“No sense of quality at all”
I could hear my Mom grumbling, charging towards me while I poured another serving of Dal-fry on my Pulao.
“Beta, what kind of clothes are you buying.” The ‘Beta‘ is of course a clever camouflaging technique that my Mother resorts to while subduing the impact of her outburst.
“Look at this, it has ripped after ONE wash. Do you want me to stitch it?“
I calmly eyed the crumbled piece of my favorite blue jeans. Yes, it was ripped, at the
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thighs, because that’s how I bought it.
“Ma, fashion hoi fashion … it’s called distressed jeans.”
The look that my mom gave was definitely more ‘distressing’. I don’t know whether that was for the jeans or the fact that I was talking with a mouthful of rice.
“Fashion ne Phota-Kaani!!”. She gave one last hopeless glance at my ever-smiling face and went back, probably contemplating if she could stitch it together without me noticing.
Phota-Kaani – in Assamese, technically it’s a ripped cloth used to clean the floor. And if my mom had her way, my favorite clothing article would be mopping the poo poo and pee pee of my little cousin.
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Our understanding of fashion has never been the same. I still remember the first salwar Kurta that my mom had ordered for me. Her instructions to the tailor were clear and crisp.
“This is a 5 meter cloth. Use ALL of it to stitch a kurta for my 13 year daughter … and don’t waste a single centimetre“. I have to say the tailor was pretty good at following instructions. The kurta was big enough to fit myself, my mom and her sister as well.
Oh even after all these years, we still joke about it !!
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Haha! Just a few days back I was on Skype with my parents and they were happily surprised with the sweater I was wearing. One which I had been, for the last 15 years. Parents, bought such oversized clothes back then and we sure had no sense of fashion. Such economical they had to be no? Making us wear double our size kurtas,sweaters… 😉
My mother shook her head in despair at my clothes and I shake my head in despair at my daughter's. It's a mother daughter thing!
you are not going to beleive this BUt just a few weeks back I bought myself a Men's Distressed jean .. oh yes the big OLD grey haired ME.. 🙂 I thought what the heck might well you only live once 🙂
and I am yet to tell my Mum this .. she will go MAD I am sure …
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LOL. I am at a stage where I can relate to both- your mum and you.
I remember my Ma instructing the tailor to avoid deep necks. And look at the stringy cholis girls wear today.
Haha! God, I can so relate to it! My Dad is just the same! 😛
Hahahah! That was hilarious!
I can so imagine my mom looking all distressed at my sense of fashion even now, just as I can visualize myself giving that same look to my daughter a few years down the line 😀
Mothers, I tell ya!
Haha! The distressed jeans caused distress to your mom but this post made me smile. 🙂 We need more light reads like this, Raj. 🙂