Loans for lawns!!!

One of the happiest memories of summer for me is shopping with my mother for the latest lawn prints. Summers here are so unbearable that one is not left with any fabric options to keep your skin breathing other than lawn. There was a time when one could easily purchase the length of material required for a shirt shalwar and dupatta within the attainable sum of, would you believe, 300 to 500 rupees. Lawn was considered, rightly so, an essential and a necessity for the scorching months of summer. Each year prices for a suit rose by at least 200 rupees but even that was bearable. Not to forget that this fabric doesn't do well with washing and hardly lasts longer than one season of sweat absorbing. Before the ugly monster we all now know as 'exhibitions' reared it's useless head lawn suits went for a maximum of 800 rupees. In one fell swoop the 'backyard' designers, as I like to refer to them, aided by the marketing fronts provided by their supermodel friends turned this fabric for the masses into an item of luxury, their prices touching the levels of an outfit made from silk or chiffon. As is the case with everything in our country the bandwagon was thronged and designers of minimum to maximum repute jumped aboard. Now all your see are thick thighed, paunchy, gaudy, bleached, bejeweled, ladies that need something new to blow their husband's/boyfriend's/uncle's money on. They are seen swarming these dos and hoarding the material like the sacks of sugar that are hoarded to hike the price. Not to forget that nowadays the prices range from 2000 to 8000 rupees per suit. But the rich of this country have proved that just eating citizens taxes doesn't satisfy them anymore.They would like to out do each other not only in terms of the number of maids they can hire but buy each other out at the expense of the economy. The working class is also party to this madness and here's reminding them that each time you spend 7000 rupees one a single attire you could have made seven of the same had you used your consumer discretion and not risen the demand for a fabric that is not even acceptable at a formal do.

Inspiration

Dawn showers
There is something magical about a moment you share with only yourself. There are no witnesses and the only sound to keep your company is the coming and going of night time traffic and your own breathing. I woke up to the sound of running water at 4.45 this morning. After doing the mundane,checking for leaky faucets and such, I looked out my balcony. The only thing visible through the downpour were twinkling lights of a faraway traffic light that was stuck on yellow, like they normally are that late. Something made me step out despite the chill in the air, my lack of warm clothing and yes even my insane fear of making the slightest rustle when the kids are asleep.
I'm glad I threw caution to the wind this time. For the first time in my life I was comfortable with my own company and watching the world showering at the crack of dawn filled me with an inspiration that only a loner can truly understand. Yes there are those of us that are essentially supposed to be alone yet we insist on seeking company. But that's a story for another time. So greetings if you are reading this and stay aboard if you have ever felt like you do not belong anywhere but within your own head. Over and Out!