My new obsession (passion)

Okay, hear me out, for the longest time I did not care at all what I was wearing. I had absolutely 0 interest in fashion. Zilch.

I vividly remember the various phases I had in my life, from wearing absolutely anything my mother would pick for me, which would often be terrible, terrible clothes, haha, to buying 100 rupee cheap garbage clothes from the roadside vendors at Cannaught Place (Delhi), to going crazy and wearing only black for two years. Just black. I mean it.

When I was in tenth or eleventh, I just removed all the clothes I had, and bought multiple units of the same SKU from Amazon, and I used to cycle between them every week. These clothes were also picked by my mother and were absolutely shit, oversized (as Indian parents often pick).

I never saw the appeal in fashion, I used to find it “ameer logon ke chochle” types stuff, and frankly, I looked so damn hideous that even the prettiest clothes would give up.

But now, goddamn, I’m obsessed.

I’ve spent more time on Myntra & Meesho than I have on fucking YouTube, and that’s crazy for me. I went to Sarojni Nagar for the first time in my life, I went to Palika, now I’m planning to go to Sadar, Gaffar, Kamla, etc, to join in the trend of fast fashion.

I’m dazzled by the colors dude, and sometimes the prices are so damn cheap.

If I had enough money, I’d probably spend all day in expensive fashion showrooms to be honest, but sadly, I have to resort to my self-allotted limit of a maximum 150-250 bucks per unit of clothing (unbranded) and 250-500 bucks (branded).

Although I really, really do not like this discrimination. Women’s clothes are so damn vibrant, so damn beautiful, why can’t the clothes for men also be this dazzling & glamorous, I fail to understand + women’s clothes are so damn cheap when compared to clothes for men, it’s just straight up nonsense.

Decent cargos for men cost upwards of 600 bucks, and oh, that reminds me, I heard this term for the first time in my life. So many terms actually.

Cargos, denims, turtleneck, joggers, it’s crazy dude.

Continuing what I was saying, cargos for men start from 600 bucks, while for women, at Sarojni, they cost literally pennies, like what the fuck.

But oh well, obsession has sprouted into a new passion for me, and honestly, it’s about damn time.

I think the way I looked, the clothes I wore, all of that was my biggest insecurity. I never went to any events, be it at an IIT, be it whatever, I was always ashamed of how I looked. I had a terrible self esteem, and sense of worth. I was always an embarrassment because I looked terrible, so that’s why I had to now resort to making myself more presentable. I had to learn it, I wasn’t fortunate enough to have an older sibling, or anyone to help me with it.

I even had to cut my hair, which I had been growing for about a year, whom I loved dearly, dearly, and dearly, to fit in. To “fit in” with the “posh” crowd.