Once Ms Shobha de very aptly said that Delhi babes are walking, talking Christmas tree. I was really offended to read that, I mean how can a woman write off other women like this?. But man! Was she right or what? Delhi is the city of fashion czars and czarians hailing this place do not look beyond fashion. It’s a city of nouveau riche with special penchant towards flamboyancy. Delhi-ites very willingly step into erratic web of fashion . I fail to understand why follow the blind race totally undermining the basic schooling and hard facts required before donning some clichéd bollywood kinda dresses,and lets not ignore that peculiar obsession towards brands.Infact one pertinent question keeps on haunting me, does brand mould our persona? Or is it our persona that adds an aura to whatever we don? Another query that’s giving me sleepless nights, why cant Delhi-ites take pride in what they are? Why to hide behind an artificial cloak? Dramatic ,over the edge, loud gestures? Delhi babes are nothing but what she described.’a flashy Christmas tree’.What’s with brand obsession?? What’s with plastic smiles? What’s with fake accent?? What’s with that deluded air of attitude ?(mind you, no matter how much you twitch your eyes, rake your brains, you wont find a single possible reason behind those towering attitudes).
I remember a rather bizarre incident. Once I was attending a mourning ceremony, one of my acquaintances was grieving her mother’s sad demise. Poor soul, she could have erased the ever-existent water issue in Delhi by those overflowing tears. Ah! Don’t think I am getting nasty, read with patience and see what I have to share with you. So yea! All of a sudden one of the aunty ji approached her , paid condolence and said” wow beta ji, what a lovely pendent”(gasp! she actually said that). And this grieving lady replied” thanks aunty ji, its Tanishq ,Did u see my earrings? That’s Tanishq too, khalis diamond you see”(horror of horrors!! the mermaid who just few seconds back was swimming in her own tears was suddenly transformed into a beaming diamond endorser).. lame eh?
Hmm.. come to think of it, they are not that bad, come on !we can credit them for continuously challenging our brains( hello! We use only 3%.. okk?) you need just one rendezvous with Delhi babe and your brain will be swarmed by plethora of questions and thus you can give that lame idle brain of yours few teasers. And if you get lucky enough to overhear those over the edge, loud conversations, Man! Trust me, either your day is made( if you have active funny bone in you to appreciate them as comical characters) or your day is ruined( if you are compassionate about their deteriorating brain conditions). Am I talking insane? Well then, let me share one more example with you. Here I was in a party, the host had very painstakingly arranged for a ghazal night. The group of artist was awesome, specially the lead singer. Beautiful ambience, soft music flowing in the air , a total visual and audible deligh.Enters in the weird clan often named as delhi-ites and there goes the entire magical atmosphere straight out of window. The singer bechara, poor soul I swear! He was braying his lungs out trying to touch the highest note possible to impress this clan. But hello? You mad, they are not here to please their eardrums, so kindly just steer clear okk?. I mean come-on ! There are other intensive issues to be discussed, like...
" Hey! Like your dress, Ritu Beri?”
"Wow! Lovely bag, Gucci?”
“ Adorable pendent, Damas?”
Nice ! at least they know how to admire and compliment. Excuse me? If you are thinking on these lines then I am afraid you are so sweet and innocent, real drama follows after these overtly beautified compliments are passed. Once the lady who was graced with compliments turns her back, a new range of expression follows, like...
“ Bah! Gucci my foot ji, pakka Thailand ke fake market ka maal hai ”
“ Thailand? Are you mad? Just have a dekho on her.. wo Thailand kahan jayegi, it’s a direct import from Sarojini Nagar’s Khoka market, a paradise for fake seekers”.
That poor soul( the ghazal singer) kept on screaming” tawajjo chahunga"( need your kind attention pls) but trust me they didn't adhere.they had other important issues to discuss. Come on get a life!
But one thing we do need to appreciate and admire about them ,they are all bubbling with life and know how to have fun at any given opportunity. They have an immense talent to live life their own way. A strange loud attitude I admit ,but they do live life king size. Doesn’t matter how tattered their souls are, how inveterate anomic their heart is, they just master the art of living life king size . There indeed is something magnetic in their character. They are just like David Dhawan’s silly masala flicks..love them , hate them, but just cant resist them….
