me 'turtle' for that.

I thought about the time when I slapped a girl in defense of my mate in school. Do I need to apologize or pretend I didn't do that?

My first music crush being Usher. I still got his back! and Justin Bieber's too! :D

The first song that made me cry and my best mate asking me what happened and me pushing back my wayfarers on and saying something about a summer cold.

The first time I thought I was in love. A master disaster since I was in a relationship but half the time, my mind was somewhere else.

NOT GOOD but I was okay with it. Relationships at 16 and the thought of being in love at 16 is pretty lame.

Buying my first packet of cigarette. THAT was intimidating and I will never forget the jingles of butterflies I felt with the volume of my voice dropping into the traffic flying by.

Wearing my Red Chuck Taylors way back then in school and being laughed at for wearing "Canvas." God, that was lame! What's lamer was me becoming conscious and packing them away only to see them being worn by everyone a year or 2 later.

I am never forgetting that ever! Chuck Taylors are the best thing that has happened to the world after its creation! A few more things in between but I'll save those for some other time. Chuck Taylors. Everyone needs to have one.

Best friend and me went out for drinks yesterday. it was BROMANCE time at its best with a lot of eating and drinking and teasing and semi-OMG news moments.

He played photographer and he took such happy pictures of me. I was like "WTF" to which he said that I should smile at least for a few posts. If you ask him, he will list many reasons for why I look so happy but I am not listing them out here. The last picture is hilarious but I thought you could do with a picture of me in a very, very happy mode. Unlike the usual Mrs. Grim-Reaper that I am.

I have on Joe Garbs Creepers from eBay, vintage handed down Denim Jacket of the 80s, thrifted dress, bag, belt, scarf & glasses and Leo socks from ALDO.

Samurai Top-Knot FTW.

Now I pick up my Katana to fight the furious raging battle that await. Exams.

FACTOIDS.

2011-05-16T22:20:00.002+05:30

Listen to ♫Starfucker - The White Of Noon♫

Love it yeah? don't take it! It was given to me! No, I'm kidding. You can take it too. But NO! Its mine. It was a gift! Hah! #SENSELESS. But its my song. haha ...

Irrespective of my rather lame 4 lines above, you can continue this reading and I assure you that mood wouldn't kick in.

What do you do when words fail you? In my case, I just smile, say "yeah..." and then bring up a topic about whats near me or start a "did you know...?"

I like to know facts. I have a thing for facts. Stupid things. There are times when I put two and two together, I make up facts of my own. I'm a good liar especially when it comes to making up bollocks of fantastical garb.

If we've met and I've talked about facts, 2 out of 5 is true but all in all, I think I am quite believable.

I get that from my Dad who is like the biggest clown you will ever met! Dad and also my Grade 7 to 10th History teacher, my second history idol. My Dad and my teacher were my biggest influence for even considering studying History right now. Besides, sometimes I think half of history is bluff.

I have some history readings with me and it sounds as if the authors/historians are just taking a piss and talking absolute nonsense. There are times when they write in a very non-historic matter of view and you can't help but go "what in the world? I could be a better historian! LAME!"
Note: Rare moments.

The one interesting fact I have learned recently is that all Polar Bears are left-handed! Hells Yes!
Just for the record, I am left handed. REALLY!
Born a lefty, left as a lefty, raised a lefty and growing old as a lefty. Do I love it? More than you can say. I love meeting other left-handed people. I'm not saying we're different its just that left-handed people aren't very common.
I love Polar Bears.
I love all bears! Who doesn't?
Bears.
Bear Hugs. cute!

While on the subject of cute, furry animals, I got my rabbit ring from www.romwe.com. Cute or what? My second Rabbit ring and my fascination and love for the White Rabbit, Peter Rabbit, Rabbit[from Winnie The Pooh] continues to grow. Not Bugs though. Bugs Bunny has teeth that remind me of me. I don't think I get along well with that. Sorry Bugs.
Interesting facts about Rabbits: Their teeth never stop growing! I don't know how or why. I just read and remember. I don't question into it. Not always I mean. The genuine curiosity that I have inhibited since forever kicks in for everything save when it comes to factoids. Funny thing is, I think they're the most questionable!

The Peter pan collar I have on is also from www.romwe.com.
I think its a cute name. "Peter Pan Collar" ....
But if you've watched the movie or cartoon, Peter Pan's collar isn't really similar to it, isn't it?
More relevant would be to call it the Shakespeare Collar. Look at Shakespeare! Just google him or something or vision his image from the back of your English books or the little faces of him on poetry books. I think that's more apt!

