Of Tailor Shops and Boundaries

So, my college has this ridiculous tradition where once you’ve reached the third year, you’re forced to wear ‘formal clothing’ once a month. And obviously, because this is India, our only ‘formal clothing’ is a saree.

Now for those who don’t know what a saree is, it is basically this long cloth wrapped around a woman as elegantly as possible.


Beautiful right? Only, its really annoying to wear one, particularly for girls like me who aren’t used to it. 

There are a wide variety of reasons to why sarees are not my cup of tea. Firstly, they look best on voluptuous nymphs and me having the body of a twelve year old boy, wearing one makes me look like I’m playing dress up. Secondly, for those inexperienced noobs, it is hell to adorn properly. I’d have to wake up at least an hour early just to drape myself in a six metre long cloth. My movements are also very much restricted.

But I am no exception to rules. Hence I had to accept the inevitable and go get measured for a blouse.


This is what we wear under the saree. As far as blouses are concerned, the tighter the better. So most of us prefer to go to the tailor and have one custom stitched.

Now tailors can either be the most disinterested people or the biggest busybodies you get to meet. Regretfully, the delightful lady I met turned out to be of the second kind.

Ayyah…Look at you, all skin and bones- do your parents not feed you anything? Twenty years old my God! You have no breasts! Like a boy! Who will marry you when you look nothing like a woman? And look at your hair! A woman’s beauty lies in the hair- and you have so little of it! Why girls these days want to be like boys, I have no clue. Are you wearing boys’ shoes? Why don’t you have any pretty sandals hmm?”

All the while I had to hold back my spiteful responses because judgmental or not, she was a damn good tailor.

I was held captive in the shop even after she had finished taking my measurements because somehow she’d decided that we had formed a deep emotional connection warranting the sharing of her personal sob-stories.

My elder daughter you see, such a nice girl. She did not have a boyfriend like the naughty city girls. No she was a virtuous girl… but her husband- bad fellow- he is always fighting with her. He’d promised me he’d take care of her…Maybe it is because we did not get them a car as they had asked for before the marriage.. such bloody money hungry people.. My poor girl.. she didn’t do anything to deserve this.. didn’t even have one boy friend..”

And me, being the token awkward girl, couldn’t find a chance to slip away until it had started to get dark outside.

Here in India, even strangers are sometimes seen as part of the family. Sometimes its good. Most times, its annoying. When I choose a shirt, it has to please not only my family but also my neighbours, the milk vendor and that one guy who is always at the bus stop when I’m walking to class.

This is one thing that has remained a constant from the times of Rajas to the modern era. And it might not change any time soon either.

Until then, I suppose I’ll just learn to live off this one blouse I’ve had stitched.


9 thoughts on “Of Tailor Shops and Boundaries

  1. kei says:

    I have to admit that I think sarees are beautiful, and I’ve always wanted one of my own. I have several friends who are Indian who wear them on special occasions, and an American friend whose in-laws bought her 3 sarees for her upcoming traditional Indian wedding. But, as with kimono or other beautiful garments, the saree is also difficult to wear as you said. It’s one thing to wear to a special event, but once a month at college is quite a different story! I hope you will not have to spend too much more time with the busybody tailor, since you will only have the one blouse tailored ^^;

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  2. thecoffeebeanbrain says:

    Hi and thank you for following my blog. I knew I just had to check out yours when I saw that title because I am a proud wearer of the dorky glasses myself. I have been and always will be a proud nerd! 🙂 Love your blog and this post is quite interesting. I live in the Philippines and while we have our own share of several national costumes per region, the saree is something I have always thought of as beautiful. I did not think it was complicated to make or to wear but when you described it i thought it was a lot of work. They look really elegant once put on but agree that for girls who don’t wear skirts or dresses (like me!) a lot it can be quite annoying. And I can almost imagine that tailors’ voice while measuring you for one. We have the same kind of love/hate relationship with them here. 🙂

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