Top: Hundred-rupee top from Vile Parle station. It has buttons down the back.
Pants: Linen funny pants from H20. They are extremely roomy, with deep pockets and an elasticated belt. I bought two of them three years ago, and have wore them thin. But they are essential to my wardrobe, so I’m going to keep one as sample.
Shoes: Coral espadrilles. ASOS.com. Used as home shoes.

We had a cook-out at home (more on that later), so I wanted to wear something comfortable but not my pajamas. Chocolate splatters look good on these pants.

Top: Zara silk tank in dull gold. Bought in recent sale for Rs 999. Another one for the wedding ghagra.
Pants: Mango jeans
Blazer: Dad’s corduroy jacket that is ripped from the inside. Bought in 1975.

Accessories: Pashmina scarf, two-strand gold necklace with lapis drops; burnished gold bangles and the Seiko watch.

Shoes: Clarks. They are round-toed and have a kitten heal. Not my favourite pair, but damned if I don’t run them into the ground.

I had a meeting at work and then a fun dinner with a beloved aunt. This outfit goes great with a dessert wine.

Kurta: Like I mentioned on Twitter, FabIndia suppliers held a Seconds sale and I bought two kurtas there. This was one of them. I fell for the print and colour; the other one is plain white.

Churidaar: There used to be this store in Vashi that had the best stretch churidaars. Not stretch like tights, but cottons ones with a bit of lycra in them. I own turquoise blue, canary yellow (of course!) and bottle green. Since my kurtas tend to be white or ivory, I can throw any churidaar under them and look co-ordinated. This one is bottle green.

Stole: My mother’s coarse woolen, Kutchi shawl with real zari. As it had green in it, it co-ordinated with the rest of the outfit without impinging upon my brain. Thanks!

Shoes: Braided thing chappals that are on their way out. Speaking of which, if you are a shoe size 40, I have a pair of green braided sandals you could wear*.

Accessories: A wooden kada, a silver kada and a brass bangle. I usually throw in bangles intuitively, mixing colours, motifs, materials, textures and thickness. Since last year, stores have been selling such composites. If only I could have monetized on this utterly useless talent. Story of my life.

Bag: I use a backpack for work so that it can carry my dabbas, books, electrical accessories, wireless keyboard, diary and spare kidney without spraining my back. I keep this small sling bag at work, into which I slip in a camera, phone, wallet, pencil and notebook when I head off nearby.

I don’t wear Indian clothes too often, and don’t know why. Maybe because I associate them with religious and formal occasions, achingly long pujas and bad kanda-pohe. My default setting for such occasions is a silk or cotton kurta with three-fourth sleeves, and a churidaar. At engagements and navjotes, I’ll wear a dupatta. That said, I can’t resist chikankari.

*How do I have clothes and shoes that are not my size? Sometimes, I have to seduce a stall-owner before he allows me to take pictures for SaM. Then I buy a few things, feature them and the response wins his trust. Convo me at educatedtatya at gmail for a pic of the sandals.

Top: An asymmetrical racer-back. Skimpy, but forgiving. For the lazy seductress.
Pants: Mango Jeans
Sweater: Rs 200, Fashion street. Kimono sleeves
Shoes: Silver Woodlands which are worse for wear, but I am not letting them go so easily.
Accessories: G-Shock watch.

I don’t make an effort for Saturdays. I have wanted a cardigan, but traditional ones make me look like a sack of melons, when clearly I am a sack of toned lean meat with 8 per cent body fat. The kimono-like cut of this one serves well.

Inner: Rs 100 tank which is tight enough to forgo traditional support wear.
Top: Rs 200, Fashion Street. Really gher-wala top which reminds me of a Gujarati kediyu.
Vest: That FabIndia one.
Pants: Mango jeans that are working for it’s upkeep
Shoes: Bugatti black flats.
Accessories: Five rusty gold bangles, G-Shock watch

This outfit makes me feel like a Hungarian/Turkish performing monkey. Like I should hold cymbals and sit on the shoulders of a man who has an accordion. Why am I thinking of this? Is there a popular culture reference?

For instance, you should live at Balmoral estate just for the pleasure of watching mythical humanoid- animals romp around the compound. Judging from the sign in the right-hand corner, UK has made some heavy investments in Pune.

In this complex, the surfaces are always dustless, home-makers make dinner wearing gowns and elevator music fills the air.

Unlike it’s crass neighbour, Pune hires wholesomeness. Milind Gunaji is their poster boy. Instead of leggy, pouty, east European models, narayan-peth and nath wearing homely beauties sell you cars and atta. Still, I can’t equate Sharman Joshi with sophistication and elegance, even if he does have a Greek column.

Are you cheerfully ready? Prompt and willing? Are liveliness and briskness your middle names? This is the address for you.

Wanna do something naughty on date night? Hook up with them.

Some places recommend fiscal imprudence.

Others hint disturbing intimacy.

And liveliness.

Here’s a building called Pride Purple.

There was even one that sold a 2BHK in the crotch of an armored angel, but I missed taking a picture of it.

Which brings us to the question, what would you name a housing complex?

Tushar: I’ve waited 9 years for you to ask me this question. Anthony wadi.

Tunic: Bershka, from Apparel for Rs 650. It is now also available at For Ever (Hill Road, Bandra) for 500 bucks or less.

Tights: Dark Blue.

Shoes: Clarks.

Accessories: Seiko Watch
I love this tunic, but wear only in winter because I can’t see it over jeans. However, the stockings got a run in them and by the end of the day, I had a spider web on my knee. Furthermore, the shoes really cornered an ingrown nail, who took it out on my toe. AND then I had to go chase a story, on a bike, cementing a long-held belief that the universe is not kind to those who wear heels. It could just be me.

Tee: Striped tee from Cotton World
Pants: Gap jeans
Shoes: Vintage revived Adidas from Myntra.com. Prompt service and I got them on sale. A pair of blue suede Adidas served me through five years of college, but in the following years, running shoes either became thick-soled pogo-sticks or sleek enough to give you Lotus feet. However, these shoes are so true to the original that the tongue is un-cushioned and cuts into the foot, even through socks. Guys, cheat a little.

Accessories: Bloom broach from Chemistry; Yellow Pashmina; G-Shock Watch.

When I need to feel cute, I blow-dry my fringe straight, wear my hair up and put on a striped tee. It works so well, I’m tempted to get rid of most of my wardrobe at the next garage sale and keep only the silk tanks and my striped tees. They go with everything without looking bland and I don’t have to think about what to wear every morning. And I *do* feel like wearing them every day, so it’s not deprivation at all.

This outfit was built around those shoes, and the co-ordination with the scarf was just a happy co-incidence because I own so much yellow.

“A new bike. There’s one coming out in March.”

“What do you want for your birthday that costs 2000 bucks?”

“For 2000 bucks, I’ll talk to you for 15 minutes.”

Top: Mul top from The Shop
Pants: Gap Jeans
Shoes: Male chappals
Accessories: Casio G-Shock. I have given up wearing earrings since my hair now covers my ears.

So I like mul, Chinese shirts and the colour green; hence the top. You know what has been liberating? Owning only two pairs of jeans. I alternate them every week, and since the Zara one is such a good fit, it feels like real paisa-vasool.