Fashion that defines you!

A new trend strikes the markets and overtakes the existing fashion! The next thing we know is everyone flaunting the new style. The dearest fashion gets lost amid the new found love, all of a sudden. Its what we all do. We all forget our real selves in the race of becoming the best. In order to fit in the society we tend to suppress our own style.

In simple terms, I have my own set of thoughts that come from my own experiences and my own emotions. These ultimately become my personality which definitely is not borrowed from anyone else in the world. In order to tell people who I really am, I need to show my personality which is perfect in its own imperfections. It speaks itself in the choices and decisions I make and that’s what makes it my style!

Modernisation is believable and good, but that should not mean losing the old self. Embracing the new with keeping the touch of individual old is what makes it real. The extremes are never enriching; its the coming together of the two that makes things original. 

In the choice of books you read, the clothes you wear, or maybe the house you live in and even the cup you drink coffee in, is embodiment of your thinking. The more you have experienced and felt, the better your style would be! Every fashion you adore should mean comfort to you. So make it real! Your choice might match other’s but the way you carry it is definitely going to be your own. 

Oh! This somewhere reminds me of the poem ‘The Unknown Citizen’ by W.H Auden. 

I would love to share its lines here:

He was found by the Bureau of Statistics to be

One against whom there was no official complaint,

And all the reports on his conduct agree

That, in the modern sense of an old-fashioned word, he was a saint,

For in everything he did he served the Greater Community.

Except for the War till the day he retired

He worked in a factory and never got fired,

But satisfied his employers, Fudge Motors Inc.

Yet he wasn’t a scab or odd in his views,

For his Union reports that he paid his dues,

(Our report on his Union shows it was sound)

And our Social Psychology workers found

That he was popular with his mates and liked a drink.

The Press are convinced that he bought a paper every day

And that his reactions to advertisements were normal in every way.

Policies taken out in his name prove that he was fully insured,

And his Health-card shows he was once in hospital but left it cured.

Both Producers Research and High-Grade Living declare

He was fully sensible to the advantages of the Instalment Plan

And had everything necessary to the Modern Man,

A phonograph, a radio, a car and a frigidaire.

Our researchers into Public Opinion are content 

That he held the proper opinions for the time of year;

When there was peace, he was for peace: when there was war, he went.

He was married and added five children to the population,

Which our Eugenist says was the right number for a parent of his generation.

And our teachers report that he never interfered with their education.

Was he free? Was he happy? The question is absurd:

Had anything been wrong, we should certainly have heard.

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A letter to 2017…

Hello 2017! 
I am coming with positive thoughts and will trample hard on every negative vibe you give me. I am going to make you bright no matter how many times you try to switch it off. I will never give myself a chance to feel the rush of tears until it has come from a very happy heart! Remember, you are dealing with a much stronger and a happier person who doesn’t let herself down! This year, I am going to do something big which you have not seen so far, so watch out for it! Be careful when you unveil your days because you are going to meet a person who will live each day in your calendar. All the dark shades that I wore in 2016 are going to be coloured better this year, so do not even try showing me that ugly look of yours! I promise you that I will live the life and be the person I ought to be. I promise to make you blissful and not leave a scar on you for I ll smile throughout. I must tell you that, it will be you who will be teary-eyed to leave me when its your time to bid goodbye because you will never have seen a person so beautiful as me! 

(Because each one of us writes this to 2017)