TED TALKS – Bite Sized Gems

If there’s one thing lifelong learners like me have in common, its a mind that thrives on curiosity, creativity, and variety. One thats always looking to expand and stretch its horizons. While there are a few subjects of passion I’m personally always scouting content for, I’m often very pleasantly surprised on how much invaluable knowledge there is the world, on topics and themes otherwise considered frivolous. Maybe that’s why I’m such a fan of watching TED Talks.

What makes the TED Talks concept a winner, at least in my opinion, is the combination of high-quality crisp content, combined with great delivery, boxed within a specific time frame.

If I had to list 5 of my favorite talks, they would be:

  1. How Amazon, Apple, Facebook, Google manipulate our emotions, Scott Galloway
  2. Islamophobia killed my brother, lets end the hate, by Suzanne Barakat
  3. The genius of the London Map, by Michael Bierut
  4. We should all be feminists, by Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie.
  5. A taboo way to speak about periods, by Aditi Gupta

If you’re a TED Talks person, I’m sure you have your own list of favorites. And your own  takeaways from them. Here are mine:

  1. Powerful storytelling always triumphs: I’m probably not as interested in the topic of menstruation, as much as I am, in learning what a woman in rural India did to fight period related taboos. The human element. The personal story behind the topic. Every TED Talk is, in its own way, a personal saga of triumph. Which eventually makes the subject even more profound.
  2. No topic is too trivial to be spoken about : From the genius of the design behind the London tube map, to a heart wrenching story of how a woman’ brother was killed by a neighbor in a hate crime, they’re all tales, dying to be told. Like I once heard someone tell me, good stories always find their listeners. And not all of them must be about princesses in castles.
  3. Empathy. Empathy. Empathy : Possibly the most underrated human emotion, if you were to ask me. One that comes alive repeatedly in these videos, and convinces you, that all we need to at times is to think with our hearts. Maybe even feel with our minds. Empathy isn’t just an emption, its a strong forerunner of life decisions. One that the world can benefit significantly from.
  4. Big things come in small packages : It never fails to overwhelm me, how a 20 minute TED Talk can have a deeper impact than pages and pages of written content can.
  5. The world’s a stage: And we’re its performers. And storytellers. And artists. Despite our differences of geography, society, color, gender and class. What unites us, is way greater than what divides us. Our stories and snippets from life, our shared struggles, and the lessons we learn from them. We’re a global village here, no single being excluded.

If I still haven’t convinced you why you should be watching TED Talks, maybe you can check them out here for yourself.






10 reasons I cant wait for #VeereDiWedding

Like any other Indian girl, we’ve been brought up with the notion that one day you will find Mr Right who will sweep you off your feet. And then you’ll get your big fat Indian wedding. And then you will live happily ever after.

Right? Wrong. Because if you asked me, Indian weddings are gorgeous, but a tad-bit overrated. And today I watched the trailer of Veere di Wedding. And it set my heart on fire.

All the girls who are reading this, I urge you to please go watch it here. Now. It brings to life a few truths of the big fat Indian wedding. So much so, that I could show it like a 101 on Indian weddings to my buddies in the West


Things I already knew as a millennial Indian women, but were only reemphasized by  the trailer:

  1. Every girl’s standards of what an ideal life, husband and sex life look like are different. Being cookie-cutter about this is recipe for disaster. 
  2. The unfortunate harsh truth of our Indian samaaj: Irrespective of how educated you are, society validates you only when you’re married, if you’re a woman. 
  3. In one of the moments from the trailer, the guy asks his wife why she doesn’t get a job. To which her reply is that if she did, who would make rajma-chawal for him? Gender stereotype strikes again. 
  4. Marriage can start with the man going down on his knee for his lady love, but that’s just the beginning. In India, this goes from having to please his mother by wearing an outfit that can make you look hideous, to becoming chaachi, even acting like a clown on your own Sangeet
  5. Indian weddings are about everyone except the bride and groom. So much so that when the prospective groom suggests to his father than they limit the guest list to 200, he is met with a ‘Are you drunk on weed.’? The Indian dad had to mention weed as an analogy. This is how grave the problem is.  
  6. Even when the bride and groom look like they’re stepping into marital bliss, they actually have no idea of what the f*** is happening. 
  7. Girls. Ditch the mama’s boys. They won’t stand up for you if mummyji doesn’t approve. 
  8. A girl always needs her besties. even when she’s annoyed with them. And no-one but her girlfriends can help her get through the marriage tamasha
  9. Just because you’re married, doesn’t mean you’re happy.
  10. Oh and last yet my favorite, even I didn’t know what an orgasm is called in Hindi. (I genuinely hope my mother is not reading this). 

