Humaare Hawadar Palazzos!!
God has made all kinds of seasons and designers all kinds of garments to compliment those seasons. No no I am not talking Manish Malhotras or Abu Jaani kind of designers. They have only one design for us women and that’s a saree with backless neckless, I mean everything less BLOUSE. Even if it is for extreme winters. In fact, all salutes to the courage of that brave blouse for hanging in there in spite of no practical support! Women often times end up looking like frozen popsicles or mannequins during their so called special occasions but the design of the blouses don’t change.
Anyways wohi bantaa hae jo biktaa hae! We women also refuse to change. Humein bhee to sab flaunt karna hae. No no not to men!! To our respectable rishtedaars. Chaahe uske baad, tulsi aur neem Ka kaada peena pade!
Coming back to my point. In this terrible sultry weather, all your body craves is for soft, mulmuly, airy, breathable clothes and I can’t help but bless bless and bless the reinvent-ors of our Humaare baap dada ki zaamene ke aligarhi pyjamas as Palazzos. Haan bhai, they have been inspired by the Aligarhi pyjamas!
Although palazzos date back to sixty’s and seventy’s but when they made a come back for us, for our diddas and for our ammas, they were a big hit. They replaced those balloon kind salwars and those churidaars in no time. I am glad they did. Though whenever my father sees me in a palazzo, he always comments, “beta yeh jo tumne pehnaa hae, unchaa sa, kapdaa kam pad gayaa tha kya bitiya!”
Remember how we used to struggle with our churidaars? If we had to step out, we had to cater to those ten extra minutes just to successfully get into our churidaars. The more the churris the better the ishtyle! Especially, for a person like me. I had very thin legs (dad used to call them candle legs) and more churris in my churidaars was my only way of camouflaging them. Aur usi chakkar mein saara kabaada hota tha! The more the churris, the worse the struggle. Especially, if I was out for shopping and in any store’s trial room. I always would first check the size of the trial room because I knew I would be banging myself all over and Allah bachaaye, if there was no stool, I had it By God!
I remember, when once trying a churidaar, how badly I fell inside a fitting room and hurt myself. Thankfully my mother was right outside and I could call out for her help. Otherwise, imagine my embarrassment and my plight. Since then I made it a point to either ask for a stool or if not given any, would sit on the floor and try, caring the least that it would get dirty. Jaan hae to jahan hae! The designers should have thought about the practicality of the garment. Shouldn’t they?
I also remember, how some of my friends wore those body hugging churidaars and walked like a penguin. Saans na aaye but fashion na jaaye! I always wondered how they breathed and who helped them when they had to get out of those painful churidaars. They too must be banging across their rooms just like that poor birthday balloon which bangs against the four walls of a room when it gets deflated!
Shukar hae woh bhayanak waqt beeta aur aaj hum chain ki saans le rahain hain🙏
Somali Bammi
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