...FASHION+KIDS and the day jiva doesnt take my call...

18-19-20th

life has been goin at its usual pace some hickups here and dere but da major one was on the 20th one day before the fashion show on aids awareness with garments designed by kids fron rayan international where i had been conducting this workshop...these people had hired this big shot put it all together event manager /wat all guy...PANKAJ...tall claims of launching this and that and chopping up a maruti car to show ppl how power windows work and all that bull...now its da day bfr the show we are waiting to finally see the garments and actually have an idiea tht wats has happened to the kids designs...this ass trots in firstly carrying garments in a frreaking polythene bag...it just so happened that the one garment i fish out of the bag is the finale piece...a 4 tier ball gown with a corsetted upper in three colors...its just sheer crap he's made a bloody ghaghra choli out of it
...aaaaaaaaassssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhoooooooooollllllllllllllllllllleeeeee...
every piece was shit the brief given to him was smthing else and he executed everythin miserably...everything...now its last moment and we hv no clue i want to slit his fucking balls off cause he had the balls to come up and show us such work...we scrap three ensemble's use some last minute ones...that we could come up with...finally we had like 15 garments for the show...ah spoke to "X" just relaxed and calmed my nerves...was prepared for the big 21st...
oh how could i forget mukul and his call, he's drunk and well drunk...wants to send my b'day present...but den wants me to meet him nd divy and join them for their getaway...cute im thinking bout it...now who do i take along...ah one name comes to mind...

the 21st...
ah lights, smoke, curtains, music...the show...this is it...the kids are hyper the models are crazy...its mayhem...and it doesnt help if the make-up artist is a crazy queen...if you knw wat i mean...but no doubt good at her work...one model is crying that i dont like my hair...i see myself shouting at her that its not wat you will like or want my designers my work my make-up so my hair...get it...well the shoe is bout to begin and im in da green room tucking this and stitching that puttings tacks here and dere, one doesnt have his makeup on one cant get her pants on it was mayhem...NERVES ALL NERVES CALL UP "X" his was itself calms me down i am ready heart pounding but ready...well the show begins...its going great its fun...its the first run...and the M.C. screws up announces my name first and den announces the helpers name's ...we have practised my entry in the end...so i run to get it right, den he just announces that he would like to have the make-up queen there as well he comes running from i dont knw where...but still no one trips no one cries nutin mal-functions....Jiva calls i call back he doesnt answer...he's goin to face it tmrw...

second running...far smoother than before everythin in place... the models then the kids then the helpers...then me...we all do our bit walk the ramp thank the audience and have a few laughs..."ALL MEN ARE FILRTS..."oh den comes the back stage gush of friends family nd above all the students we pat our selves on the back for a job well done...pics flowers compliments for the kids from the kids we exchange no...this child shanam request an im-promptu sketch i do that...nibble in on their food...just perfect...
to end a just perfect day we eat out cause no one wants to cook at 10 in da nite...
and yes sunni doesnt eat at all in front of my dad...


...ah back stage is an amazing high its the rush of rushes...