Aap ki Sarkaar^ again

Pic courtesy : www.bijoyvenugopal.com

Its time again for the AAP. Aap ki Sarkaar^.The Aam aadmi party has made a resounding comeback, garnering 67 seats in the Delhi elections, a whopping majority. Every other party relegated to the dust. Is this the dawn of a new era in Indian politics, with the voters finally being able to choose? For many decades of single party rule, accompanied by lack of any meaningful alternatives, had more or less brought in despondency to the Indian voter. For what matters more in a democracy than the ability to choose.But, no more. Here appears a strong-willed, clean alternate to the mainstream parties, riding high on popular choice.

The amblingindian is once again over the moon with joy. An idea, of the common man- the amblingindian, who couldn't do much but write, has now metamorphosed into one that can vote. And choose from viable alternatives. A lot hinges now on Mr Kejriwal and his army of supporters. For sure, they started on the right wicket the last time, by bringing in good governance, albeit breifly, but then lost the plot somewhere by resigning after 49 days in power.

Lets hope that time has brought experience and maturity. This time, the world is watching with bated breath,as is the amblingindian. Will they ? Wont they? Will they last the five years and bring the much needed alternative to Indian politics, to life this time around?

Also read .. The aam aadmi arrives, published in 2013( the last time around, when the amblingindian was at 10,000 views).  (The amblingindian close on the heels of the aam aadmi, is today at 20,000 views+ and growing...)

Pic Courtesy : The Hindu

Regards,
Aina Rao.
The amblingindian

^Sarkar- Government

Year of aam aadmi^

The aam aadmi arrives …

2013- will be known as the year that the aam aadmi arrived. And in what style! From a protest, to support a fasting Anna Hazare* against corruption, to a party that has stolen the show, with capture of 29 seats, and forming the Government, and that too in the capital of Delhi**. Not a mean feat by any standards. The longstanding incumbents relegated to the backbenches, and becoming the butt of jokes, and that too by upstarts. And what a journey! From being  called names  - "Mango men", to stealing thunderstage! From being anonymous , to victorious!

The broom wields power

Who would have thought that the educated electorate could actually swing something so stupendous? The common man, depicted so simply by R K laxman, the innocent bystander, who could only watch by the sidelines, is now flexing his muscles and calling the shots. From mere protests, to real power. The year 2013 will certainly be seen as a watershed in indian politics, with the emergence of what me thinks is a real alternative. For people who had no choice but to vote for one criminal over the other, what a refreshing wave. To be actually able to offer an alternative that’s clean, and not surprisingly, having chosen the ubiquitous “Jhadu” or “broom”, to clean up the place, coming up with the real goods. It remains to be seen though, whether the aam aadmi party can actually carry this through, without letting success go to their heads.

As for me, I am over the moon with joy! The year 2013 is when the Amblingindian was also born, close on the heels of the aam aadmi. An idea, that came to mind, from watching helplessly, to doing something. She started with writing about stuff, pouring out her heart. The amblingindian -  the alter ego of the aam aadmi, helpless as she was, watching by the sidelines so far. But hopefully, no longer! She is now the empowered one, ready to take on the new India.. Ready to support what’s right , clean and just. With not a jhadu, but a pen in tow! Power to the Aam aadmi , to the amblingindian…

Power to the amblingindian

Regards

Aina Rao

( The amblingindian also arrives with 10,000 page views today - thank you to all readers!)

^Aam Aadmi - the common man or woman

*Anna Hazare - the leader who led a hunger fast against corruption in India, supported by millions of Indians who are fed up with the rot in the system. 

**Refers to the recent success of the AAm AADmi party in the Delhi elections, where they debuted with a large no of seats, at the cost of the ruling party - the Congress.

Women of India- Innovate !

