I look forward to the beginning of each new month, for each new month brings with it new issues of my favourite magazines, filled with glamour, gossip and glitz. How they manage to churn out those glamorous glossies, filled with pages and pages of equally glamorous subjects each month amazes me. Call me vain or whatever but I won’t shy away from accepting that ‘I am loving it’.
After months of in depth study of all these magazines every morning over my pot there are a few observations I have made. Just as every locality/ college has this set of people who everyone likes to talk and be around, every city also has this set. The difference being that the college set is talked about in the canteen while the city set is talked about on page 3 of the newspapers. If you are part of this set in a big city you become part of this different fraternity – the big league. Every magazine every paper wants a peek into your life – what you eat, where you live, what you wear when you sleep, just anything will do.
Getting into this league is not an easy task you need to be seen with the right people at the right places at the right time in the right designer clothes complimented by the ‘it’ accessories of the season, phew! And you thought it’s easy.
If I were in their place each invitation would equal a nervous breakdown. Imagine knowing that going for any event equals being scrutinised for any imperfections by the entire nation.
They must need huge wardrobe spaces and bigger bank balances to keep their image intact. Being seen in the same outfit at more than one party is a crime and the offender has hell to pay however two people wearing the same outfit – that is a crime for which only capital punishment is befitting. So when these women buy clothes they pay not just for the design and brand but also for the exclusivity. Just like Shah Jahan cut off the hands of those who built the Taj Mahal, these designers are paid to never recreate and sell the same piece of haute couture, at least in the same country. No diva wants to be on the ‘who wore it better poll’ of any magazine, with fashion illiterate people voting, showing absolutely no regard for her jimmy choo’s and armani’s.
There are days, typically the beginning of the month when I dream about being in one of these magazines looking glamorous and immaculate from head to toe. I make resolutions to hit the gym every day and look my best always. And then there are days typically the end of the month when I tell myself that being a diva is too much hard work. However there is one question that keeps me up at night – what do they do with all the gorgeous clothes and accessories which cannot be repeated by them?
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