Talk of fashion and I love to see people in different styles.
As long as they are modern and not vulgar, I admire them.
Like my good friend whom we call “captain.” He likes to wear low-hip jeans. There are occasions where it looks like the jean would just drop down, but it never happens, thank God. Girls like him and I envy him.
There is this Egyptian friend who changes the colour of his hair often, looks slim, leaves his shirt buttons open and wears funny coloured shirts. But nothing attracts your attention more than his smile. Vallah, through him I have learnt: Even if you are the best dressed man, if you can’t smile, you are as good as naked.
This girl loved gold. Her hands were covered with bangles. Afford she could, because her hubby was CEO of a giant media channel. I found her tense most of the time. Does money buy happiness? God knows.
About me? I am fond of jeans and T-shirts. I love to wear the “Kada” (silver coloured ring) Sardarjis wear from the Golden Temple. I had one for several years, but misplaced it somewhere. I asked a blog friend in Dubai from Amritsar to bring one for me. He decided to stay off my blog ever after.
“This ear ring you are wearing. Is it original diamond?”
“I have to ask my wife,” replied the man.