Save the Girl child :
Gurjeet Singh 's cycling mission:
Pic courtesy : Gaadi.com

It is interesting indeed, the kind of innovation that gets created by necessity, in the face of not just adversity, but what seems like insurmountable odds. Today I’m thinking of a long standing problem for India-Female feticide and what can stop it?  Lots of people, policy makers and common men included have put their heads to the issue which is not new, but seemed to have gained momentum in the last few decades. The dwindling female:male ratio of the Northern states bearing testimony to the fact that people had become quite adept at using modern techniques to find creative ways of solving traditional ailments. So quick ultrasounds at doctor or quack clinics, to reveal the gender of the foetus, followed by a quicker abortion if it was female, did the job. And was well concealed. With the inevitable result that the offspring was always male (Some of my so-called well-wishers, obviously not knowing much about me, and displaying pity after the birth of my first daughter, had suggested this route). With the dwindling female:male sex ratio reaching alarming proportions, to the extent that three Hariyanavi*  brothers had to share a wife, a la Draupadi, the policymakers were forced to sit up and take notice.

And what better way to do that than to try and stem the issue? So ultrasound clinics were banned from revealing the gender of the unborn child, with strict penalties and surveillance in place for doctors. And abortions coming under the scanner too. All these had their impact,  somewhat  reducing the gender selection dilemma. But, surprisingly the problem seems to continue, perhaps abetted by even more innovative means, which may have been discovered by desperate people not wanting a female offspring at all.

What is heartening to note, is the amount of attention this issue is getting. Last week, a cyclist from Punjab," Gurjeet Singh" started a country wide cycling trip to raise awareness of the issue- his mission "Save and Educate the Girl child" . A heart warming  gesture indeed. A slew of other awareness initiatives are to be seen; funnily enough some creative radio jingles by the “Ministry” encouraging people to have more girls. A man, ostensibly “ Mr Gupta”  proudly proclaims, on a ministry sponsored advert - “ I have two girls, both are chartered accountants. And they help me run my company- my turnover has gone up five times. And now I have named the company “Gupta and daughters”. Laudable indeed, Mr Gupta and the ministry of women and whatever, but is this enough? Goading people to have daughters by naming their companies so and so. Or, is something much more drastic, something really innovative needed to stop this poison?

Pic courtesy: Care India

My thought is, India needs to dig deeper, find the root of the issue and then pull it out. In a patriarchal society, even primitive at times, men hold the upper hand. Be it freedom to move around, dress and loiter (to prove this point , a group WEloiter has been setup,where women are simply loitering about the way men do in India, thus asserting their rights to this activity, hitherto the prerogative of some useless men), ownership of assets, or simply the family name, women are always disadvantaged, with very few exceptions (Such as the Nair community of Kerala). So, in effect, we may need to do more to reverse the tide. 

Being a woman should simply be the “best “ that can happen. Be in in property, taxes, employment, education, civil rights or anything else you can think of, the policymakers will have to make it unfairly advantageous to be a woman. Swinging the scale somewhat to the other side.  Just to get the balance right, which you can achieve only after rebalancing, and tilting the other way.  Some measures that are in place already- free education, the tax free interest deposit account for girls for upto Rs. 1.5 lakhs , all good, but need to be upped. Why not make property transfer to a woman free of stamp duty ? That way, a lot of property will get registered in a woman’s name. And as we all know, property equals power. Reinvigorate the parliamentary reservation bill for women which is still gathering dust. Puny measures will not help in solving the issue, but bold, innovative steps are what are needed.

Dear readers, If you have any suggestions about how we can unfairly advantage women, do write to me .. Amblingindian@gmail.com. I will be happy to compile an innovative list of ideas for the cause of women in India and post it too.

Regards, 

Aina Rao, 

The amblingindian.

* men from Haryana, a state in the North of India

The name innovation begins....

Whats in the name?

What is it about us Indians and names? We don't just love our names ( and in some cases hate them, especially if they are a tad too long, somewhat like Parvati Venkata Nag Vijaya Rajyashree . err.. the full name of a person well known to the amblingindian), we adore, glorify and worship them too. And too what an extent!

No sooner does the Party in power change hands than kicks in the "Ministry of renaming conventions". All hands to the deck, the invisible ones that is, get busy at spotting and listing all the names of the hitherto politicians, wherever they may be. So, starting from the airports, the roads, the innumerable schemes, the schools, and perhaps even the slums, nothing is to
be left behind. For all this naming and shaming is important business you see.                            

