Socially Acceptable Shalwaar Kameez are Made in Syria.
I've learnt something new every day of my life with Rasha-Rida, but this latest had me going whaaaaaaaaat?!
Background:
Began packing for the UAE trip [leaving Wednesday inshaaAllaah] and a few minutes into the packing, the woeful lack of UAE-appropriate clothing [read glamorous, shiny, *new*] left us depressed.
It's understandable, because the only time we shop for clothes is on the Eidayn, or when we go to Makkah/Madinah and splurge on the 10 riyal pyjama shops.
All other articles of clothing in our wardrobes are courtesy
N., who regularly upends suitcases full of criminally expensive, unbearably unwearable stuff on her visits [j/k]
So, we went shopping out of season.
3 outfits each I decreed.
One for formal nights/evenings out ..
mmmmmm we still remember that lovely buffet, twinkling barge lights and the sound of daf from the wedding party across the pool jazaakillaah Mrs. L.
One for the road…bookshops, malls, other excursions into the unknown
One for visits
The formal wear was easy: twin outfits, sumptuous blue denim skirts layered with cream and red trim…the piece de resistance: matching handbags.
Visions of tar melting on the road overrode common sense [who'll wash ice-cream and ink stains off?] and the next thing we found ourselves holding was a simple cotton shift, white with lots of red, green, blue hand-embroidery on the neck and the front, at least we'll
look cool.
The visiting dress was tough…floorlength skirts don't quite cut it with desi relatives [one gets looks like one's sold one's soul to the West
laa howla wa laa quwwata illaa billaah]. Our regular wear looks foreign everywhere except here. R-R have an allergy to all clothes desi [comes from spending a long time with natives who look down upon hindiyeen in their midst, while staying up all night to watch bollywood *barf*]
So, we meandered like lost streams back and forth between mountains of the latest shalwaar kameez, Made in India, with labels to prove it attached at the neck. Me hoping they'd spot something they *had* to buy while they put up a big show of pretending not to look between loud exclamations of ..ewwwwwwww look at that one …
…until Rida spotted them.
They were hanging on separate racks, a little removed from the hindi hoi-polloi. Pastel colours, no trim or zari , just a little anaemic line of embroidered flowers along the front.
The kameez doesn't look like kameez.
The shalwaar doesn't look like shalwaar.
But they wanted it.
And we bought it.
Because, my worldly wise daughters enlightened me, Made in Syria is the only socially acceptable kind of shalwaar-kameez for
hindiyeen to wear.
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