When Real People Walked The Ramp


It was the 10th of August around 5:45pm – My student and I were discussing passionately the ancient mariner, his albatross. It was an intense scene with 200 dead sailors with accusatory eyes. Suddenly my phones buzzed making me all smiles. The student was nonplussed wondering what had got into me. The message read, “Would you be my woman of substance?” It was Malvika Mathur of Label Eeshav.

Now I knew I was a woman of substance – my weighing machine groans so every single day – The message certainly piqued my interest. We talked at length in the evening. Malvika was actually serious and her showcase was for a noble cause. Gurgaonmoms were having a charity event to raise money for the Bagiya School. I was still in two minds. I had never done this before and I certainly didn’t want to make a fool of myself on the stage sporting those gorgeous clothes.

Enter Darling_Dotty. She spouted Shahisms and clinched the deal. “Go ahead mom, You got only one life and this is kickass cool”. Hmm_Husband was his usual taciturn solid supporter. With great trepidation, I said yes.

Next step was the Choosing of the dress. Yes, the designer actually let us choose what we wanted to wear and what we were comfortable with <3. Dear Shampa helped me choose the perfect one, after many trials and tribulations. A beautiful silk creation in Gold, Green, Pink, Orange, Yellow, the works!


We bought our tickets for the charity event, dresses were sorted and then came the practice. After relentless brainstorming over WhatsApp, the pulsating music to walk on was finalized.

Now where to walk? Gurgaon pads are matchboxes, how could we build a similar ramp in our humble abodes? Enter the designer who opened her home and her kitchen.

Now, Malvika has a huge pad and a huger heart. She threatened us not to lose weight, she fed and fussed over like a mother hen. Swear to God, I put on good two kilos gorging on her paneer, rajma, and more. We walked, we laughed and we ate!

By now everyone knows the eclectic bunch that walked for Label Eeshav – Wrap some love Amrita – our Ammu, MUAs par excellence (and I thought it was a shortcut for MUAHHHH) Supriti and Oshna – our magicians with colors, Bangla Beauty Shampa – how dextrously she juggled work and walk and the super gorgeous woman with the lens Shailja Narita ( S for Saxy ). Ruchi Scizzors Sawhney took care of the hair.

Now I had the grace of a bull in a china shop. Supriti, Shailja, and Oshna took me under their wings, toiled hard till I was presentable while Malvika must have wondered what on earth made her choose me.

On a Sunday morning, a week before the D-day, all the designers and their team met with the experts, (Anu_PD and Sandi) who chiseled us raw materials – Sharing here a picture taken by Ravina Sodhi.


Finally, it was the D-Day. After sending my bacchi to school to take her exam,  I reported for the makeover at around 7:30 am.

IMG_2050  this to this IMG_3198

indeed magical!

After a couple runs on the ramp at the venue, we were ready! To face the audience, to walk the talk and showcase the fabulous Indianness Unplugged.

To put it in a nutshell, I didn’t goof up, I didn’t stumble or fall or tear up the garment. I may not have set the ramp on fire but the fact that I overcame my fears and put on a confident front was enough for me. I managed to match steps with my superb walk-mates. That was my big high.

Thanq dear ladies, my pals! You have taught me so much. I miss you all. Stay blessed…Keep smiling

Life is all about learning constantly and discovering new facets of you. Till next… Cherishing, reliving memories


Through Shailja’s lens –

Because You Live Once



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