Sunday, March 21, 2010

Style Check...!

Hi…! Wats up..!

Nothing particular to write about today but just felt the urge to write something…! :P

I was sittin idle the other day in office wen one of my colleagues walked upto me and said ‘… Main… SAMAY hun..”….. :D His voice resounded in my ears and I broke into laughter…! The way he said was hilarious, as if he was the one who narrated the Mahabharat….! :D … the guy is a real mimick..! he can mock anyone with their exact idiosyncrasies…! He has his own uncanny style though…!

Speaking of style…. I really cant understand what these glitterati and glamorous people define it to be… “Style is something u carry and feel comfortable in…” …. ‘Style is being you…” … “Style is not wat u wear but the attitude….” … “style is being comfortable in wat ever u wear where ever u are…”…. Blah blah blah….!

With these definitions ‘style’ surely seems to be a figment of imagination…! “dimag ka fitur”…. :D
I feel style is wat makes you look good, bad or ugly…. Style is a premonition, a set of defined structure in terms of clothes and looks that varies as the place and situation changes… they are protocols that one has to adhere to so as to fit in the crowd…. Its like .. jaisa des vaisa bhes…! Style is no where close to being yourself… or even carrying urself in wat ever u wear and are… you are clearly not accepted if you land up being a completely different person to reckon with in the group…!

The other day, we had to wear formals to office… some random gora was coming into our premises and we being analysts serving the on-shore bankers (KPO that we are in, we hardly get to be bankers ourselves) had to dress in full sleeves and ties and stuff..! now the Team leader had put in a mail to us thrice during the previous day… and the usual ignorant me at work, I overlooked the mail thinking it was some arbit gyaanbaazi from the TL which would only be a waste of time to read…! So I proudly saved my time and deleted the mails…! Besides I had enough work to bother about than mails from TEAM LEADER…. (team leaders are nothing but third year analysts who have, for some reason I do not know, not been able to make it to the front end in the last three years that they are in KPO.. and to respect their seniority and ease the VP, the biggest duh in here, of his burden, have been assigned with some administrative jobs like approving requests from and leaves of and managing a bunch of unrecognized talents like me… :P)

So the next day, unaware of the situation that it was, I landed in a jhatak orange, red, yellow, checkered half sleeved shirt over a brown trouser with unpolished absolutely lame god forsaken Bata shoes….. shabby and clumsy hair style with a maroon specs to add to the disgrace….the watch in my hand was a black rubber strap Bikers collection Fast Track (sasta maal from Titan)… in all… I was lookin like a complete Bozo…!

Now the problem that had happened was that two days before this was that I had lost my ID card.. and since a new card would cost a penalty of 300/-… I avoided getting one and decided to call upon colleagues every day at the gate to get me a visitor card…. U c I had resigned by then and was least interested in any further loyalty…! ;P So wen this girl landed to get me a visitor card (after much persuasion).. she stood awestruck at my ‘hoolia’ and asked me.. ‘didn’t u have ne better formals to wear’….! I was a bit surprised too to see her unusually in a formal code…! But I never bothered to think deep as to what was goin on..!

The minute I entered the premise I saw people wearing ties (quite an unusual site in a KPO).. I thought may be they had some of their events or stuff..! as I proceeded further.. I saw eyes starring at what I was wearing…! I was a bit taken aback but then they were not people from my department so it did not really bother me much…!

But the minute I entered my department (secluded place that we sit in.. we feel proud that we can identify ourselves from the rest of the KPO.. we’re TO BE investment bankers after all…) I saw everyone around in pure formals….! I was shocked…! I suddenly realized I was up for a mess as there was a dress code for the day and I had not followed it…! I inquired and realized that the mails that I had proudly deleted were an intimation to wear formals today….! Now this firang was supposed to be there anytime between 1:00 to 1:30 in the afternoon..! I had reached office at 12:45… so to save my grace and save the department from disgrace… I ran into the canteen to stay there until 1:30. Visitors card that I had, I also had a defense with me…! :P

Incidentally… this firang seemed to have been deeply influenced by the Indian culture very early.. he was half an hour late…! I got this news at 1:30 wen I went back to check if he had gone…. So I headed back to the canteen…! This time I saw him proceeding towards the department…! So was assured that within next half hour he will take a ‘culti’ from there…>!

All in all… I wasted my two hours of precious work (half an hour extra coz that’s the time my PC and I take to boot and settle down respectively)… but that’s wen I realized that all these definitions to style , as given by our superstars, are all misleading, misguiding, career threatening, jaanleva, and above all FALSE NOTIONS…! Yeh sab superstars are ‘doba salla’ only….!

I mean had I stayed there and flaunted what I wore and then argued that “boss… yeh style hai.. I am comfortable in what I wear and am being myself”.. toh toh band baj gaya hota ….I would have been fired before even serving the notice period..! it would have been helpful though but before that I would have been humiliated, insulted, smeared and sulked upon so ruthlessly that I would have begged not to be fired… probably I would have bought a set of formals then n there and gone to back to show that ‘I can and I will make a difference’ in formals…! :D

Moral of the story….. Don’t take superstars for granted…!!

Main…. SAMAY hun…! ;D

1 comment:

  1. too good a day man
    waiting for more
    luckily mere unpolished Bata shoes ko dekhkar mere srs kuch nahi kehte :P

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