Share with Care.

Random thoughts: 

Why do we post in social media? Why do we put our private selves out there in the public domain? Why should people be interested in how we look? or where we are? or what class of airline we flew in? or which fancy restaurant we’re dining in? or who we met? Or how we feel about our kids? And our selfies??? More importantly, why do we simply assume that people would be interested at all (other than the 5 out of a list of 5462 FB friends)? The answer could probably lie in man’s need for attention and a constant hunger for appreciation (even if means a mere tap on someone’s virtual keyboard) … it may also stem from that elusive, yet much sought after acknowledgement from ‘others’ as a barometer of our self worth. In truth, I often feel, that for many, their social media avatar thrives (mostly) to either address a latent sense of insecurity or to celebrate (though not always), an active sense of false euphoria. 
The basic truth however remains that it is we ourselves who create our own worth. 

There is however, something noteworthy about social media, and perhaps its primary saving grace: that in it’s frenzy is found it’s solitary and almost magical ability, described in 5 alphabets : SHARE. If you focus on this word in its true essence, you may realise the power you actually yield. Revisit the old adage ‘sharing is caring’, and now think again about what you post and its possible impact on the ones who care to read it. If you think deeper, and choose to venture out into the same gigabyte world now, albeit armed with a newfound degree of awareness, the sheer honesty behind your posts is bound to permeate someone somewhere, and, if more of us did more of this with more sensitivity, more and more people would get a chance of gaining more from the positivity (and wisdom) that we all possess in varied doses…. MORE being the magic word here.

As individuals, it is now almost a responsibility for us to use technology for what it was really created for i.e to facilitate ease for man, and in this case, to also use it to reach a larger audience and try and make a real difference… to unknowingly open doors that we may not know even existed… to connect, in a deeper way, with other fellow humans (and not machines), for it will be in this osmosis of human thoughts and emotions that lives will be touched and indeed enriched… strangers will be magically connected and stubborn boundaries, both physical and mental will collapse.

Therefore, Share with Care… and do it more! Value yourself and trust the ability you possess to make a difference. It may surprisingly end up warming the cockles of several hearts … including yours ūüėäūüôŹūüŹľ

Amen.

#sharewithcare #more

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Vayu

 

 

A few days back, an over-estimation of my driving time for a meeting and the resultant spare time at hand, bestowed upon me a princely 30 minutes of bliss amidst a beautiful space called VAYU, albeit, housed within another exalted one: Bikaner House.

Post India‚Äôs independence and the subsequent disposal of the Indian royal era, Bikaner House lost its noble residents and instead was bequeathed with¬†government offices and alas, even a bus depot.¬†It suffered its unfortunate fate until Vasundhara Raje, the artistically inclined first woman chief minister of Rajasthan petitioned the courts to move such agencies elsewhere. Furthermore, my dear friend,¬†Malvika ‚ÄėMala‚Äô¬†Singh (publisher of the legendary Seminar magazine), decided to get involved in putting together the¬†‚Äė new’ Bikaner House, now considered¬†Delhi‚Äôs ‚Äėit’ place for interesting experiences… be it Art, Fashion, Cuisine or just about any discipline which exudes a degree of pedigree.¬†Priya Pall, who is the curatorial Director there ensures that quality is maintained over quantity and I am confident that this incredible bunch of women will continue to positively redefine Delhi‚Äôs style quotient to its maximum.

Coming back to VAYU… there’s a fair amount of reading that you can do on it because its had its paeans sung quite impressively across print and pixels…. the coveted New York Times & edgy blogs such as the Brown paper Bag will tell you all and more, so what can I add to a space which has already been accepted and appreciated?

To me, what matters most is the energy of a space‚Ķ and the love and detail that has been put in to ensure that the energy never stagnates. Between owners Vivek Sahni and Dave Chang, an inherent sense of style and evolved aesthetics is almost a given, yet what this quaint shop has working in its favour (besides the environs) is the fact that its not quite a shop at all. Instead, its a leisurely set of rooms, with a warm and chic ‚Äėair‚Äô about it (wish they‚Äôd popped in a cafe though; what I‚Äôd give for that perfect cup of latte!) where one can amble, relax, take in a beautifully curated India and never want to leave. You‚Äôll rarely be jostling for space, or feeling cramped (the high ceilings‚Ķsigh…) because VAYU simply seems to understand the joy of experiential shopping. The attention to detail is admirable as is the team; the manager Jimmy Golmei is a sartorial delight and VAYU amicably, and sophisticatedly, drives home the point that for any space to be special, all things (animate and inanimate) need to come together holistically to define its ethos.

But then again, don’t take my word for it… As always, I’ll let the images speak and as always, I’ll insist that you visit it yourself for self interpretation and perhaps, for that overwhelming sense of gratitude that one often feels when surrounded by good taste.

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The Guilded Memory.

This is a pre-photoshop era picture of my parents when they’d just got married.

Have you ever noticed how we all find our parents looking so elegant in these beautiful old sepia toned images that we so fondly treasure and often, even share online with a proud sigh in the heart… the very same ones where we found our mothers looking elegantly beautiful and our fathers, utterly handsome. That happened primarily because of the unpretentious and very real lives they led in their times …. the smile was warm… the stance was natural….the laughter was from the core… the dressing was unrehearsed….essentially, they simply did not try too hard.

