Sarees galore!

So,here is the much-awaited post,people! The coming few months will be busy. And not being shortlisted for the first company coming down to campus has allowed me a breather of sorts. Besides,Reliane 3G rocks! As a result,here it is,the post I had promised almost a month back.
                                                                                         Disclaimers first.

• I have not been able to style the sarees perfectly,fashion-wise,thanks to the rain,the walking involved(yes,no matter what one wears,pujo is synonymous to walking for miles and miles)and of course the rain that played a complete spoilsport this year.
• The people I generally go out with,specially during pujo are not shutterbug happy amateurs. They detest taking pictures,specially while pandal-hopping,more so if the pictures happen to be of my clothes and accessories instead of the pandals and idols. So,I couldn't really draft outfit posts out of them.
• My digital camera died almost two years ago and since then,I have been too broke to fix it or buy a new one. Instagram helps but it can make a picture beautiful only if it's originally half-decent.
• I'm an awkward poser,specially after I have walked for at least forty minutes and my sweat is doing a very up close and personal tango with the dust on my face.
• I'm too poor to buy sarees I visualise. Roaming around shady alleys in north Kolkata looking for places that sell wholesale fabric can only take one this far.

                                                                                               All said and done,this time of the year is one of the most emotional times for me and these pictures,good or bad,are a part of who I'm. They have personal value and therefore,will always be special to me.

'Nuff said. Enjoy the pictures.

Saree-gifted,blouse-borrowed from mom,sling-B.K.Market,jhumkas,ring and cuff-New Market,silver kolhapuri(not visible in the picture)-Shreeram Arcade

Saree-Handloom House,lace blouse-Howrah Bridge,jhumkas and ring-New Market,batua-vintage,silver kolhapuri(not visible in the picture)-Shreeram Arcade

Saree-New Market,brocade blouse-Howrah Bridge,neckpiece and ring-custom-made by local jewellery store,bindi-roadside shop near Lindsay Street,golden kolhapuri(not visible in the picture)-Shreeram Arcade 

Picture Credits-Anu,Moumita and baba

And there is finally a nip in the air! I'm loving it! Looks like my favourite Winter will be here in no time! Even though I will have a lot up my sleeves this Winter,I'm never too busy to layer  and pose every once in a while. Meanwhile,you people stay happy,eat healthy and most importantly,keep it stylish. Till the next post,
                                                                                                                                                            love,
                                                                                                                                                         Soumi

Pastel love with neon pop

Floral pants,shirt,lace booties,sling-B.K.Market,ring-gifted,cuff-New Market

Picture Credits-Anu

Sorry for the unexplained absence on the blog-o-sphere. I'm still busy mourning Durga Pujo-the biggest and grandest festival ever,at least for us Bongs. The posts with all my saree pictures(even though they are not really perfect fashionwise,thanks to the incessant rains and the look my mom tends to give me whenever I try to experiment with traditional wear)are rotting in others' cameras. I'm planning to drive them crazy until they mail me all the pictures(cons of not owning a DSLR) and then I'll be back with an elaborate post,to hell with placement interviews and all.
                                         Meanwhile,this was the b'day party of a friend I had attended roughly a week before Pujo. If you remember my plans to wear my one and only pair of floral pants to death,you shouldn't really be surprised. Even though I'm still very much the neon bitch,I'm occasionally quite liking soft pastels. That explains the oh-so-romantic shirt(nothing like heart prints to mend a broken heart)with the very 'in' dressy collars. Yes,people. In case you haven't noticed yet,details of every possible kind are on the collars this season. The lace booties are a new addition to my shoes closet too(RIP,old yellow brogues *Tears and sobs*). And last but not the least,the ring is a gift from Mumbai I'm so in love with! I've practically been wearing it every other day since it came into my possession.
                                                                                        The news of the broken heart is out everywhere but this is one of the rarest of times when a breakup has been this pleasant-giving way to faded yet clear memories,distant enough to bring normalcy back to my life and dear enough to make me smile every once in a while. Guess I'm growing up after all. And the fact that we have been mature enough to remain friends has helped too. To be honest,I quite like myself being single-rid of the burden of trust,love and expectations to carry,free to live in the moment like I almost always have,loving visuals instead of the persons attached with them or maybe both. And a very,very special and dear friend tells me that our heart is expandable. So,no matter how many people come,anchor inside and leave their remnants there, we are never stripped off our capability to fall in love,again and again.