Judge me all you like, but an honest confession. Even if its a chick-flick, I cannot wait!

On being Indian. And feminist.

Yes, I’m feminist. And I’m Indian. And in my opinion, the two make a rather interesting combination.

The dictionary definition of the term feminism defines the term as advocacy of women’s rights on the basis of the equality of the sexes. Yet I think that given my culture and background, the term feminist takes on a slightly different meaning.

Because in my part of my world, being feminist also means fighting the additional baggage of culture, tradition, occasionally even religion.  A community that practices paradox like second nature . Where an endless number of female deities are worshipped. Yet women are being abused in every single form possible. One which has produced no dearth of female leaders, yet where misogyny and patriarchy still prevalent. One which doesn’t oppose objectification of women in popular culture. Yet conversation around natural biological processes like menstruation and safe sex are considered taboo. And if this environment doesn’t call for one to be feminist, I don’t know what does.

My biggest reason for choosing to become a feminist was the understanding and appreciation that in this scenario, I was truly, genuinely, one of the fortunate ones. To have never faced discrimination in my personal or professional life. On the contrary, to have been supported by an entire army of men who encouraged, propelled and drove me to scale heights in my professional and personal life.  And it is this sense of gratitude that drives me to be feminist.  Feminism, in my opinion, is about fighting the social evils against women that exist in society. But it’s equally about fighting the internalized misogyny that lives silently in minds, yet constantly surfacing and displaying its murky self. It’s about believing that as a woman, you are capable of anything. But above everything else, it’s about building a longer table. About not treating feminism like some kind of elitist club, rather a collective sisterhood. Where both women and men acknowledge first, that a challenge does exist, and consequently working collectively towards uplifting women who, through some twist of fate, didn’t have the opportunities you did. Without being judgmental, opinionated or biased.

So yes, I’m feminist. And an Indian woman. And I will continue to be both. For both these badges, are ones that are part of my identity, and ones I wear with utmost pride.


But beta, when will you ‘settle’ down?

Dear Uncle, Aunty & Society,

First things first. Thank you so much. For the constant concern that you show. For being so interested in my life. In a world where people are so wrapped up in their own lives, it genuinely touches me that I can count you amongst my well-wishers.

Initially, I have to confess. When at community events, neighborhood soirees, and every single social do, you’d pull me aside and ask me what my plans for ‘settlement’ were, I wasn’t sure what you meant. Now,  I’ve come to now understand that you use the terms settlement and marriage rather interchangeably.

It surprises me that you don’t congratulate me on my recent promotion, or share my excitement that my company raised additional funding, or seem happy about me pursuing my dreams of higher education. Instead, you tell me that I’m approaching the terrible thirties, and that I should ‘settle down’. For socially, it’s probably not acceptable to be single anymore.

To which I answer, that I have no plans for ‘settlement’.

You see, women like me, we see marriage as a milestone, along the journey. Not a goal towards which every life decision is steered. Maybe that isn’t how your generation, especially women, viewed marriage, but times have changed. And the sooner you accept that, the better.

We saw our friends getting married in their early 20s. Not for a minute do we say what they did was wrong, but that wasn’t for us. We had other goals and aspirations. Some of us pursued further education. Some of us poured all our time into entrepreneurial ventures and full-time jobs. Some, an inward journey into ourselves. And some of us, well lets just say we didn’t get married because we didn’t find the right person.

But every one of us has been up to something. I have yet to meet one of my late 20s sorority sisters who says they’ve been sitting on the couch waiting for Prince Charming to whisk them off.

You don’t ask the boys while they work out their twenties. But we get told that we have limited ‘shelf-life’. And somehow our presence only gets validated when we have a man by our side. And that if we don’t move fast on the marriage game, we’ll have fewer ‘options’.

Options. Seriously?

Which implies that if I view men as options, I could be someone else’s option, too. But I want to be someone’s destination. Not option.

I’m not against marriage. But I find the right person. When I find someone I look forward to building a life with. Someone who shares, or at least respects my goals and ambitions. Not someone because I want company at the parties where you bump into me. I’m seeking a life partner, not a plus one. And I promise you that when I do get married, you shall receive an invitation card, by virtue of having been someone who has carefully worried about me all these years. So now you may please stop asking that question.

Out of curiosity, when I googled the term settle, I was told that one of it also means ‘to give in’. But that’s not what I’m here for. You see, we’ve come a little too far with our lives, to ‘settle’.

