I am a little paralysed yet bursting with energy right now. Returning to my safely tucked baby exactly after two months. My precious. This blog. The background score tells me, ‘Tu na jaane Aas Paas hai Khuda‘ and with tears in my eyes and a smile on my face, I hereby wish to express myself, yet again.
It’s funny how certain things have started melting me within seconds, while certain hardcore situations amazingly leave me tin hearted. (*Someone will definitely smirk here. It’s a big word!*).
Quarter-life crisis and a whirlwind of realizations. That’s what I have been up to. And maybe perhaps a little bit more. With a lot of uncertainties, pushing myself towards things and situations which I thought were right. Trying to do something different yet slipping back to my comfort zone. Result? Self-criticality, disappointment and anxiety of going nowhere.
Enters The Devil wears Prada. A de-tour from a long working weekend ahead. And here I am.
So about the story – A writer. Unaware and totally uninterested in Fashion Industry. Lands as an assistant to the best fashion magazine editor-in-chief in town. Only to learn the most important thing about herself.
Without giving any spoilers(*Although I think it is too late for that!*), it is a portrayal of how you can know what you want by knowing what you don’t. And you know the kind of life you don’t want when even after trying your best with complete integrity and honesty, you feel what you are doing is not you. That’s when you place a cross mark on it and move on.
And once again, picking up what I wanted to put in my bucket, based on my current needs, I happily enjoyed a one time watch. See it when you are really in mood for a chick flick and the fashion world. (*Anne Hathaway looks amazing by the way!*)
P.S. Kind of reminded me of Confessions of a Shopaholic. Maybe because of the fashion connection.