I thought the new Government would have
enough up its sleeve to sit and work through without actually worrying about these sorry names everywhere. But, how wrong was I in my understanding of the Indian political psyche. This naming is serious business man, especially if you have a history of 50 years of near uninterrupted single party rule (by which nearly every lampole in sight has been named after the party leaders), it demands a lot of hard work to undo all that naming and glorifying business. And not just undo the old ones, but to find new ones too. So, an entire team of historians and researchers is needed to get going, and find all the leaders of yore, and of today too, some of who, need to be kept in good standing by virtue of the fact that they command complete votebanks now. That being their claim to fame, they must share in the spoils or the glory for sure. 

Which way to go?

To quote Abhijeet Majumdar,the Hindustan times : "Only, this is no ordinary change. It is not just about bringing down old photographs and nameplates and putting up a new set. It is far bigger in scale, far-reaching in ambition, profound in its desired result.So far managing to keep the media noise low, the Modi government has set out to unfix the nuts, bolts, nails, dowels, hinges and fixings of the Nehru-Gandhi architecture.It won’t be easy. The family has been in power for about 50 of India’s 67 years of Independence, the last 10 of which with Congress chief Sonia Gandhi as the real power centre watching over her party’s PM. This is excluding PV Narasimha Rao's days in office, on which the family had very limited influence.

After the BJP came to power in May, it had said it would review the use of Nehru-Gandhi family names in 650 schemes, projects and institutions. From roads, parks, colleges, ports, airports, sanctuaries to stadiums and tournaments played therein and trophies distributed, perhaps no part of the country is untouched by these signs of what is variously explained as gratitude and servitude.Of the many mysterious ways the family exercised and perpetuated its power over nearly seven decades, signage was the most visible but, paradoxically, the most subliminal. One encountered it almost at every turn of everyday life.Rajiv Awas Yojna for slum development is going to be named after Jai Prakash Narayan, a socialist and India’s best known anti-corruption activist. In the Union Budget, finance minister Arun Jaitley spoke about setting up the Jai Prakash Narayan National Centre for Excellence in Humanities in Madhya Pradesh. Hyderabad’s Rajiv Gandhi Airport is likely to be named after former Andhra Pradesh CM NT Rama Rao", and so on and so forth.

Hurrah to the name changers- some innovative ideas there. With the new party in power in new India, it sure is time for change. The only thought that comes to mind now, is, why not name all the potholes on the roads too- in memory of some of the politicians who let them live in peace, for all this while. 

Whichever ministry is in power can surely claim that glory. So, here's to the potholed road to be named after the " Transport Minister"; a new innovation for new India.

Regards, 

Aina Rao 

The amblingindian

Eat, walk, see Bangalore

Good morning, Bengaluru.

Kaikondranahalli lake at sunrise

Kaikondranahalli lake at sunrise

Today starts an innovative series on spending the weekends. This time it was  time for just walking and seeing Bangalore. And discovering it bit, by bit. Followed by breakfast of course. What better way to spend a Sunday than with friends in tow. And that is how, I started off with the "Kaikondranahalli lake". Wonder who named it that- Kaiko Run halli (Why run in the village) . A good excuse not to run, just to take a walk. And what a walk - around a beautifully rejuvenated lake. an amazing sight! Lots of birds, swampland and shimmering water to greet the senses. A calm placid breeze, the tender morning sun and dew dampened grass. A pack of stray dogs to greet.

This lake has been the benefactor of a focused effort to rejuvenate nature's bounty right here in the city, and by a group determined not to allow it to be converted into another ugly concrete jungle. A group that doggedly pursued its dream and came up tops.

An innovative idea, to convert it into a walk-run- cycle or just meet around the lake track. Interspersed with a kids fun area, with lots of  swings. And a musical corner dotted with drums to try out. an amphitheatre to boot. Lots to do, for everyone around. Or just sit and gaze, and feast the eyes on so many things of beauty- cranes, herons, the black- billed platypus, eucalyptus, reeds and plain, calm, pure,refreshing water too. And come home refreshed indeed, for that's a sunday well spent!

