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The story of the sensuous six yards

5 months....as usual a long time.....oodles have happened during this period...I submitted my thesis on 16th December, 2011 (groan! no more hilarious Ph.D. comic scripts now). The new year brought a new surprise...my status was updated from research scholar-------->Assistant Professor....yes yes now I teach undergraduate students....(I know its a shock for you...it was an even bigger shock for me....ME.. A....T-E-A-C-H-E-R)... While starting out work there I realized it was very tough for me to establish myself as one cause I looked no more than a student. Today 4 months into the profession .......4 months of desperate attempts to look like a prof.......I was staring into my wardrobe when my eyes stopped over the pink coloured long cloth.....and I recalled what dadi (paternal grandmother) told me '.....saree is the most sensuous dress in which you can show all and hide all....'. With westernization creeping up all aspects....lifestyle, wardrobe...most of the women of young generation favor wearing a western outfit over traditional Indian wear claiming it is an easy wear and help them on the global platform. I say think again! saree still has its charm. Wearing saree doesnot label you as 'behenji'. This is one dress with which you could manipulate the action and reaction of the opposite sex....pin it up and team it up with a serious look you have all of them starting from the peon to the Director across the table giving you the respect........wear it with a sexy blouse and oops! forget the saree pin...do I need to say more ;-)....you have your man hanging his tongue in lust...and there you have all his attention. Just a common observation......why do all the women going on the international platform wear a saree...because these stunning divas know saree draws just the right amount of respect and make the right amount of style statement.
This blog entry coming from a girl whom you thought believes in the 'Power of Jeans'.......I'd say you never got me right. So all you young girls...give it a thought....including me...maybe next semester I should wear more of sarees.



Oh! and by the way you can start calling me Dr. Aeshna Nigam....yup I have been awarded my doctorate on 16th March 2012.   

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  1. fantastic post for all young gals..;) i must try out in my office..lol. lovd ur saree in the second pic .keep posting :D

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  2. clappity clappity..
    kudos for living by heart, with panache
    ~~

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  3. Grace: Aeshna.. congrats..on submitting and yr new job.... :) how time flies by....:)
    btw wer r u teaching? campus or faculty??

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  4. Nice post, agree with your comment about saris

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