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Please, pret-a-please!

There are fashion statements and there are fashion designers? statements. After the capital?s poor, dear couture community finds itself being demolished courtesy the Municipal Corporation of Delhi, help has been sought from the Big Designer in the Sky.

india Updated: Feb 04, 2006 01:04 IST

There are fashion statements and there are fashion designers’ statements. After the capital’s poor, dear couture community finds itself being demolished courtesy the Municipal Corporation of Delhi, help has been sought from the Big Designer in the Sky. Before the Supreme Court judgment ordering the MCD to spare no one when it comes to illegal constructions, life used to be about bending the rules with some chai-paani and not worrying about it. These days, it seems that even a bona fide bribe-giver can’t get his money’s worth.

So, in the rightness of tackling the forces of the Kali Yug, Delhi’s fashion designers have been invoking the gods by conducting a havan. Normally associated with new structures in need of divine blessing, this time the ritual is being used to stop not-quite-kosher structures from being turned into rubble.

In the cult comic sci-fi classic, The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, the hero, Arthur Dent, tries to stop authorities from bulldozing his house by lying down in front of the incoming bulldozers. That approach, however, may not have been appealing to our beleaguered friends as it means running the risk of spoiling their [fill in your label] jackets. It’s also unlikely they have had the time to read Hitchhiker’s Guide (or any book apart from The Monk Who Sold His Ferrari). Incidentally, there is some consolation for the designer who reckoned the MG 1 demolition job is “like an act of terrorism”. In the case of Dent, Planet Earth is destroyed by the corporators of the universe, the Vogons. In Delhi, the MCD wouldn’t — possibly couldn’t — go that far. Or would it?