Regards
Aina Rao
the amblingindian.

The uncommon man passeth

Pic courtesy: Times of india

Last week, as the uncommon man " RK Laxman *", creator of the common man, breathed his last, a shower of tributes, from common and uncommon people followed. Many of who remembered him with nostalgia, from the days when they waited, every morning, for his appearance in the "Times of India", with his witty, satirical insight into the headline of the day. Such was his impact that it was not even necessary to go through the mountains of written pieces that accompanied the little cartoon on front page, but just a glimpse of the common happenings around the common man would be enough. Even though a common man, he was uncommon by all means, with his pointy ears and wonder-struck expression staying on in the minds of the readers, as he watched everything around him, stoically and silently. Chairs may be hurled around him by the honourable members of parliament, or cows elbow him around, but he just stood. And saw. He had no name, he never spoke, but he said it all. And resounded with the masses of common men.                                                                                                          

K

And sad it is indeed, the day when he fell silent for ever. the 26th of Jan, 2015. No more of his appearances to look forward to. But, such was his charisma and power that he inspired. Inspired many an innovation, starting with Indian Politics . The " Aam Aadmi", none other than a symbol of the common man, that even inspired a party.

Amblingindian- the common woman

And the "amblingindian", a rather modern, forward-looking "aam aurat", yet a commoner in the India of today, joined the ranks of his common followers. But, in contrast, while the common man insisted on silence, the "aam aurat- the amblingindian" and others spoke out, and continue to do so. And hope to be joined by many others too, in their quest for commonness. Hail the common man! May his tribe increase!

Regards,

Aina Rao
The amblingindian.

The common man stamp

*Rasipuram Krishnaswami Laxman (24 October 1921 – 26 January 2015) was an Indian cartoonist, illustrator, and humorist. He is best known for his creation The Common Man , a satirical innovation, and for his daily cartoon strip, "You Said It" in The Times of India, which started in 1951.

Daunting, Delightful, Innovative Delhi

Delhi-pic coutesy Olacabs.com

How can a city be delightful and daunting all in one- an innovation to wonder about? Perhaps, if Delhi is chosen as the one.  An off-chance weekend trip to Delhi, always fun, but more so in the winter, brings back so many memories. Of shops brimming with handicrafts, of historic marvels springing from nowhere, of deer dancing in the middle of the city, of khau gallis and fruit chats , of street markets and Dilli haats, of carrots pickled in vinegar and sundried in the tender winter sun, of cycling around the IIT campus, and so many more.

Yes, this is Delhi indeed. The darling of many, this is where it all began. So many stories stand today- of the Mughal Raj, the target of many a reign, of wars, of a city that just stayed on. So many attackers came and went, and yet she stood her ground. Steadfast, refusing to fall, or perish. And so she lives on, even today. Daring Delhi indeed!


Bombay may have been known as  the city of dreams, but Delhi, has always been the dream city for me. So elegant, dreamlike by day and daunting by night, all in one. The expansive Lutyens bungalows, the pristine Connaught circus now somewhat, but thankfully, not completely marred by the likes of ugly monstrous buildings. The streets of Janpath, all fortified by daunting barricades and army posts, speaking of a city so loved , yet so hated, as a symbol of New India that villians chose to defile. Defile they must, by their acts of terror, on people –one or many, but the city still stands, stoic and tall, witness as it has been to the many invaders who tried to break its spirit, through dreadful and heinous acts, even hundreds of years ago, but never could succeed. For it rises, like a phoenix, each time, with its body damaged, but its  soul untarnished, brave and beautiful, ready to spring back. Delhi is and remains a delight- a paradise for writers, many of whom have devoted their entire books to it. “Adventures in a megacity”. “ Derilious in Delhi”,The new “Delhi stories”, " Delhi-6, the movie" and many more, inspired by the soul that refuses to die.

K

A lot of conjecture goes into what gives Delhi its name, but, I guess, the city of delights may be the best that I can think of. “Delightful Delhi” . Be it a glutton, a historian, a shopper , or just an amblingindian, delightful it is indeed, endearing to them all, and innovative in its own way (More about that in the next post). Delightful Delhi, at its best, as it is today, and will be !


