I am an Army Officers wife.That should say it all . But let me explain, we army wives get to attend a lot of parties…….the wives get to enjoy the husband’s hardwork……& we attend all these parties with élan . All dressed up & decked up. Decking up sometimes poses to be a problem. Obviously …..one can’t repeat the same outfit/accessory twice..na..na…. & sadly our Finance Minister seems to be unaware of our existence & predicament, soooo we painfully are left with the choice of being creative @ innovative. And you thought partying was a stress buster…………
I belong to Gods Own Country where every atom has Its Own Opinion …about Poli-tics (Poly-Tics would have been more appropriate) & people fervently believe that ‘Strike Is Our Birthright’, we strike so hard & frequent that natural disasters feel ashamed to strike our State. Our fame had not reached Tsunami’s ears ; coz she was under sea; @ so she struck.
My magnificent land of Keras boasts of many art forms-Kathakali being one of them. Katha means story , Kali means play; Kathakali is mythological stories told in play form. Bollywood’s current flavour being south ;our humble Kathakali is in vogue.
This is my ode to Kathakali ( the elaborate head dress itself is a work of art ) …. In the form of a bag.
Bought this bag …& lot many things…..on my Goa trip.
The mask was a buy from my home town Trivandrum.
Attached velcro on both….I can save an ant from drowning, save some money for the future, save a bite of chocolate for my kids….but can’t stitch to save my life .
The jute Kathakali mask had to go up somewhere….went up on my bag.
Teamed it up with a Kerala saree whose pallu is adorned with Kathakali faces.
And then, they lived happily ever after…