I wandered the streets all night,
if only I knew
all I'd have to look for
is a piece of paper
with two magic words written on it-
LET GO...

Four Seasons Wines Curtain Raiser- dinner with Abhay Kewadkar

Seven cities and ninety restaurants over three weeks. Does sound like madness,right? That's exactly what Four Seasons planned to do with their new plan. Quite an ambitious project,goes without saying.But we didn't really have a very clear idea about the grandiose of the project until we reached The Park on the D day. Saffron was the chosen venue for the dinner with Abhay Kewadkar,famously known as the father of Indian Wine who also happens to be the director of Four Seasons Wines.

                                                              Food and Wine, as we all know, go hand in hand but in stead of the usual "you can't have wine without food", Abhay chooses to believe that one can't(shouldn't?)have food without wine, as he told us before dinner. And he has decided to dedicate his life towards the awareness of the fact that Indian Wine is really at par with its European counterparts. India, as a country might have started out late but it's up there. Four Seasons is a living example of this. Launched four years back, it's already the second most popular wine in India and a growing favourite with the wine drinkers abroad too.

                  If wine is there, can the "what food to pair with what wine" debate be far behind? The diners muttered their bits and pieces of wine knowledge-Sauvignon blanc is sweet and spicy at the same time, Shiraz goes well with spicy cuisine, red wine should be paired with red meat and white wine with white meat and of course, the myth that wine doesn't go well with Indian food. Abhay patiently answered all the queries while we filled ourselves with mouth-watering appetisers like the vegetable kakori kebab, chicken tikka kebab and an out-of-the-world kebab prepared with wait-till-you-hear-it green peas! Free flowing wine and the amazing hospitality of The Park staff made sure we were quite filled(and drunk) before the dinner even arrived. But a super yummy spread comprising naan, corn pulao, tandoori roti, dal makhni, chicken and mutton gravies, dum aloo stuffed with paneer,paneer with vegetables in a coriander gravy, crisp vegetable salad, raita,flourless chocolate cake and a lot more is difficult to ignore. As my grandmom used to say,the tummy is always flexible. I found the piece of wisdom to be true that night.The third helping of the flourless cake- warm and gooey with chocolate oozing out of it DID ruin my shirt but it was so worth it!

           Partnered with Poshvine, the events will be on from 28th August to 3rd September, tentatively . Some of the outlets chosen are Spaghetti Kitchen,Benjarong,Kalash-HHI,Tangerine,KK's Fusion,Oberoi,The Wall,D'Sovrani and Charnock City.I sure as hell am going to attend these. Stay tuned for all the details.

                                                                           And,a thought I'd like to leave you all with-did you know that an ordinary European consumes 50 litres of wine per year on an average? You didn't,right? Akshay has reasons to believe that India isn't far behind. Let's prove to the world that we are better than a glass of whiskey or rum with our good ol' chanachur.

 

And now, coming to my outfit, we all know florals have been a rage for a while. I'm not very girlie when it comes to my dressing sense. So,I took my time to adapt to the floral trend. But once I got into the groove,there was no stopping me.

Floral pants,satchel,brogues-B.K.Market,shirt,rings-New Market,bow tie-Howrah Bridge

The evening all our dreams looked real...

We walked by the sea,
hand in hand,
a sudden breeze messed my hair up
and you said something about how beautiful I was.

We walked by the dusty road,
hand in hand,
the cars sped past us honking like the giants they are
but we were too drunk with love to notice.

Would you remember the conversations that came to a sudden halt
the moment our eyes met?
Would you remember my soft drunken ramblings throughout the night?
Would you remember how stupidly we reached out for each other under the tables
only to break into nervous giggles?
Would you remember all these long after I'm buried under the cloak of time as one more broken heart?

Constraints are all we have,you say.
You are probably right.
Our unfinished sand castles by the beach will probably never be finished.
The dreamy laughter in the early hours will probably always be a dream.
But,until the demons wake up with their ugly heads,
I'll always remember the evening full of hopes,
slowly creeping into a surreal night.

Jeggings,peplum,satchel,loafers-B.K.Market,ring and neckpiece-New Market

One more exhibition comes calling for its monsoon leg!