Regards
Aina Rao,

The amblingindian.

P.S the amblingindian has today crossed 20,000 views. You, dear readers, delight me, as does Delhi...

Re-invented Snakes of Bangalore

It's official. Bangalore is the city of snakes.And there are snakes everywhere in the city. So what's new this time?

Urban Bangalore - Where are the kaluves hiding?

Snakes have always been around right? And have always been hiding under the earth, in their burrows, crawling along, causing little annoyance generally, but sometimes emerging from their deep dark shadows, enough to scare everyone. And that's exactly what's happening now. Apparently, there were these snakes in Bangalore, hundreds of them, in the olden days, officially known as kaluves (canals) or rajakaluves even, crawling through the city. They've always been around, but did anyone know of them until now?  Not really, Not until some rather clever public officials woke up to the fact  that these snakes were not a source of annoyance, but also a source of a lot of hidden wealth. So, the snakes are being re-incarnated, or re-invented and rejuvenated. The official term being " rejuvenation of the kaluves". Now, what is this so called snake or kaluve, one may ask? A kaluve is in fact a canal that used to carry water in the good ol'days, when water tankers were not available, It was the kaluve that took water from the rivers, lakes and canals, for irrigation and such, to control the overflow.

So what now? Since the kaluve existed for irrigation, what happens when irrigation and fields go away, and get replaced by swanky high-rises? Does the kaluve still need to be there? Maybe, as a storm water drain, or maybe as a decorative thing, notwithstanding the fact that the existing drains are nothing but masses of debris, garbage and anything unnamed, floating around in the name of a canal. Look behind Diamond district, the city that is supposed to be shining with diamonds, but , in reality is flanked by an ugly, stinky mass of debris happily floating around. The stench is so strong, you might call it the first "smelly diamond". And other kaluves, behind the airport wall, Belandur lake, so many of them abound. Plenty of these overt and covert kaluves are yet to be "found".  The overt ones, having been converted into ugly sewage carrying pipes, the covert ones need to be unearthed too, so that the officials, in the name of diverting water, can divert their attention from cleaning up any of the stinky garbage canals, by creating some more. Maybe a new way of disposing off garbage.

So , it comes to pass. That the officials have suddenly woken up to mark the A,B,C and god knows how many other kaluves supposedly buried under now called  "illegal" land. Not withstanding the fact that these were perfectly legal when sanctioned and registered by the same Govt authorities, right under their noses. So where were these kaluve hiding then? And why are they surfacing now? Is it something to do with the fact that the kaluves, or these snakes are hidden gold mines?. We did worship snakes in the olden times didn't we? Maybe they brought gold then too? Maybe they didn't. But they can now.

So, the formula is very simple, Look for an old map, uncover a kaluve, go and mark the houses of residents who have apparently built their houses over it. The poor chaps who had no knowledge that a snake was lurking under their house or in their garden, because no one told them. None of the so- called authorities who were very happy to collect the duty and taxes then , to allow them to build right on top of these so-called kaluves.

Coming back to reality, uncover or unleash an innovative snake on the residents. Here is a snake right under your house . Pay, and get it out of your way, or be demolished forever. Do what should a hapless resident do? Go around the courts, streets or kaluves to get some releif? From the kaluve which could have been skirting around his garden , in a harmless way, but are made out to be right under the house. In fact these snakes aren't harmless are they? They are quite ferocious, poisonous, smart. and agile too. They can change course ,as they realise that changing course is more beneficial, since no one knows where they existed anyway, it might be a figment of the imagination that they surface now.

 And just looking at them, everyone goes into a frenzy, runs helter skelter, tries to cover the damage, trying to save themselves, through a motley mix of courts, lawyers, judges and people.  Here we run around, trying to uncover or divert an irrigation canal that might have existed hundreds of years ago, to irrigate so called irrigation fields that existed at that time, which have all been converted into houses, office buildings etc, But the irrigation canal must stay.

