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Tuesday 31 March 2015

A Tryst with Saree- #100sareepact

“Sari my love you are the most beautiful attire
  A timeless fashion, which refuses to retire.”

India- a country known for its rich cultural diversity and heritage, forbye, is richer in terms of evolving fashion and an attire which has withstood windmills of time and effects of globalization is none other than ‘SARI’.

Sari, Saree or Shari  is a word derived from Sanskrit word ‘sati’ which means a strip of cloth. The word ‘sattika’ a sister concern of ‘sati’ finds special mention that describes dresses meant for woman in Buddhist literature called Jatakas. In ancient India, people famously followed a tradition of using an unstitched piece of cloth to cover their body. History even points that stitched clothes were considered to be impure by Hindus and it was only after entry of Muslim rulers that tailored clothes started getting prominence in India. Indian diversity which is a melange of variety of physical features and cultural patterns across the length and breadth of India very well represents the realm of fashion onset by Sari. It is one such dress that can make any other ensemble in world go weak on its knees and this has been proved by Sari power play, when international celebrities had an awe moment while adorning this attire likes of Paris Hilton, Oprah Winfrey, Helen Mirren, and Julia Roberts.



I am literally not aware, when I fell in love with six yards of clothing. But destiny offered me a tryst with saree, when I started teaching in an MBA institute. As per protocol, we were supposed to wear business suits but during conference and seminars, it was mandatory to wear saree and thereafter, I embarked upon my odyssey with six yards of clothing. It also dawned upon me that a saree is not just a saree in India, it’s a multifarious tradition. While North India marvels at Mughal inspired gold and silver thread work of Banarasi Sarees to light weight Kota Doria Sarees to famous tie and dye work of Bandhani sarees, South India exhales rich elegance of lustrous Silk sarees in myriad forms as handwoven Kanchipuram Silk sarees (Tamil Nadu) to Dharmavaram Silk Sarees to block prints of Pochampali sarees to Sealam Sarees. Western India has its own style of designing sarees mostly based on technique of block printing, ikat and tie-dye which can be seen in Chanderi Sarees, Gujarati Braocade Sarees, Paithani Sarees and Tussar Sarees. And then there is Eastern India known for its exquisite Dhakai jamdani, Sambalpuri Sari, Assam Silk, Tant sari and not to forget traditional dress of Assam, which is a second version of sari known as ‘Mekhla Chador’.

Saree is not just six or nine yards of clothing but a journey to discover the other you, the beautiful like, the goddess like, the nurturer like, the caretaker like. In short, it lets us redefine feminism. While it may seem to be an ordinary and simple piece of clothing, but once you drape it imparts an unparallel elegance and sophistication with a fashion statement second to none, covering almost all body parts and exposing just the right parts forming a perfect silhouette. In fact, you can hashtag it as world’s sexiest dress.

As part of Indian wedding shopping spree, I again got an opportunity to return to my love- Sari. I bought a lot many sarees for various occasions and when the entire wedding rituals came to halt, I was in possession of some 60+ sarees. Of course, I carried some of them  to various functions and family gatherings, but still many of these master clothings are lying low in my wardrobe. Because I am too busy with daily work and routine, I mostly adorn western dresses for their ease and accessibility or whenever I get an opportunity to rock an ethnic ensemble, I choose salwar kameez reason for being they are less time taking. Yeah, you got it right, for me wearing saree takes time but that does not mean my love for saree has lessened.

The other day, I stumbled on this article in Huffpost http://www.huffingtonpost.in/2015/03/26/100-saree-pact_n_6945050.html?.  It is an initiative by two lovely ladies in Bangalore by name of Anju Kadam (@MaudgalKadam) and Ally Mathan (@ahalayamatthan). Reading it, I knew it’s the time to re-invoke our lost love for sarees in our wardrobe that are shrieking of zari, chikankari, floral motifs, zardozi, mirror work and feel the magic touch of fabric clinging to your body that gives us an avatar of nothing less than a Diva. It’s time we give this dormant attire an active role in our lives and experiment with its versatility.



I call upon on my all girlfriends to ditch that cocktail dress, cropped pants, denims, tops at least once in a week and commit to #100sareepact  #sareedate till the end of 2015.

I also request my male friends, to join this pact by sharing experiences and pictures of beautiful ladies in their lives with the hashtag.
(For details visit http://100sareepact.com/)

P.S.-
Dear Saree,

It's a date. For sure.

Yours lost love
Woman in Saree




Tuesday 17 March 2015

Two Different Worlds

NH 10 is certainly a sadist thriller that takes you on highway to hell called Jatland, howbeit it also takes you wandering to the desi culture of ‘soul of India’ which resides in villages. The movie distinctly brings out gross differences between city life and village life, which one cannot possibly ignore, in fact, it illustrates the reality of living in another India. While urban India glares with its high-rise buildings, twinkling malls, luxurious hotels, night life, busy streets and glitzy houses making its presence felt; rural India sits in nook and corner around these cities lying quiet low with single-rise houses mostly made of bamboo or mud, haats or village bazaars blooming under lowlights of lanterns, quiet streets, consolidated land holdings and zero night life. The movie points out that the countryside is not just about lush green paddy fields and peaceful life because its calm and quietness is often marred with heinous crimes, manslaughter, honour killing, Khap panchayats, casteism, witchcraft, rapes etc, but like the ripples agitated by breeze are limited to ponds, they occur, stay and die in confines of village area (very very rarely noticed by watchdog media).

While metro cities claim the glory of being ethnically diversified and have cross cultural populace, rural India is still tied up in shackles of casteism or gotrism (gotra) wherein Brahmin village can be distinguished from Rajput village which in turn can be distinguished from Jat village which are further divided as per sub-gotra or sub-tribe. These villages are best examples of primitive times where the men are bread earners and work outside in fields while women role is confined to the walls of the courtyard, doing all the household chores. Women are murdered here for falling in love with a human outside their caste or with same gotra, illegal abortion of female foetuses is common, western clothes if adorned by females can lead to murders, kids go to school not to learn but to avail service of Mid-day meal, honour killing is matter of pride, a man’s machismo is pronounced by number of rapes committed by him and justice is not the prerogative of police or courts but of ruthless khap panchayats having their own rule of thumb.



I am not saying that our cities are crime free, highways to heaven and not to mention Delhi being the rape capital of India but at least voices are being raised, protests are being made, media comes out in support of the victims, women are conscious of their rights, social activists and human rights activist lend a support. Metro girls feel proud to exude confidence while describing themselves as woman of the house and proud to be born as female and on other hand ladies in these hamlets find themselves as damsels in deep distress, constantly weeping in consternation and cursing the moment they were born. Crimes, rapes and murders are hardly reported, if reported they are hardly prosecuted.  Just think of these women residing in the villages who are constantly raped in name of marriages, domestic violence is like handling daily chores, are subjected to dogmatic and bizarre customs to ensure they remain in their aukats, hardly access any education and spend their entire life serving under the veil of darkness without expecting any hopeless hope. #WomanEmancipation #RespectWoman #BetiBachao #BetiPadhao #NariShakti may be just a few cuss word for them prescribed by Federation of Males. And still we talk about inclusive growth, development, woman safety and woman emancipation in India. Is that possible in this mundane scenario? Will things ever change for them while me are still awaiting justice for city women? #NirbhayaRapeCase #UberRapeCase #MathuraRapeCase and many more. While for city lads and ladies justice is still in prenatal stage, for ladies in villages justice has bot been even conceived. Anyone listening? Hope so.........

Certainly, city and village is two different worlds humming to each other

“They say we are so far apart and that we have not the right to change our destiny.”