Malvika's Ramblings

NIFT Spectrum 2008

I modelled again this year. It wasn't bad at all. Got lots of compliments, but deep down inside I didn't feel beautiful at all. It was just costume drama. They had this collection with weird characters like Dracula and shit. I was Bellatrix Lestrange.

Ran into one guy whose work I really liked. Beautiful design. A beige dress with small cloth roses twisted and sewn all over the shoulder and bust area of the dress.
Another dress that I really liked was an avant-garde orange one with a very very interesting silhouette. It had uneven puffed hemlines and cloth that swooshed down stiffly from the shoulders to just above the knees. Think of an A-shaped electric orange dress with an uneven puffed hemline. It seemed to be puffed with foam rolled in at the ends. It was nothing like ordinary clothes but I could really wear that and walk around. It's so much fun mixing whims and fancies with perfectly ordinary life. There is simply no reason one should have to blend in or wear what others wear. Simply none.

Photo by ROCKY (Naveesh)

Yesterday I dropped in at the dance night at NIFT where the annual college fest called Spectrum is going on. Haven't been to college in so long. Been working at a design studio. But went yesterday. Dhruv, my friend came as well with his law school friends. He could not jump into the ecstatic and frantic crowd at all. Everyone was dancing wildly like they dance in Indian weddings - few dance moves, just shaking yourself as much as you can, limbs and pelvis and shoulders. I joined in for a bit with Corina, my German flatmate who found that it was not a dance affair where people were really interested in hooking up or lounging by the side chilling and soaking in ambience. Nothing about dance partners except for a few mushy souls. She enjoyed it. Her German friend stood on the dance floor with her handbag, elbows close to herself and felt like she could not share her amazement and bewilderment with anyone because everyone else was part of the madness. Her French boyfriend was cute though and was dancing with her and making her feel at home. An Indian guy, who didn't belong to our college, was asking me where I belonged to and said that he belonged to some place close by.
There were no third year and fourth year students. They have been there, done that and everyone prefers to go to nice clubs. Only the college fest organisers and kids were dancing and their enthusiasm and happiness was contagious

And the best part of life - I am cycling around. Knocking my cycle into shape; not too happy with it yet; getting decent brakes put. Yet to use the most beautiful accessory I have ever received, an ankle ring to hold jeans together and keep it away from cycle grease.