Amidst the surprise heavy showers this morning (which caught me, as well as the auto-guy completely unawares) – managed to peer through the flaps covering the sides, rain slashing all over the place, and as we were going over the Adyar bridge, could hardly see ten feet ahead. We kept tagging behind the auto just in front of us. That’s how bad it was.
Also, as I was coming along Radhakrishnan Salai, managed to gape at the huge Sri Kumaran Stores hoarding, that advertises the “Saree with a Pocket” in it.
A long-legged, stylishly lilac-saree draped fair model stands tall, sporting a beatific grin on her face, slipping a cellphone into a tastefully stitched pocket in her saree. Picture the average Chennaiite (self included) trying to carry off the same effect, and am left gaping. I mean, the saree is something you drape – not shrug yourself into. It will not automatically adjust itself according to your telepathic instructions … nor will you have a personal fashion assistant who will fold the pleats for you, patiently, each time you choose to wear one.
Tried to visualize the whole effect in office, with colleagues, and we ended up giggling. How can anyone be sure that the pocket will stay where it’s supposed to stay – I mean, it’s not an adjustable pocket, is it? And what about people who, don’t, er, fit the specifications of said nimble, beatific-smiling model? Imagine wearing a saree with pocket to work, one day, happily dreaming about slipping keys and the like stylishly into it … only to end up scrabbling around the folds of saree, wondering where it’s vanished.
PS: The Hindu sports news of how to avoid Carbon Monoxide poisoning. Very sad.