Exhibitions in and around Kolkata are things that we blogging community try not to miss. This time it was the monsoon leg of High Street Via Moda at Shisha. The formal invitation came a tad late even though friend and fellow blogger Uparna had already given me a headstart,thanks to her stall in there. Anu and Shreya offered to accompany me and we were all geared to check out the overpriced collection with not a single penny in our pocket(it might have something to do with the fact that Shreya shopped till she dropped at West Side downstairs).
                        The collection,a little too blingy for my taste,was elaborate and varied though. We browsed through the stalls in a lightening speed - lured by the promise of chaats and aloo tikkis once we were out(which was fulfilled to the hilt). My choice of attire for the evening was a maxi dress worn as a skirt with a black blouse and pink cardigan. The neon green shoes are a new possession and I was close to tears when one stupid lady raped them in the metro and the bow came out in the morning. One pack of Fevikwik took care of the crisis at the moment and I was good to go. Let the pictures do all the talking-

Maxi dress(worn as a skirt),top,cardigan,bag-B.K.Market,ring and neckpiece-New Market,shoes-Simpark Mall

On a different note,life has never been more poignant yet beautiful. Love,in no matter what form,is magical when it happens. It makes you feel more alive,more meaningful and worth living for. And you feel blessed of course. I hate college these days. After such a close interaction with mature working professionals during my internship,gossips in college seem so childish and pointless! I find it difficult to sit through the drab classes and miss the view of rain soaked Rajarhat from my cubicle. But,life must move on. And so will I. Hopefully. Till then,take care and spread the love.

Four Seasons Wine Trail-a trippy tale with a certificate to validate the claims

Four Seasons has always come up with the awesomest events in my entire blogging history. So,no brownie points for guessing how excited I was for their Wine Trail held at The Conclave once I got the invite. I gather quite a few happy(as well as embarrassing) memories every time I let myself loose in the happy haze otherwise known as Four Seasons Wines.
                                                             India, mostly being a brown spirit lovers' country,isn't exactly a wine lover's heaven. If the statistics are to be believed,slowly but steadily all that is changing. Not only an increasing number of Indians are opening up to wine,Indian wines like the ones Four Seasons offers are putting India right next to the European countries famous for their wines. For a bunch of ladies known for their love for everything classy,there is no better way to spend a Saturday evening than talking the vineyard lingo.
      We reached the venue almost an hour late(fashionably so) to see beautiful wine glasses(we were soon to learn that they were all purpose glasses and not wine glasses) lined up on the table-as inviting to us thirty souls as butterflies shimmering behind glass windows. Two AVI s later(where we got to know about what Four Seasons used to be and what it is now),our teacher for the day(our very own P.P.K.Mitter who insists on being called Peter)started with the Powerpoint presentation that was supposed to turn each one of us into a "seasoned wine enthusiast". The discussion started from something as basic as what wine is and moved on to more complicated ones like the types of wines,the factors influencing it,the old wine makers and the new ones,proper ways of storing it and of course how to relish it. A wine is said to have its own life. One needs to feel it,let it breathe and drink it slowly to let the entire feeling sink in. After the presentation,we got down to the real business i.e. wine tasting. We were supposed to taste five wines-two white and three red that day along with a host of appetizers. I myself am more of a white wine person but their shiraz is simply hard to resist. Also,contrary to popular belief,a glass of wine is stronger than a glass of whisky mixed with soda or water. So,that explains the pictures below-

The tipsy tale is about to start

Dreaming away

Drunken smiles

A few more

Promotion call

Happy high

Summed it up

Empty glasses and full spirits

High on High Street...

Just when I've absolutely no money left to shop,two of the most tempting exhibitions in the city had to come calling making sure I'm left like a tiger who has tasted blood and can smell it now but is not allowed to have a feast. Much drama? Wait till you hear it all.
The first one was High Street via Moda at Shisha. Anu's stall was clearly the winner, hands down in the midst of the mostly Marwari(too blingy to suit my taste) collection. Her Candy Quirk was a huge hit-the chashma print and the relatively recent cycle print being the show-sealer. My outfit for the day was comfort personified. I'm generally not a black person but decided to give all black a try for a change and jazz it up with a bit of a golden. The golden kolhapuris weren't my first choice but the rains ensured I stayed away from taking my fancy shoes out. The bow tie is by the designer herself and was added at the last moment to save the look from being bleh. Here are the pictures-

The stall where I could spend hours at a stretch

Black top,pants and satchel-B.K.Market,rings-New Market,golden kolhapuri-Shreeram Arcade,bow tie-Howrah Bridge
Picture courtesy-Moumita Maity

I'll be back with the details of the next exhibition. If it takes longer than expected,my internet connection is the one to blame. And two super cool event alerts coming up your way soon. So,stay hooked and like I always say,keep it stylish. Love.