The problem with going out with Samurai inspired hair is the rather amused & bemused looks you get. I don't bother about them much anymore. Like on very many posts before, I'll say it again: You get used to it. You just stop caring about who's looking.
This is actually a loosely based inspiration.
Samurai's have longer hair and they tie it so that they have a pony tail
FACT: This hairstyle is called a [Samurai] Top Knot and the reason was not because they had long hair and it would swish about and distract them whist fighter. No, it was really for this one reason: To carry the decapitated Samurai head with ease.
Cool eh? Perhaps a bit morbid but nonetheless, a rather bizarre reason. One that you don't forget.

one FACT about me: When I buy books, I buy them in bulk. I can't buy a single book. It needs a friend. Or two. Sometimes, even 5. Do I read them all? to an extend where I will carry it with me when I am even on the subway/metro with just a stop in hand.
Its a matter of reading even a paragraph or two, finding a new word or in some coincidental cases, being in the same state as what you just read!

I seem to be portraying these MNG shorts, my 50 buck thrifted [$1] pink belt and my creepers a lot don't I? Changing around but all the same, well... ITS THE SAME!
~~I need new clothes!!~~
~~I need Money.~~
~~I need new shoes!!~~
~~I need to go out!~~
oh. cross out need. its actually WANT.

visit ROMWE to grab what you may like! They have the coolest accessories especially. As for the price? Be amazed is all I can say!

I have this constant itch to go out ever so often these days! Its strange for a person like me because I LOVE being confined to the walls in my room and just stare at the ceiling.

Exams taking it toll.

D-E-A-D.

OH BTW: thank you for all those lovely comments on the last post. Since you all wanted to know about the shoe and bag:

SHOE: ZARA, autumn/winter 2010 collection.

BAG: eBay. [lucky find for Rs. 990/- or about $18]

CHIRP.

2011-05-09T07:00:00.001+05:30

"Human Spider Web" or six degrees of separation. The theorized idea that someone we know or may know is just 6 steps away from us. I always thought this was a pretty creepy theory. It would mean that we know everyone- more or less.

This is a scary thought. Knowing everyone.

Why would you want to know everyone?

Where's the surprise or even the excitement of meeting someone new?

You already have friends in common! There's no chance of randomly beginning to talk about something.

To top it off, now we have the likes of facebook and twitter where we have our entire life listed out. Interests, hobbies, movies/music, email, phone number ... Its all there.

Stranger than that is the sheer joy we get in filling them out. not phone number obviously but the rest.

I am fascinated with filling out my favourite stuff and guilty as charged when it comes to updating them too.

Its completely pointless though.

The old world charm of finding things out directly. Lost.

Now we meet someone and we start a conversation with "I saw your FB picture ... "

Worst. You meet someone somewhere and they randomly add you just because.

I usually ignore such but so what if I add? I am never going to wall or acknowledge that person just because she/he is on my list. What happened to simply coming up and saying "hi" instead of being an adder?

Social Networking sites make us take our friends for granted. We depend on it. We don't care about remembering someone's birthday because we know we'd be reminded. There are no more house visits because we can skype. There's no point in calling someone up and saying 'hey-its-been-a-long-time-what's-up' because EVERYONE is always connected on facebook or twitter via their laptops or their phones. Its 'cheaper' we think.
Its regrettable to see what we're turning into.
First there was letter writing.
Then came phones.
Then came the world wide web with emails.
Then every single soul in the world got phones and we became texters.
Then came the likes of social networking sites.
Of course it makes things simpler. We are always connected and we can find anyone but we're losing out on what use to be real.
We'r becoming shadowy silhouettes in a make belief world, where we can become anyone we like because chances are no ones ever going to know the real YOU.

I am not against social networking sites but neither am I addicted to them. Its just suddenly seem to have become a necessity and for obvious reasons!

But the problem is that we have become so immersed in our virtual identities that our social skills are depleting.

I will be the first one to agree to me being an anti social girl but that doesn't mean I don't have friends or that I don't go out. As much as I used to because well ... Everything I need to say or see, everything I need to know about is just a wall or a skype or a tweet away.

Its safe to assume that out of the 500 or 1000 or even more friends that we may have, only 50 are people we can really stand while out of that 50, there are only 10 people we can really call friends. This is a statistic I made up right now [like most statistics] so you don't need to take my word for it.

Behind those jaw dropping edited profile pictures we have, the 1000+ followers on twitter and all of that shenanigans, don't forget reality.

Else its just all for nothing.

