Once we were invited to a party at night, my cute wify begum wasn’t happy about my innovative dress selection, but I bluntly told her that please don’t drag ‘fashion’ into this discussion. If you really want to discuss fashion then that belongs to fashion section of Gupshup forum, login and give all your comments there. I am really fed-up of this fashion thingy. I am not that fashionable and being a non-fashionious person I have a right to decide what I myself want to wear. I don’t like guilt trips, specially from self claimed fashion experts. If I want to wear pinkish orange heart shaped glasses indoors, at night, why do fashion obsessed people judge me. Those fanatic fashionists should respect my choice, ‘Live and Let Live’!!!. They shouldn’t laugh or make fun of me, or spread any hatred against me. If I want to wear polka dot light green woolen dhoti with a brown leather striped vest along with DMS shoes, it is a good contrast combination IMO, I can do whatever I feel like, its my life. I don’t care about fashion policemen, imposing their views on me. I like light orange shining mehendi on my beard and thick sarso’n (citronella ?) oil layer on my hair, soaked a bit by my topi and few drops moving down my neck from time to time, as it looks ‘rough’ and hot. Also the killer surma thick layer in my eyes, is mind blowing and heart breaking.
In the end she said that her stomach is aching because of laughing, I felt really insulted by this mocking comment. I don’t like self-fashion-righteous people who think that they are more fashionable then others. Then she said that we may negotiate, she would follow a bit of what I want in her dressing (a bit more covering) and in return I must completely (100%) follow what she wants in my dressing. I felt that was injustice, but thought that marriage is the name of compromising and understanding, in which one person has to make relatively more compromises and sacrifices. Life is tough.
Was I wrong ? I am fuming like a furnace.