I am still learning or am I?

Though it is strange how many things in my wardrobe did not change. Like the colour pink… it was the new black then and I thanked my stars for liking it. And how can I forget the pair of jeans I wore… well some called it old fashion because it did not show my ass cheeks and some called it just too tight because it did not look like I had taken a pair double my waist and had forgotten to buy the belt… so it might fall off any minute. For me it was just right. It still is no matter how much my ex-boyfriend cribbed about it with fashion designer Varun Bahl. Ok if you are beginning to think that NIFT was all about me worrying about my clothes and not studying… then you are absolutely right. I mean there were hardly any subjects to study there. I first had to get a hang of the warp and weft yarns of the fabrics, then know the count of the yarn and simply differentiate between chiffon and georgette. It took me 6 months to master the art of doing that last task. This was just one subject called textile science. I had a subject called illustration… and more that the sketches we drew I remember our teacher. He almost had no hair on his head and loads of dandruff. Wonder how no hair dandruff comes!!! Well, I also can’t forget the way he used to ask, ‘why are the boys missing from the class?’ So for a long time we girl were under the presumption that he is Gay. But later we found out that he is happy and married. Wonder whether Karan Johar would vouch for the statement!
Apart from all this fun I and my batch had really worked hard in many areas. Like when we had to make a shirt. I made a shirt for my dad. Well that is a part of your course, so that you know the technique of making a garment. The only thing I did not do in the shirt was put buttons. No my dad is not like Salman Khan, but I just thought that the tailor would be able to earn a little money by putting button on the shirt I made. Dad still has the shirt and it still looks quite wearable. We also did very serious stuff like cheated under the nose of one of our professors, who almost dozed off in the middle of the exam. So much for cheating… it wasn’t fun cheating so easily. And my hair gelled friend said, ‘I haven’t faced a tougher exam than this.’ No wonder he had to ask his brother to ask the airline to hire him! So for me NIFT was the special zoo that not only made me scribble some notes here and there in my diary, but also make me fashion educated. Just to say that I came out of NIFT as a fashion illiterate with a degree.
Not to be continued from here on… my NIFT days are over and so should be the cribbing. Today is Gudda’s birthday and I am going to wish him all the best. I am talking about fashion designer Rohit Bal. I don’t know how old he turns today and what he intends to do for his birthday. But if I am a part of his party, you will know exactly what he did and what the others did. The washing of fashion will begin now. Whether it will be good or bad… I leave it to the fashion czars. Amen.