I might end up single. I might end up married with two kids. But never will I ever ‘settle’


Much love,

Every 20 + millennial Indian female

Postcard from Puerto Rico

Version 2
Pigeon dormitories
Roadside store
“So what if I can’t rent a store. Shop or no shop, the show must go on”.
“Let my shoes one day, Tattered, battered and worn out. Tell the tale, of my travels. Of the places I went to, the people I met, and the things I saw. For in the end, so much of that has made me who I am today”.
Sunset on the beach
The tree and the Tower.
Look far. Look beyond. It’ll tell you how far you’ve come. And how far you still have to go.
Version 2
Once a convent, today a popular honeymoon hotel. C’est la Vie.
Flood hazard warning
If only life came with such warnings. Spotted somewhere while trekking in the rainforest.
Version 2
“Why is everything so colorful here”, I asked? “Because we’re in the Caribbean. And we love color here. As simple as that.” David, my tour guide quipped back.
Closed but awesome
Spotted somewhere along the nomadic trail
Old meets new
Old meets new, truly. Spotted, a Starbucks right next to a traditional Puerto Rican cafe.
Days gone by
What once upon a time used to be a telephone booth.
Chris Columbus
Chris Columbus stands tall amidst the Puerto Rican skyline.
A quirky Puerto Rican alley
Jeff on his guitar, who not only agreed to pose for me, but also sing one of my all time favorites “Let it Be” by the Beatles.
Version 2
Glancing at the world beyond. View from the cliff.
Version 2
Puerto Rican Starbucks

Of Belonging and Unbelonging

Once upon a time, there was a girl who was born in a city. And she grew up in that same city. And she lived her entire life there. And whenever she said ‘home’, they knew exactly where she meant.

Except that I’m not that person.

Because I grew up in one place. And then lived in another. And another. And another. Which meant, that after a while, while my hometown remained the same, the term home stopped implying a place. Rather, I found that I left my heart in multiple places over time, and there sprouted many ‘mini’ homes, each of which I came to love as much as the other, if not more. And it took me a while to understand how home didn’t always mean a place, it meant an emotion, a feeling, a certain sense of ownership and belonging to the place one lives in. And what’s more, in my case this didn’t just pertain to a single place, rather a series of places, each of which I once belonged to. And once you’ve belonged to a certain place, you’ve belonged to it forever.

I’ve fiercely belonged to my hometown Kolkata, a place where the classic culmination of old meets new formed the backdrop to my growing up years. Where memories of the sight of the majestic Howrah Bridge and it’s younger cousin the Vidyasagar Setu, the smells of the pungent fish markets and the wet smell of the earth before it rained in the monsoon, and the sounds of the dhaak during the Durga Puja linger on in the mind, even years after having actively lived there. Where summer season meant swimming every afternoon at one of the numerous British clubs, and the short winters, rounds of badminton in the evenings.  And if there’s one thing one hometown has taught me amongst others, it is the importance of being rooted in one’s culture, of never forgetting one’s humble origins, irrespective of where the future might take them.

I’ve belonged to the the tiny county of Warwickshire in the UK, where I went for my undergraduate education, and where I technically came of age. Where I grew to love the occasional, yet gorgeous British summer, witnessed and lived through snowy postcard winters, and discovered an undying love for Pimms, mulled wine, scones & jam, strawberries & cream, and hot chocolate with marshmallows & Nutella.

I’ve belonged to New Delhi, and its newer, glamorous sibling Gurgaon, where I started my first ever job, where I came to love the diversity and the colorful chaos, so eminent of the place – from the noisy, crowded bazaars of Chandni Chowk, to the more contemporary skyline of Gurgaon, marked with highrises and glass buildings with MNC logos. Where every person from the rustic auto-rickshaw driver to the salwar-kameez clad aunty in the metro to the young professional caught in the rat race, had an individual tale to tell.

And now, here I am, writing this in Chicago, possibly another pit-stop along the way, for I am optimistic that this life will take me places. And while it hasn’t even been a month of my having been here, I already feel my ties to the city being nurtured and only strengthened over time. The hustle-bustle of the big city, with its picture-perfect suburbs and the prevalent artsy vibe have won me over, and I know this is a place I shall grow to love over time and hold close to my heart. And like every other place I’ve lived in, I know I’ll belong here, too.