Cut to today! I wonder if this generation’s kids are going to sigh or gasp in the future, when they see their parents photos from this era…. you know, the ones that are buckling under peer pressure (thought that was primarily for teenagers?)… the very same ones who seemed to have discovered that puckering lips towards a certain direction is seductively hot! (Not!!)… the ones who believe in (un)healthy competetion (with their kids)… the ones with a rampant penchant for tummy tuckers, jabs in the face, and (for some of our country-women specifically, who need to believe in their own country’s style quotient a lot more), that LBD which never was really meant for them in the first place or worse, that ‘gown’ which may look ¬†gorgeous on a leggy Gal Gadot but not on our flabby Wonder Women (no offence)

People….embrace true style….be beautiful within and the external will naturally fall into place …. consider making your parents your style icons … and improvise to become one for your own kids.
And yes, the way we’re going, I don’t think our pictures are getting posted anywhere by our kids in the near future… other than perhaps, in a virtual frame with a garland of virtual flowers (with virtually no feelings) when we decide to cross over ūüėá.

Get Real!

Ps* Thoughts triggered on chancing upon my parents photo, shown above.

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Italy

 

I’ve always been biased towards Europe…. the fact that this delicious pie is made up of so many parts, each slice with its own delightful and distinct spirit…the fact that the old and the new coexist within the same geographical boundaries with such ease … the fact that history romances modernity is near perfect proportions… and the reality that one can literally hire a car and drive from one experience to another on the most scenic routes known to man are perhaps amongst the few ingredients that enrich my penchant for Europe. And yet, there is much I have to see there… there is much to be absorbed…much to be shared… and these are the journeys I much look forward to.

Italy! A country I have visited several times and yet, it fascinates me more each and every time. I do however believe, that I still have to take in the true soul of this country… yet, i must admit that it remains one of my most favourite destinations in the world… for within (and besides) the usual suspects i.e. its Architecture, Art, Style and History lie several of its hidden secrets. You need to simply walk in its cobblestoned alleys, manoeuvre its mysterious canals, drive through its usually gratifying countryside and feast on the multitude of all that satisfies one’s senses, (and never in the garb of a tourist.)

Much more to be said and shared when i actually visit Italy next and soak myself in its magic once again, but till then, thought of sharing a few images made in Florence (Firenze) and Milan (Milano).

Have a Pizza today ! Celebrare!!

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The Royal Nomad. 2.

More from the series. Dusky India meets auspicious India. Macchiato meets Vermillion. Exotic meets passion. Rich chocolate meets fiery Red.

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Chapter Open.

I’ve never read a single book in my life (other than my school text books) and yet, I house a significant library, both at my home and in my office. I’ve also published 2 books of my own plus I write my own blog and sometimes, also for leading publications as a guest writer. Never ever have I felt the temptation to read (other than Rumi’s quotes) simply because my world in purely visual, the books in my library are coffee table books full of wonderful images and my own books are also based on photography. What this essentially implies is that I am more than content in my world of visual nirvana where words are merely used to express thoughts connected with strong imagery.  Yet, I have scores of friends who are avid book readers; some almost go weak in their knees when they get their hands on a paperback or hardback they’ve been (im)patiently waiting for; so whilst I’ve never understood the euphoric moments of such beings, I’ve always respected the literary types for their passion and knowledge. Recently however, I almost secretly wished, perhaps for the very first time, that I had the interest of reading in me and what triggered this rare desire was a simple book shop!

Chapter 101, a bookshop located in the New Delhi suburb of Gurgaon (now dismally renamed as Guru Gram) is pure romance!¬†It is owned by my friend, Raju Singh (a fact that i was not aware of when someone suggested that i visit the store), a book-crazy banker and entrepreneur to fulfil his lifelong dream of owning such a bookstore. In their own words: “A den, a private retreat, the charms of a classic understated era‚Ķ Chapter 101 is a bookstore intended to build a quiet literary atmosphere with carefully curated books beyond the bestsellers. It draws on the quiet to create a space where people are encouraged to spend time with the books and browse at leisure – a safe space for revisiting the time-cherished classics and also to find a new favourite among contemporary authors.‚ÄĚ To drive home the point that there is pure passion behind the concept, the store is also managed by Rohan Dahiya, a young author, blogger and visual artist whose love for books drew him to the store.

As always, I find it unfair to give away too much in a blog (the images will speak as much as they can) as it is my belief that spaces created with such love are meant to be experienced to be able to assimilate the romance that they permeate.

Whilst i may still never get down to reading a book, I do see myself visiting C101 several times… to listen to the great background music, to enjoy the (free) coffee (and hopefully some interesting company), and to witness several enlightened individuals select, from the multitude of options available, a place to rest their derri√®re on, to browse through an inspiring and rare collection of published treasures whilst simultaneously experiencing what i am sure would only qualify as induced literary orgasms.

PS* Raju Singh, whose baby this wonderful store is can be spotted in shorts matching his hair in one of the images.

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The Royal Nomad.1.

I consider myself so incredibly privileged to be able to create the kind of grandeur that I can… and India is the sole reason for it. For this beautiful country of mine provides me both, the craftspersons to create and the connoisseur to consume these elaborate and elegant interpretations of my sense of timeless style!

I’ve always believed in opposites when it comes to inspirations year after year… imbibing the crafts and culture from one exotic part of the world and then infusing it with the unrelenting mystique of my own country eventually gives birth to what i call the look of Valaya for that season and to my constant, The Royal Nomad. There is great magic in both, the Royal and the Nomad, and yet, no greater contradiction exists…and it is this difference that i revel and give shape to my dreams in real time.

At present, I am working on my couture collection for the 25th year of JJ VALAYA which happens to be this year; till the drama unfurls in a few months, I thought I’d share these images that I made very recently featuring two of my favourite creative expressions in a singular frame….. My Couture and my Home lines.

Oh Glorious India… I love you so….

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