In the last couple of months I’ve been in Delhi, I have been tagging along with a group of so-called friends who seem to be socially well connected. While they have their own agendas to settle with their conspicuous presence in these social dos, my inexplicable search for a perfect evening with them invariably ends up in a lousy party - loud, boisterous and masochistic in no uncertain terms!
Frankly, I do feel out of place. I am not a party pooper but I can’t seem to enjoy the hollowness that abounds and surrounds people in most fashion parties..especially when you are in the company of wannabes.
I may sound off but I realize I'm tagging along with the wrong people. I want to be with people who can help me rediscover my fashion sense and style which is obviously as lost in oblivion as I am.
I may sound off but I realize I'm tagging along with the wrong people. I want to be with people who can help me rediscover my fashion sense and style which is obviously as lost in oblivion as I am.
Initially tagging along with social climbers was for pure fun and entertainment.. but not anymore. I can understand why these quasi-celebrities as I like calling them aren't on top of the list of the whos who :)
Like this ex-colleague I met in a product launch party that had a badly choreographed fashion show I’ve ever been in, came up to me, proudly clutching a fake Louis Vuitton bag and began chatting with me. I could notice how well she had picked the finer nuisances of acting smart, talking endlessly about her achievements as a fashion photographer that seemed as aimlessly pretentious as her tall claims. She seemed to have arrived and how, transitioning from a mere corporate woman to becoming a fashionista in just couple of months! But I was impressed with her demure and chutzpah nonetheless. It amazes me how people self-advertise! And the fake Louis Vuitton bag? – Truly an icing on the cake!
On another occasion, in an art installation event, I accompanied another wannabe, a dermatologist, whom I had been avoiding for quite some time but who consistently calls me to go along with him.. so I relented this one last time.
He had been constantly hounding me past few months. Why? Because he wanted me to read some skin and beauty articles he had been writing for “unheard magazines”. The articles were as ludicrous as they could get since most covered topics that were written about probably 1000 times over. While I did forcibly show my appreciation for them, the dermatologist wasn’t satisfied just by that. He scanned those articles to put them up on his Facebook page. And then began his attempts to make me and other hapless victims in his long list of friends to comment on them online!
After countless follow-ups in form of text messages and voice calls, I had to put him in my “persistently ignored” list. How I dreaded meeting him again and accompanying him since this time around, he asked me to leave a “nice” comment on his picture that appeared in a fashion column of a leading newspaper(which had duly been scanned and put on his FB).. while he had also been empanelled as a judge (poor contestants who would have to bear with him!) in some low-budgeted (read low-class) beauty pageants (His status update)! Blah Blah! After listening to much self-appreciation, I thought I'd pee in my pants!
Like this ex-colleague I met in a product launch party that had a badly choreographed fashion show I’ve ever been in, came up to me, proudly clutching a fake Louis Vuitton bag and began chatting with me. I could notice how well she had picked the finer nuisances of acting smart, talking endlessly about her achievements as a fashion photographer that seemed as aimlessly pretentious as her tall claims. She seemed to have arrived and how, transitioning from a mere corporate woman to becoming a fashionista in just couple of months! But I was impressed with her demure and chutzpah nonetheless. It amazes me how people self-advertise! And the fake Louis Vuitton bag? – Truly an icing on the cake!
On another occasion, in an art installation event, I accompanied another wannabe, a dermatologist, whom I had been avoiding for quite some time but who consistently calls me to go along with him.. so I relented this one last time.
He had been constantly hounding me past few months. Why? Because he wanted me to read some skin and beauty articles he had been writing for “unheard magazines”. The articles were as ludicrous as they could get since most covered topics that were written about probably 1000 times over. While I did forcibly show my appreciation for them, the dermatologist wasn’t satisfied just by that. He scanned those articles to put them up on his Facebook page. And then began his attempts to make me and other hapless victims in his long list of friends to comment on them online!
After countless follow-ups in form of text messages and voice calls, I had to put him in my “persistently ignored” list. How I dreaded meeting him again and accompanying him since this time around, he asked me to leave a “nice” comment on his picture that appeared in a fashion column of a leading newspaper(which had duly been scanned and put on his FB).. while he had also been empanelled as a judge (poor contestants who would have to bear with him!) in some low-budgeted (read low-class) beauty pageants (His status update)! Blah Blah! After listening to much self-appreciation, I thought I'd pee in my pants!
I wonder how an artistically deprived individual who is not an art enthusiast would enjoy in an event that only covered art. Or, was it the shutterbugs bubbling around who would oblige a budding dermatologist by taking his photograph for yet another column rewarding his new-found penchant for art? Whatever!
And why am I pissed? He categorically stated that if I hang around with him, I may also get photographed and become popular like him.
I left his company for good thereafter!
And why am I pissed? He categorically stated that if I hang around with him, I may also get photographed and become popular like him.
I left his company for good thereafter!
In a fashion event, I chanced upon meeting a fashion stylist, rather, a self-proclaimed stylist who insisted that he had been to a leading fashion institute, the best school and college in the country, and yet, grammatical representation of words in his sentences eluded him! In his disconnected English that he spoke vividly, I couldn’t gather much information besides that he is a famous stylist working with leading Bollywood personalities (read Bollywood non-entities). While his English language skills went over my head, his farting reverberated louder than his words. It was impossible for me to continue the conversation. I shudder to think that I would need assistance of a stylist of his caliber at any point in time!
I am unabashedly critical and it worries me! While I can go on resounding on the hollowness, honestly, free wine and scrumptious snacks make it up big time!
And yes, my 2 cents to wannabe socialites – don’t cling onto your 15 seconds of fame. Please!! It is even more irritating! Move on! And spare me!
I used to think that people here will lip smack you if you are gift wrapped in a Gucci; travel in Audi, and wear nothing less than a Rolex on your wrist!
I was heavily opinionated and now I'm glad I don't view the fashion fraternity as hollow anymore.
There are people who are social climbers, wannabes but the choice is all yours if you want to be with them or with the more grounded and intellectually inclined elite.
While I'm learning to fit in, I am quite a fashion disaster now - so to speak. So begins my quest in being fashionably right! Attending fashion events and after parties can be quite intimidating because people eye you H2T - Head to toe! And the eye is not less than an x-ray scan that curiously asks one thing ONLY- Who and What are you wearing tonight?
Plus, most importantly who are you with right now?
I haven't a f..king clue!
I used to think that people here will lip smack you if you are gift wrapped in a Gucci; travel in Audi, and wear nothing less than a Rolex on your wrist!
I was heavily opinionated and now I'm glad I don't view the fashion fraternity as hollow anymore.
There are people who are social climbers, wannabes but the choice is all yours if you want to be with them or with the more grounded and intellectually inclined elite.
While I'm learning to fit in, I am quite a fashion disaster now - so to speak. So begins my quest in being fashionably right! Attending fashion events and after parties can be quite intimidating because people eye you H2T - Head to toe! And the eye is not less than an x-ray scan that curiously asks one thing ONLY- Who and What are you wearing tonight?
Plus, most importantly who are you with right now?
I haven't a f..king clue!
:)
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