You can gag me when you meet me. I think I talk too much gibberish and too out of context considering that this IS a "fashion blog" but ... see ... that's the thing again.
BLOGS. Another hybrid of what I spoke about. I don't want to talk endlessly about fashion or write a paragraph about the bag or dress or shoes I have on. You see it. You judge. You like, you hate. Why should I suggest otherwise? I'm not trying to sell it across to you right?
This is just me showing my supposed personal style that I am yet to find. 'Experimental' .... This is what I had always said about my style but its over used and I feel I'm in a rut when I say it. So if I had to say what my supposed personal style is right now, I'd say I have none.
As for my lengthy posts, this is REALLY what I am like in real life. So if we ever meet, one day soon or maybe tomorrow, fashion isn't the only thing on my mind. In fact, in my current state, its the LAST thing on my mind. But hey, mind you! I really, really enjoy dressing up.

thank you all so much for the comments on the last post. I have really had no time with all the studies and various distractions going on so I can't even reply back. But worry not, for I will.
I have also been slow in going through your blogs too I know but I need to be off the reading-blogs hook for this month at least.

I am not going to talk about what I am wearing okay? But if you'd like to know, you can ask me. =)

on another note, I want to thank Akang at Morung Express. Recent feature and interview HERE or you can just head to my press page HERE. This is really embarrassing and gratifying because Morung Express is one of the leading newspapers back home and well ... It was also where I first interned and when I first began blogging. I say embarrassing because home is a small place where everyone knows everyone. In simple words, I am feeling shy. My plan? I am NOT going home for a year! :D
But all the same, I am kind of hup-hup-HUPPPPYYY too!!!
Thank you ever so much! ♥

♪♫SYD MATTERS - HELLO SUNSHINE♫♪

CHRONOS.

2011-05-04T19:33:00.002+05:30

This was a painful post! In the process of taking the pictures I mean. I went out after what felt like centuries today to buy Mom a gift for Mother's Day [Its this Sunday in India]. Since I went alone, I couldn't possibly take pictures outside. I don't think I am ready to say:

"Hello World. Its bright. Its beautiful and I am going to take pictures of myself with my tripod."

No I fear the camera being stolen within that 10 second time frame.

whilst taking my pictures on self-timer in and around my house, I usually get it wrapped up within 5 to 10 minutes for a few good shots that I can pick from. Unfortunately, today, it took me a good 25 minutes!

I was interrupted by:

1. My landlord calling me to inquire something about the house.

2. The post man.

3. The vegetable seller. I had to run to the balcony and shout out the list of what I want. Considering that my Hindi is not close to excellent, we bonded for a good 5 minutes with a lot of confusion but eventually, it all went well.

I have listed the pictures according to time. Ironic that I decided to take these pictures with the clock behind.

Its not fun trying to dress up or down in this weather. Technically, shorts are pretty much a lifesaver but strangely enough, I feel ODD wearing any of my shorts these days!! 'Shove over shorts' says the dresses and skirts in my wardrobe.

The reason for my lack of posts and talking very randomly is probably because I am brain dead. Exams begin on the 13th and go till the 31st of this month so it's more or less the worst time of the year for me. I am cranky, moody, dazed&confused, non responsive and living in self-confinement. As long as I don't reach or linger on the borders of being rude and comatose, I would say I am completely sound.

I'll try to do an outfit post this Sunday before I go completely AWOL on blogging till further notice [I sound like a road sign]. I had an awesome idea that I would deactivate my internet connection till further notice but I forgot that I share it with my flat mates out of which one works and one also has exams but isn't going as paranoid as me and would probably like to take time out and haunt the world wide web.
At least I tried. Not that I wouldn't have suffered from a colossally horrid case of withdrawal symptoms.
See the case is not even me using my laptop too much. Its my iTouch that is the harbinger of all evil. And don't I love it for that.

So there you go. All for today. I am wearing High Waisted shorts from Mango from their 2007 Spring/Summer collection [YES! THAT old!], Pink Canvas shoes from a passing by store bought about 2 years ago, Brocade blouse that I stitched myself, Ray Ban Wayfarers and A watch that Mom bought for me. [haven't done that in a while. The listing of 'what-I-wore].

Oh. Yes. My hair. Its in a constant state of whatever that is because my fringe gets in the way when I am studying + its hells hot for the usual big hair 'Do i do. The thought of cutting it did come to my mind but I think not having a fringe [for me/on me] is like a dog without a tail.

See you Sunday if I am not comatose-d by then.

xx

ps: I wish I could stay and talk some epic stuff about Chronos!! maybe later on.

♫♫TWO HOURS TRAFFIC - NEW LOVE♫♫