Decoding ‘Passion’-the millennial buzzword

                                       It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

The above aphorism isn’t just how one of my favorite books, A Tale of Two Cities, begins. It’s an adage that can well describe the times we live in today, too. And even more so, where the millennial generation is concerned. A millennial myself, I’d say safely, that we’re a much more confused, demanding, and impatient lot as compared to our fathers and forefathers. Yet, paradoxically, we’re also in many ways, a more ambitious, driven and sorted bunch of kids, each trying to claim his or her place under the sun. We’re competitive, yet believe in the power of coexistence. We tend to place tremendous importance on material pleasures and creature comforts, yet in many ways, we’re a lot less judgmental than our ancestors.

We party late till wee hours of the morning, yet we’re obsessed with fitness & morning marathons. We dream of owning Rolls-Royces and private jets, yet we’re also the social entrepreneurs, striving to make the world a better place, environmentally, developmentally, and even demographically. We’re disconnected, yet, in ways, even more connected.

A generation of contrasts. Divided, yet united. And if there’s one word that rings in unison, it’s passion. A term occasionally even overused, I’d say. Yet, passion is what acts as a major driver, taking us to our destinations. Passion isn’t just a buzzword in our dictionaries, its a core part of our DNAs. Other than passion, we’re also a generation with courage, the courage to believe in our dreams, the courage to take a stand, and most importantly, the courage to pay of price that individuality occasionally demands.

Somewhere along the course of my voracious reading, I came across an article, Why Generation Y Yuppies are Unhappy which dug deep into the explanation why the millennial generation is relatively unhappier, as compared to the generations that came before them. And the deep-rooted logic did make a lot of sense, which is why I’m reiterating it here. On average, our grandparents’ generation, across the globe, lived in times of tremendous global turmoil. The World Wars, the Cold War, the Partition in India (which my own grandparents were first-hand witnesses to). Time underlined by unrest and suffering. For most born and brought in this era, self- survival, and protection of close kin became the sole agenda for their existence.

Our parents’ generation, most of whom saw the suffering their parents had undergone, understood the importance of stability in day-to-day life. A stable job, decent money, a happy family – became life goals for this generation, determined to give their children what most of them didn’t have access to – good education being a prime example.

And the succeeding generation, our generation, that reaped the seeds sown generations before. We hadn’t seen the struggles of our grandfathers, and we got access to the love, money and care of our fathers. An improved educational system, free media and rapid globalization ensured that we didn’t remain holed up in a shell. Added to that, the emergence of the internet, which made geography practically irrelevant.

And if you’d ask me, it is some of these major transitions that aided a free-spirited mind, independent thought, giving rise to individuality, occasional rebellion, and deep-seated creativity, among the generations that yearns for separate, independent identities. Personal interests, ranging from travel to fencing to philately, emerged into ‘passions’. And open acceptance of these passions meant breaking down of barriers, as far as traditional roles were considered. Emergence and meteoric growth of new industries like Advertising, Pharma & the various dot-com ventures gave rise to innumerable new professions, ending the notion of having to be a doctor, lawyer or teacher to lead a respectable life.

What markedly differentiates this generation, is that they don’t separate work from life. They want to make a good living, and they want to taste success fast. But the underlining factor here is that they also want to do all of this while they’re having fun. They’re brave. They’re bold. They’re always ‘on’ and on-the-go. And with their  professional, personal and social lives constantly merging into each other, they want to design their lives, to suit a lifestyle they love.

And it most certainly works that the world today is structured in their favor, looking at the fact that there have never been as many creatives, entrepreneurs, scientists and what nots, as there are today. A world where passion, and not money, safety or security becomes a key, if not the only reason behind choice of career, lifestyle and money making option. As for the uncles and aunties and mommies and daddies who keep telling us why we have to be travel bloggers and tech entrepreneurs and tattoo artists, when we could be ‘safe’ things like accountants and engineers, sorry to burst the bubble, but I’d like to believe that this is a fad that’s here to stay. For a good few generations at least, if not more.

Finding the Raison d-etre


For everyone, in particular, us dreamers, overthinkers, and we-see-life-with-road-tinted-glasses-ers, life is one long/short journey. A quest. A search. And its paradoxical how along the course of this journey, the most precious find, is when you find yourself. Finding the person that you are. And discovering the person you eventually evolve to be. And I believe that what you eventually become is a beautiful culmination of what lay within you, combined with how external experiences affect and change you as a person. And they say that when you find yourself, you find the world.