 For what joy, no one knows. We must gather up our steam, allow the kaluve to pass, so that some amount of water can pass through and irrigate perhaps the apartments that have come up on erstwhile fields. Clever, isn't it? A snake in the grass, a snake that can bring a lot of wealth, as with a gold -mine to the public official who has found it. A snake to bring us all to our knees for our houses are at stake. Spend our money, time and effort on diverting them now, since we have committed the cardinal sin of not feeding them all along or not watering them at least.

And so the kaluves. The new age gold-mines- Innovation indeed. The ones to be prayed to. For their power to unleash more havoc and bring more wealth to the discoverers!


Regards,
Aina Rao
The amblingindian

"Fooding"- the Indian Invention

Any series on Indian innovation can never be complete without the mention of food - bhojan, khana or annam as it is lovingly called, depending upon which part of the country you are in. If there ever was a league table, or even an indexing of countries who live to eat (rather than eat to live) , we could well be at the top of the list. Unfortunately the peoples (usually staid ecomonimists or other morons) love to rank countries on rather mundane issues like livability, breathability and other such where India stands the poorest chance and inevitably but rather unfortunately ends up at the bottom end of the pile.



Thaali- naan and others. coutesy: lisbokebabish.com

So, while the most premium seems to be placed on routine "roti kapda and makaan (home,cloth and food)" when it comes to these rankings, in her own quirky way, the amblingindian has decided to look at these things with her innovation glasses on. And what do we see here? Wow! Of course India was and still is one of the original gastronomic innovators, without any doubt. With many of the best known foods including icecreams claiming to have originated here and many other yummier delights also known to be so. In fact, I am tempted to cover two of the exotic dishes that may have been invented eons ago, but discovered by me only now - one being "rose petals pudding" and the other a crispy "puffed rice dosa". But, have no fear, by no means is this blog going to be overtaken by food. Even though the thought is delicious enough to get one drooling. For now, I shall relegate the recipes to the kitchen and perhaps make them available to readers on demand if they so desire.

The subject of attention, however, is not just the food, but the language that accompanies it. Much like the chutneys, achars and pickles that no self-respecting Indian meal can do without, the innovative descriptions of the food add a quirky, tangy dimension to it. While in Bombay you could sip "Cutting Chai" (yes, literally tea that has been cut, ostensibly to save cost, but also, perhaps to make it cutting-edge), I also discovered yesterday in Delhi, something called " Running Naan"( Running bread). What the???? Precisely the amblingindian's reaction, dear readers.

 On digging deeper, it appears it had nothing to do with the pace at which it was being dished out by the dilligent cooks and waiters- rapid fire, literally running out of the kitchen, but rather, something about being added to a meal to cover the shortfall of rotis when the curry is continuing but the naan has emm... run out.

And so, innovative indeed is the food lingo, it just beckons and cajoles you to try some. At least touch the palate. What next then for india? Flying fish curry, or buttering chicken?

Some thinking needed, or maybe drooling, to partake of all  this innovative fooding...

Regards,

Aina Rao
The amblingindian.
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"Snow" -another Indian "Innovation"

Beautiful -minus the snow

Here cometh the next post on Indian innovation, after the Blouse piece story. It seems a marvel that a country of a billion plus can only showcase a couple of inventions that strike. It does strike me as odd, so, from all the travels in the recent past, I have been looking for nuggets of undiscovered innovation, convinced as I am , that there is a lot more to be found as i amble
 across this vast, magnificient country.I mean it, you should look for more posts, as I plan to unearth more than you ever thought existed.

And sometimes, it strikes, that innovation happens serendipitiously- right? Discoveries usually do, but so can innovations. That is how i discovered the innovation called "Snow " in Bangalore. Who ever thought that it doesnt snow in Bangalore? Even though fairly close to the equator, it does snow in Bangalore, and that too all the year round. In fact, it snows so brilliantly that one doesnt even feel cold.




Snow on Belandur lake

The snow itself is powdery,fluffy, white and very occassionally dotted with specs of grey. It is an innovation indeed, snow created by waste products . Instead of letting them go to waste, the municipality is actually utilising them well- by allowing them to fester,rot, and ultimately metamorphose into white powdery specs that greet you, flying across so gently, on the wings of the breeze.

