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Sharadiya Dasgupta
Saturday , April 23, 2011 at 12 : 31

For my fellow shallows, call me shallow if you may


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So last week I was holidaying on a charming island with sun kissed, white sand beaches and turquoise blue waters that blended into green towards the horizon.

One afternoon we were at an idyllic sea side shack downing Mai Tais and LIITs and had no sense of time passing (oh the bliss!!).

Suddenly it was time for sunset and I realized I had to change out of my beige-and-red sarong (from 'Anokhi' in case you want to know) which I had had draped all day long.

There was a little shanty I could find to change but I still went ahead and changed. My friends were rather curious and had "Whats the fuss?" written all over.

Yes I will agree it was partly because I was with a boy and I wanted to tease him and see his eyes lit up as I strutted back into the shack in my shorts, off-shoulder peasant blouse and nude heels (this combination is such a rage this season-summery without being overtly cloy.

I would advise all of you to check it out and what's best is that it works for most body types) and then walk him with him to the beach, climb those rocks and kiss the day goodbye.

But on second thoughts I would have done it even without the added incentive of the boy's furtive adulation. It was a gorgeous sunset and I wanted to capture it for all the boring Mondays that were to follow and in that memory I wanted to look the best I can.

Which brings me to the more fundamental question of why do I love fashion so much? Why this practically frenzied fixation with dresses, bags, shoes, glares, make up, hair accessories etc etc?

Because it lets me escape the drudgery. I don't know about you but I very often find reality underwhelming and mediocre. On most days we live our lives, do whatever we do and then we sleep-it's as simple and ordinary as that.

And now imagine doing the same and going through the same motions over and over again without your orange Kenneth Cole bag you just picked up at the latest sale or your favourite, amazingly flattering pair of Topshop trousers or your latest flaunt purchase - the pair of Fendi colour block, cork heels or your Dior Rouge 434.

Doesn't it bleach the palette?

In the words of the inimitable Mademoiselle Chanel - " I don't understand how a woman can leave the house without fixing herself up a little - if only out of politeness. And then, you never know, maybe that's the day she has a date with destiny. And it's best to be as pretty as possible for destiny."

Did you say vain? Of course it is....but it works for me. It's my favourite fix right after the written word and music.

And at times it makes reality almost as magical and perfect as I wish it to be. Like it did that evening.


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More about Sharadiya Dasgupta

Sharadiya Dasgupta has a day job in the financial services industry. She enjoys fashion and all things fabulous. She hopes to have her wardrobe spilling over with Chanel, Marchesa, Oscar de la Renta, Valentino, Sabyasachi, Manish Arora some day but till then she is happy writing about these labels and their creations. She has a degree in Mathematics. Books (strictly fiction), films, music and microfinance are her other areas of interest.

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