Raison d’etre – they call it in French. The purpose of your existence. In other words, what you live for. I know the expression sounds poetic, even philosophical, but it does make sense. God didn’t use cookie cutters when he made us, and in a strange, weird manner, he did send us all to this planet with some specific, unique role in mind. To build bridges. To write books. To pain the town red. Or, if nothing else, to simply love, laugh, and smile. At this moment in life, my raison d’etre is to create, build and grow – possibly an entrepreneurial venture, some kind of philanthropic initiative and definitely, some great writing. Have I reached my destination so far as finding my raison d’etre is concerned? Will this be it lifelong, or will my raison d’etre evolve over time – I don’t have an answer.

My own  journey towards finding my raison d’etre has been anything but smooth. The road has been bumpy, rocky, slippery, messy even, but now in hindsight, all worthwhile. All because I’m a passion-driven person. If I’m not passionate about it, I can’t do it. Plenty of times along the journey, Ive had to lose myself only to find a better, newer, stronger version of me. And there’s nothing telling me that the journey’s ended. In fact, I have strong belief to believe that it only just started. And as the classic Robert Frost poem goes,”Miles to go before I  sleep.”

Speaking personally, my life vision & mission is to wake up to a better, stronger, perfect-er me everyday. And it truly is what keeps me going through both kinds of days, good and bad. On the good days, it reminds me of how far along I’ve come, and on my bad days, it tells me how the best is yet to come.

Follow thy passion, seems to be the motto of our generation. A hungry, curios, enthusiastic, rebellious, yet somewhat confused lot. So different from the more rationally driven ideologies our forefathers dwelled on. I wonder if at times we millennials are unnecessarily complicating our lives, with this entire ‘finding yourself’ theory. Why can’t we just lead our lives, treading safer paths and opting for done and dusted methods, instead of choosing to always build our own roads, break down barriers and find new ways of doing things. But then, this is the magic of the times we live in. Our generation. The fact that today, we live in the era of magicians, innovators, dreamers, storytellers and artists. We’re a creativity obsessed herd And creativity here doesn’t just translate to painting or music or literature. It means avoiding the run-of-the-mill, and building newer, innovative ways to what could essentially be the same destination.

And there’s no one way to find your raison d’etre. From personal experience, the process can be utterly chaotic. Even frustrating, more so because the person you’re dealing with here lies within you. And internal battles are tough. The battle between what you want to do versus what you should do. The former, says the heart and the latter, screams the mind. What I thinks works best is when your follow the heart, in a manner that involves the mind. But that’s not it. Once you do manage to find your raison d’etre, choosing the dedicate your life to this does require a lot of courage and internal strength. But once again, going against the grain, being the stereotype breaker and the trendsetter isn’t exactly easy. Though of course, anyone whose been there and done that, will live to tell the tale of how in the end, it was all worth it.


An Ode to the Lipstick

For every lady worth her style, there’s an artillery of accessories the fashion world blessed us with, to carry us through the day with aplomb. There’s the shoe, an item that surpassed its mere functional utility decades ago, thanks to the Mr Choos and Mr Blahniks of the world, becoming the I-need-to-have-it-or-Ill-die accessory for every fashionable woman in town. And then there’s the close cousin, the handbag, with women choosing to become social only so that they could flaunt their Vuitton’s & Pradas & Guccis at every ocassion.

And then there’s the lipstick.

There’s a special relationship we women have with these little babies, truly. Whether it’s spending hours, days, even months scouring for the perfect shade, obsessing over why that fiery red that our neighbour wears makes us look tarty instead, feeling like we just won the Olympics when we finally do find the shade we wanted, trying every trick in the book to keep it on throughout the night, and then worrying the evening away about leaving a stain on the glass or his shirt.

I personally remember being besotted, enamored, even obsessed with lipstick for as long as I remember. I have fond memories longingly stare at my mother puckering and pouting when she got ready for a party, and then copying the action as soon as she was gone, my promises to not touch any of her cosmetics forgotten instantly. And when I was finally old enough to buy my first piece of makeup, any guesses what it was?

I have come to the realization that the quest to finding the perfect shade of lippy is an experience in itself. Enter a makeup store, and you’ll feel like you’ve just walked into colour Disneyland. Every shade of red, maroon, pink, orange, nude, and these days you even have black, is broken down into versions enough to make you feel that you’ve almost gone colour blind. The saleswoman convinces me to try just ‘one’ shade, tries five instead, and then advises one. Umm, I couldn’t really notice the difference, you know, they all looked the same to me!  And if lipstick isn’t your thing, there’s the new-age cousin, Gloss. And today you’ve even got scientific make-up miracles in the form of new-age babies that promise you irresistible combinations.  moisturizing feel of lip balm, the colour of lipstick, and the shine of gloss. The make-up industry’s been at work, I see!

