Denim's day out- Search for next proper fit begins

Few days back, my mum asked me to go to the market. So I started dressing. I wore my tee and… my denim. Well! Wearing denim wasn’t as easy as I wrote. It was much more difficult. I somehow got in it and gasped some air, like I’ve taken four rounds of my building in blazing heat. So then I realized that those few extra pounds that I put up, is getting bigger for my clothes. And my only proper fit denim is facing difficulty in letting me in. You know, I never find proper fitting denims. I mean very rarely, once in 3-4 yrs. For finding that one denim, I have to experiment with many.


And there’s, one thing that always irritates me while buying it; Out of 10 denims they show, eight are overworked. I mean, some or other denims have funky, glittery (super girly), extra wornout … or I should say cheap designs. I have to keep telling the sales guy that I DON’T WANT DESIGNS, SHOW ME SIMPLE ONE’S ONLY. To which they say “Madam, yehi toh aaj kal ka fashion hai. Sab yahi pehente hai”. As if they know fashion more than me. Anyway, in the end, I either walk out of store or buy that one simple denim that doesn’t fit me. Huh! Why can’t they just understand, people might also like simple denims? I find the same thing even in the branded stores.


Once I went to a mall. It was during end of the sale. From the bunch of denims that were kept, I found one which had many metallic buttons. At one glance, I read the discounted price as 150rs. And I started thinking. Should I take it? I can wear it after removing buttons. But …what if the buttons don’t come out? What if I end up tearing big strip from it while removing buttons? What if it looks like ugly worn out denim after that? And while looking at the buttons I was thinking is this really worth 150rs? Then I asked my friend if I should buy this or not and said 150 isn’t too bad for an experiment. Because, technically, in that pant, I only wanted the denim, the zipper, the thread and the very crucial button. Plus all those things that I wanted were branded. BUT THEN!!! I thankfully saw the price tag again, which actually my friend showed to me. I had missed a zero. It wasn’t obviously written as Rs 0150. That Zero was actually after 150. So the denim which I thought was worth 150(or less, in presence of those buttons, the manpower which would be required in removing them, plus the risk of making it a fiasco) was of Rs 1500. I really thank god that I did not swipe my card for getting that denim thinking it would be 150rs. Else, my parents would have punished me to wear that denim till it gets ripped off. I can never imagine myself in that. It was one of the heaviest denim that I saw while shopping. I was thinking, which kind of weirdo would spend 1500rs for that heavy studded disaster? Maybe, if one of the Ambanis would want to give a hate gift to someone, this would be a better choice.

When I went downstairs, I found many denims that were simple, plane and cool. And they were more costly than that studded denim. By the way, I have noticed that clothes or shoes that have more laces, buckles, metal buttons, rings, different kind of glitters, worn-out patches etc., which make them look cheap(unless they are made in more classy and elegant style) are cheaper than the simple ones. Technically, more work is done to those fancy clothes, than to the simple ones. So, labor cost, fancy material cost etc., summing up should make it costlier than the simple clothes. But unfortunately it’s other way round.

I usually prefer medium or high waist denim. But now a days you only get low waist ones. Somehow I do manage to get medium ones. But you know what? Those always fall down, from medium to low waist. So bad luck here too.


Right now I have many many pants. Few of them are the denims (remember the bad fitting ones?) and others are formals, which too don’t fit me well. The average life span of my every proper fitting denim is four years. I usually get the next proper fit before one goes out of my wardrobe. And I usually wear only one denim throughout that four year period. But this time, that ‘only’ denim, does not fit me at all, because of my enlarged size.


If I go for finding one, there are great chances that I will end up buying something that I won’t wear at all. I hope I get that ‘four year contract denim’ this time. Else, I would have to buy skirts and change my tomboy look.

The good things...
You know, the best thing about denim is, finding money in the pockets of the old ones. That time you feel like you’ve won a gold medal, because you sometimes get it just when you need it. Plus for me it subtracts the need of bag. I carry my phone, money (including lots of coins) tissues, lip balm, hair band, few work related papers and sometimes pen too. And still, you can’t make out, if there’s anything in the pocket. Also, another good thing about denims is….it’s just so comfortable. It’s so you.

Well, I guess, that’s just not my story. I am sure many of you would be having problems with the proper fit denim. And there would be single denim that you wear for years together. Right?

