"Change is the only constant in life!" Those were the words I heard when I walked in to the building housing your favourite newspaper five years ago. Think of it, everything changes — fashion, of course, as its very survival is based on change; climate, though now it’s changing for the worse; lifestyle that’s getting racier by the day, as well as all other things that make the world go around.
But hey, some things are stickier than the specs of dandruff on your black Pea Coat collar that makes me go yuck-yuck. I’m talking about the low-waist jeans. A huge trend at the dawn of the millennium, it got wiped out by high-waist jeans.
In Delhi, however, it’s still visible on all kinds of waists. “Bro, low-waist jeans are comfy for women with roomy waists. They end below the belly, so it’s convenient for lovely ladies with love handles,” explained a wise brother. Indeed it is these Dolly aunties who can’t give up on their butter-dipped aloo paranthas who I see in dangerously low-waist jeans.
Coming back to the dandruff bit — I hate brunches in winters because this sight (of dandruff on the collar) is so prevalent. After a late Saturday night, madam wakes up, cakes her face, but forgets to brush off the dandruff gathered on her collar. It’s sad to see schmoozers keeping pace with all the changes, but forget one basic hygiene need. I so wish to see this change in the next brunch that I attend.
Oh, another man who is averse to any change is the grand old Tiger who wants Mumbai to be an exclusive domain of the Marathis. Anybody who challenges his sermon is roughed up by his henchman, all in the name of Marathi Manoos. The grand old Tiger’s heir apparent, too, sticks to the older credo. But one young man who has sort of made ‘youth’ the buzzword in politics changed the way many look at politicians by taking the local train to the heartland of the Grand Old Tiger’s domain.
{{/usCountry}}Oh, another man who is averse to any change is the grand old Tiger who wants Mumbai to be an exclusive domain of the Marathis. Anybody who challenges his sermon is roughed up by his henchman, all in the name of Marathi Manoos. The grand old Tiger’s heir apparent, too, sticks to the older credo. But one young man who has sort of made ‘youth’ the buzzword in politics changed the way many look at politicians by taking the local train to the heartland of the Grand Old Tiger’s domain.
{{/usCountry}}Change is inevitable. I have used this space to educate you on how to climb the social ladder, unearth the exploits of wannabe Page 3 pests, exposed the subtle art of gate-crashing and threw light on what goes on at after-hour parties. Many hated me for it, while some loved me. I see a change now; a little change in the behaviour of wannabe socialites, a little control in brand-whorism, a subtlety in approach than vulgar display of wealth and it makes me optimistic, that slowly but surely, some do change. Guess you, too, need a change from the weekly ranting of this scribe. If you had been wishing it, you got it. Ciao!