Ask me, what is it about the lipstick that makes me partial towards it. I’m not saying that I love my eyeliner, or my blush or my mascara, or any item in my make-up bag for that matter, but there’s a special place for my lipstick, or rather, my lipsticks. For there’s nothing like a dash of my favourite lipstick to act as the perfect pick-me-up. To make me feel that I’m ready to face the world. And were it just me, you could have said I’ve been exaggerating. But centuries and decades of women have testified to lipstick not only being their beauty staple, but also their secret weapon and armour in disguise. Just try imagining  Marilyn Monroe in that flowy white dress without that gorgeous red pout. Or Audrey Hepburn without her rosebuds.

If you ask me, I think what makes make-up so special in my opinion is its versatility, the fact that amongst the endless sea of countless shades, there’s only a few that come across as the ‘perfect fit’. The pleasure of finding the shade that makes your face look a million bucks. And how the shade that you wear will probably never have the same effect on another, for when worn effectively, every lipstick looks different on every lip.

Just writing this article has made me want to go on an inspection of my make-up bag. And my red suddenly looks too red, and my pink looks to too pink. I can do with something in between. Umm,  excuse me, for I’m off to buy, you guessed-it-right, another shade of lipstick!

An Ode To the Shoe

Once upon a time, there was a Cinderella, who went to a Ball, and found her Prince Charming, and lived happily ever after. Yes, we know she was hardworking and that she deserved to go the Ball, but let’s face it, what got her Prince were her sandals. Without them, she’d probably be scrubbing floors all her life, for all we know.

Such, ladies, is the power of the shoe. There was a time when the shoe was the poor cousin of the handbag. Who’s going to see those feet anyway, splurge on the handbag instead, we thought. And before we long realized that the woman may carry the handbag, but it’s the shoe that carries the woman. And shoes became celebrities in their own right.

Just as we began to appreciate the shoe, like sheer serendipity, came Sex and the City, where our very own Carrie Bradshaw took shoe love to another level. Carrie’s open adulation for Manolo Blahniks taught us that after cosmopolitans, stilettos were the modern girl’s best friend.

After the episode where Carrie gets mugged, and lets her mugger take her purse in return for her shoe, we decided that if our favorite fashionista adored stilettos to death, then so would we. A pair of Blahniks suddenly found their way into every woman’s wish list, and the brand, which has been credited with the revival of the stiletto in the 1970s, has chosen to keep the stiletto as its mainstay till today. Because classic six-inches are to our wardrobe what diamonds and blue denims are, timeless.

It’s probably no wonder that when shoe conjuror Christian Louboutin opened his Flagship store in India at Mumbai’s Horniman Circle, an entire bevy of Mumbai’s crème-de-la-crème ladies turned up, wearing his signature red-soled pumps, just to show how loved and popular he was even before he decided to enter the Indian market.

Closer home, Malaysian shoemaker Jimmy Choo knew he’d struck gold when Princess Diana’s patronage and open admiration for his creations made him the toast of Fashion Town. It wasn’t long before, throughout the world, a pair of Jimmy Choos became the epitome of effortless, chic style.

We love heels. And we despise them. We proudly flaunt them with our best LBDs, and dance the night away, and then after soles that hurt and toes that cry, we promise ourselves how we’re never wearing them again, only to find ourselves yet again, in another outfit, but the same heels! And the entire cycle of ‘I-know- I promised-I-wouldn’t-wear-them-again-but-what-to-do-they’re-so-pretty-starts again.

What is about these six-inch beauties that make them uncomfortable, painful, yet so irresistible? Some say, you feel taller. Some say it adds that extra glamour to your outfit. One woman even proudly pronounced her heels as her secret savior. ‘Why do I need a man to protect me when Im wearing stilettos?

If you asked me, I’d say that the stiletto is what makeup is to the face, what nail polish is to our nails. We can surely do without them, but life wouldn’t be the same. It’s that sheer pleasure of seeing those beauties on your feet. Of feeling that sweetish pain when they hurt, yet knowing that they bring out a more glamorous, confident you.

When I was little, I had dreams where I was (you guessed it right) Cinderella! Where my Fairy Godmother came, got me lovely shoes, I went to the Ball & met my Prince Charming. And then I grew up. My dreams remained the same, only now, I say, forget the Prince, I’d rather keep the Choo, oops, sorry the Shoe!