Devil wears Huggies

Hi! This is my first blog. And to start with I would like to…..uhh let’s not be formal; it’s just a goddam blog. Anyways, let’s start again…And to start with, I am writing about my Niece. Right now she is one year old and we already share a love and hate relationship- We love to irritate each other and hate to live peacefully together. Eh! no…I was just kidding. This statement is actually only 90% true ;). My niece only wakes me up early in the morning by crying out loud for no reason. And when I try to go back to sleep, she gets on my bed and pulls my hair really hard, it feels like my hair is stuck in an elevator which is going up from the ground floor. Man! That kid is really powerful. She is a devil. If you’re thinking that I am being mean by calling her a Devil, then your thoughts will change after reading further.




From the time she was born, she wanted someone to lift her up and stand ONLY. Even if we tried to sit, she didn't let us. As if we had machine legs which would never pain. We used to ask each other to lift her up, but nobody could do it for more than a few minutes. At that time I thought if she crawls, we won’t have to do that. So I wanted her to start crawling early. But when she did, there was no stopping for her. She was so fast that we had to run after her; because her main attractions were not toys or anything that kids like. She loved going to the dustbins, brooms, and every such thing. She also used to put all unwanted things in her mouth; she has this habit of eating all dirty things. If we give her anything to eat, she would not eat that, but if the same thing falls on the floor, she would finish it all.




To control her from making mess, I got her a walker, so that we can eat peacefully, without letting her play with our plates or food. At first she sat on that for quite a few minutes, but then she realized that she cannot go anywhere. So from there on, she never liked sitting in that. And when we used to try making her sit in it, she used to cry and struggle herself away from that walker, like how we would try clinging on to the tree branch to avoid falling in to crocodile’s mouth. So, that trick didn’t work either. Seeing the baby walker she used to run away.

When she started walking/running, nothing that was two feet above the ground could be saved. Now she dials emergency numbers from phone, which thankfully never connect. She pinches us and runs away, takes off my mum’s Bindi and runs away, throws all my clothes from my dress box and runs away, takes out comb, pen and I-card from my dad’s pocket and runs away, At night, while my dad’s asleep, she pulls his hair and runs away, while we’re watching TV, she turns it off from the main button and runs away, when we're sleeping, she jumps on us, slaps us or pulls our hair and runs away, pees on my sisters phone, dances on her pee, eats ants, tries to break or bend mums spectacles, drinks just one sip from the tumbler and spills rest of the water everywhere, puts our phones, torches, pens, her milk bottle, my comb, memory card reader, slip-ons etc., inside our front load washing machine, shouts at me and my mum; stares at us like she’s gonna eat us up.




She puts her hand in the doors gap, like it got stuck, and cries till we get it out ( she does know how to take her hand out of the door gap). She does it just to throw tantrums. She always goes into the bathroom, gets herself wet, eats soap and drinks water from the mug. Pulling her out means inviting crying opera at our place. Whenever she notices that the bathroom is open, she sees if the coast is clear and runs towards it to drink eat and get wet,. She goes to the shoe stand and throws all the shoes off the rack, knowing that we would scold her. She usually moves slowly towards the shoe stand, constantly looking at us, starts her job. And when she sees me, she immediately drops the shoe from her hand. She many a times does things intentionally, because she knows that we don’t want her to do all that. Another example of that is putting hand in the dustbin, and getting some or the other trash from that. On top of it, giving it to us, and if don’t take it, she again throws tantrums. She once got the dustbin in the hall, and everyone yelled “arrreeeee bapreeee”. Then we went back to the place where the dustbin was kept. No prize to guess, the trash was all over the place and some of it was on her.



This is only 30% of what she does. Rest could not be explained. And I guess you would now agree with me that she is a Devil. Well, there’s one more thing about her…and me. As I told you that we hate to live peacefully together, meant that it wasn’t just her, but me too. Most of the time she messes with me, in fact all of us, but I too love to irritate her. I have different ways of taking revenge from her - Blocking her ways, holding her for longer time (not allowing her to move), kissing her till she gets irritated, wrapping her with sweater and shawls in boiling summer and not letting anyone remove it, putting a sticker on her back and seeing her struggling to remove it, acting like I’ve kept something in her pockets and making her restlessly search for it, keeping chilled water bottle on her bum, putting a handbag on her shoulder which she isn’t able to take out, and many such things which irritate her like anything. But that’s nothing compared to what she does to us…right? You know, I don’t like playing with her as much I like annoying her. It’s not my fault totally, she is so mischievous, kids usually give innocent looks, but she only gives wicked looks from the time she was born.



The battle between us will continue for…I don’t know how long. Till then, stay tuned for more updates on ‘Me v/s My Devil niece’.