A different kind of SPOTLIGHT

So the 20^th of May 2012 saw the end of NIFT Mumbai as a student for me. A much appreciated show. When your friends, faculty members, juniors and co coordinators come up to your parents and talk to them, I’m sure I did something right. Not only did I walk for my friends (Alisha, Shamita, Rujuta, and Mayuri) but I finally walked the ramp as a designer for my own collection – AAMI SIMPRE NOBIN. Although it will forever be remembered as FUGA PARA MUGA all thanks to that little dove Alisha, I was immensely overjoyed by the response and the compliments. The final walk was a walk that I will remember. I couldn’t believe that this was it. This was the end of the 4 years of fashion design in NIFT, Mumbai. This would be probably the last time I would be around all the 33 madcaps of my class.

 

 

  

A big big big thank you to my supportive papa and my beautiful ma, to my annoying adorable sisters Nirikshya and Nimisha, even though they didn’t know what I was doing or where those clothes came from, their gleaming faces make me the happiest in the world. To the wonderful pixies and angels I call my friends; some of whom are here and some who will always be in my heart even though they are geographically elsewhere. To the models who were so accommodating and who walked in those towering shoes.

 

Taking the Ghar outta Kharghar

Five years ago, whenever we passed Kharghar and saw the Beaming NIFT sign outside the college from the highway I promised papa, "SOMEDAY". And so I did. It's been a journey since 2008. It's been more of a resurrection and building the fort of success and satisfaction on the way. I personally had a whole lot of goals to reach and in these four years I more or less have. I have reached 6000 pictures on Facebook. 

I have loved and been loved.

I have learnt and made people regret

I have learnt not to hate

But to shine through it all.

I have nestled my ego

In a blanket of openness.

Openness to learn and accept

Openness to care and get hurt

But I have shone with my Armour

Armour of will

To make my angels proud

Proud of what I have made of myself.

I have shifted 4 houses in four years and I have memories of unpacking and Packing and shifting. Each house has innumerable memories. Of course, both good and bad. And now that I finally pack my bags to leave for a different phase I wonder, will I really miss it?

From birthdays to shoots, to get togethers to girls' night outs to surprises to cook ins to new years.. We have celebrated everything together.