If you are still wondering what and where this snow is, it is to be found on a gutter that flows from the Belandur lake.Tons of sewage, some detergent filled muck, finds its way everyday into the dregs of the canal, and blossoms and blooms, with the sheer force of its own self, to form soft ,cottony fluffy balls. And then, all these balls magically converge into one huge powdery mass of fluff- an avalanche of snow that sometimes spills over from the gutter to the streets around. Not a pretty sight, though! An Indian municipal innovation, for sure! Snow from waste! If only it could be put to good use though, to make a snow themed park perhaps... Taking the cue from the "Ugly Indian*", by Arun Pai, transposing ugly to beautiful instantly. Taking innovation to the next level. If anyone had the gumption to enjoy the theme, that is!

K

Regards,
Aina Rao
The amblingindian

* ugly indian - An innovative project run by  a former classmate, to transform ugly streets into beautiful ones.

"Blouse" - an Indian "Innovation"!

Two upcoming weddings in the family mean a lot of preparation. Not just the clothes, but jewellery, comestics, shoes and what have you. And a lot of mixing and matching, for there's only so much you want to lug and airlift all the way to the North of India, the constraints being airline imposed, even though the modern day Shaadi calls for an all out extravaganza of showbaazi and showgiri.

And that was how I found myself trawling through dozens of clothes and fancy stores, in search for what one may call " the perfect blouse" if there were ever such a thing. The last time I went blouse shopping, many many years ago was with my mother, again trawling through the stores for the perfect match of "2 by 2" fabric, as it was called then, getting a small piece cut and off to the tailors for the long wait before the "blouse" arrived. Often, to my mother's chagrin, it would just be short of perfect, with a sleeve too loose or too tight, and then it was back again to the tailors for another long wait, for you were completely at his mercy for that perfect fit that concealed everything. Even a sleeveless blouse was quite a "thing" in those days, mind you.

Ever elegant- Saree
Coutesy: Filmfare

An Indian Fashion delight
courtesy :123rf.com

Well then, years of respite from sarees, having taken the easy way out by adopting the easy-to-wear trousers and tops, (literally pull on and pull off almost, stretchable, lyrca and such convenient stuff) had me completely converted. But then, the weddings on hand, call for some level of dressing up, for one does not really want to stand out as plain or staid, and so- off it was to get the lovely sarees ready. Much to the fashionista's delight, today's sarees are a class apart- graceful, elegant , embroidered, with "work" as they call it- a treat to the wearer and the gazer alike. But alas, like every rose has a thorn, the saree inevitably comes with the torture of getting the "right" blouse, or getting the "blouse" right, if i may call it that.

And so, another set of myriad trips to the shops, this time to get  the blouse. Online shopping being useless here, how could you ever imagine what would actually land up by way of fit and hope to get it right online? Another revelation- You can get fancy, fancier and fanciest blouses (or bold, bolder and boldest maybe) , and that too readymade now. Yipee ! no more trips to the tailors. But, hold your horses, its not that simple. For a blouse to get that perfect a fit- if you have ever worn a saree, you will know how it cannot be loose or tight , it has to fit just right everywhere , is a challenge halfway upto Mount Everest . But , what is more interesting is the kind of "readymade" or tailor made blouses that are to be found now. Necklines, plunging necklines and lack of necklines, I am totally at a loss to describe them. So much so, that it seems these have been designed to reveal , rather than conceal. Whoever said that "western" wear was the cause of deprecation of Indian Culture - maybe some Bapu Shapu out there needs to have another look at these new fangled blouses.  An Indian fashion innovation for sure, for one can't imagine any other country having come up with something so emm... fashionable, sensual, leaving nothing to the imagination,etc, etc all in one. The west may have their Donna Karans' and we our Manish Malhotra's, but these innovations, all by the local Darzi( The tailors) are definitely befitting a place in designer history.

And so, displayed below are some versions of what was to be found in the shops. See the innovation for yourself, will you!

Blouse on a string?

Innovations by local tailors!

Nothing left to imagination!