I wrote this piece was for a Magazine contest that I never participated in:
What can a 22 yr old possibly justify as an autobiography? As I was toying with the idea, I consciously put myself to the task of writing about ME! Its such a pity that I’ve lived with myself all my life, yet have no clear idea about what I am. I believe this is because the Image one has of oneself is mostly multiple layers of ‘what we think we are’, ‘what we wish we were’ and ‘what people thought of us’, right? Anyhow this is an attempt to introduce you to me as I begin the impossible journey of self-discovery!
Now let’s start.
I’m 22 yrs old, female, a fashion grad, professionally an accessories designer and possibly an aspiring fashion journalist! I’ve always enjoyed spontaneity, individuality and subtle rebellion. As a child, I changed my school 4 times, switched 3 cities and learnt that there were two paths I could take when caught off guard – 1. Follow the status quo and blend into the background or 2. Rebel and face the consequences. I guess, the latter always seemed more exhilarating to me even as a child.
I was born on
I was raised appreciating my mum’s whimsical artworks and attending exhibitions, galleries and interacting with my parents’ incredible circle of poets, artists and musicians.
When I rejected the pink blanket my granny got me for my 6th birthday and told her I liked her vintage purple velvet Jaipuri quilt instead, my parents mentally prepared themselves for the nightmare I would grow up to be. My father wanted me to be an architect – his idea of a good blend of his engineering skills and my mum’s creative inclinations. It was too early for me to have an opinion but I’m told that I wanted to be a balloon-seller!
When my family shifted to
But its only when I turned 18 and shifted to
The four years of understanding fashion, travelling in the crazy trains and falling in love with colaba outlined my life in this city.
Before I begin on yet another adventure – a