No one truly interesting is universally liked except on his/her birthday. Hi fam, today’s the day I came out of my mum’s-gina just like you did. Needless to say, I feel special. A day wholly devoted to reminiscing, birthdays are like report cards. They tell you when you did yourself proud & when exactly you fucked up. A long time ago I decided, whenever there’ll be a situation I’ll either sleep on it or drink my way through it. Trust me, it works most of the times.
Have you ever felt like talking to your younger self? Telling him/her about the unseeable future. I wish I could tell my 17-year-old self that before falling into love, make sure solitude fits him like a glove. That every person who gives him a candy is not necessarily his friend. That it’s okay if people stare at him, it only makes him special. That it’s okay to have his heart once broken, let go of people who aren’t good to him. That it’s all part of the game, that’s how it works. It’s more important to give a peck on his mother’s cheeks & giving a warm hug to his dad rather than texting “good night baby” text to his partner. Well we can’t go back in time, not yet. But we can patently work on the future.
One more year is added to the series of strange happenings. I’ve definitely become calmer than last year. I care a little, but still I care too much. I have stopped taking their words so seriously, but still I’m learning not to get affected by them. I somehow have survived the tragedies of adulthood & have kept myself grounded as much as possible.
But just when you think you have seen it all, life gives you a new shocking experience. Flipping & mostly tragic moments when you couldn’t imagine that this could happen to you. The self evaluation of my timeline reveals that I live in a generation where expressing your emotions is regarded as uncool. And that night stands are more common than having french fries.
Somehow I’m reaching to feel this weird sense of belongingness with my soul which I couldn’t feel in past few years. Maybe I was too busy doping my mind with things which gave me happiness, temporarily. Or maybe I’ve started respecting myself more than I did before.
Finding contentment in small pleasures, which life gives you as surprises. Just enough courage to deal with another fuckup & face it bravely. Life seems deceptive, everything seems to fall apart but as you grow up, you realise that it’s the darkness in your mind which creates the monsters.
I’ve had enough fancy things on previous birthdays. Two days before, I’m writing this article & my mind is entirely blank on how am I going to celebrate this year?. Anyway first let’s start with today’s outfit.
The old blazer story–
I was an above average kid in my school days. Always up for random competitions & participations.(not sports of course) And so they used to have these royal blue (so called scholar) blazers for 2 or 3 genetically inbred nerdy Eisenstein kids in my class. Honestly I gave zero fucks to this ritual of treating some kids superior to other kids in school. But anyway I was young & dumb (& if it’s hasn’t been established yet, I’m in love with the colour BLUE. All shades of blue, blue this, blue that, blue everything. Don’t believe me? Scroll down to my summer articles.) I went back home, asked my dad to get me a blue blazer (in a sad voice) because the teacher didn’t give me one. And guess what! I had a dapper blue blazer, perfectly stitched, in my wardrobe within the same week. Isn’t he the best dad in the world?
And after that, as I grew bigger he made sure that I’ve enough blue things. Like this jacket from Van Heusen
Does it sound sad if I say that once in while I buy flowers for myself? It doesn’t, right. I’ve been doing this for almost an year now.
It’s not about the tags they put on you, it’s all about knowing who you truly are & what’s your real strength, the purpose of your existence.
Touch your shadow & feel yourself because no one will ever be more committed to your body than you yourself.
Making everything so chic & suave. Giving an edge, the pink trouser’s clearly the star of my birthday outfit. Ankled length, slim fit, exquisitely stitched.
Shirt & Trouser: Blackberrys Menswear
Pink Sunglasses: Coolwinks
Bow Tie- Forever21
Yes! There’re different innovative ways to slay a bow tie. When you feel to clingy, you can simply put your bow tie on the the pocket of your blazer. It gives a fresh look to the whole outfit.
Brogues: Filled up with ease & elegance, these brogues gives sharpness & coordinates with the jacket. Koovs
Rose brooch: From Amazon Fashion
Socks: Happysocks / Nose Ring- Thrifted from Kasol
Watch: Tag Heuer, Never leave from your house without wearing an alluring watch, especially when the whole look just seems incomplete without it.
That’s all for today, I’ve gotta put my mind into finding ideas for celebrating my birthday. There’s an absolute probability that I’m already tipsy while you’re reading this article.
See you guys soon. XO
Location Courtesy: Vapour Bar Exchange