The Effeminare woman has just walked out of a passionate relationship, and after days of confusion she’s finally made her mind to go out on a date. What is the guy going to be like? State Tuned!
Also she has been missing her friend Aashna for a long time now and felt like recreating one of her favorite looks of Aashna. Because this girl be one of the most beautiful human being she’s ever met. Major major missing happening. Let’s hope she makes time soon and meets her up in the coming days.
And now for the more exciting part! This week “The Effeminare” series has been featured on The Yellow Sparrow’s Official Facebook and Instagram page. I am a huge fan of their page and to get featured meant the world to me. You can find the same on their Facebook page here. Paws up!
This is what it looks like on Instagram:
Aah! What awesome projects we are coming across on #chirptys.
Check out @anwesh_sahoo project- “the effimnare”. In a tete-e-tete, he told @theyellowsparrow
“One of the first reasons why I started the series was because we don’t celebrate alternate sexuality a lot in India. To be able to celebrate sexuality, we need to embrace it first. When I was about to start college I was pretty scared of how the guys around would treat me in an engineering college, where most of the crowd is male dominated. But when I started talking to them about it and told them how normal things are, they accepted me and respected me for my true-self. I realized that all the phobia we associate with the queer community is mostly a result of unawareness. I’ve almost grown up watching Pattachitra (a folk art form from Odisha) all around me, and something inside me told me that art could be an amazing medium to create awareness leading us towards acceptance. And that’s how ‘The Effeminare’ series happened.” Hop onto his handle and check out the other illustrations.
I think everyone who knows me, knows it pretty well that I’m obsessed with Indian clothes, textiles, accessories and fashion. So this week I re-created something extremely close to my heart- my mum as a twenty-one year old bride. She’s always told both me and my sister how she always wished that her ceremony was shot as a video, and that she had more accessories to wear. But trust me, she looked nothing less than stunning in that bright violet colored sari (a very un-conventional choice of color given how most Indian brides are obsessed with the color red), with a gold zari border and pretty white-tube-roses woven together and twirled around the bun. Odiya people love the color gold and weddings are incomplete without gold bangles, earrings and neck-pieces. That is one picture of hers that has always stayed with me and will continue to in the days to come. I’m not sure if a lot of people know this, but while henna is worn by a lot of brides these days all over India, traditionally alta was worn extensively by women in the eastern states of India during festivities. I love alta. It sort of just brightens up the entire look of an individual. Alta is a red colored liquid which was made out of lac insects earlier. But nowadays synthetic colors are mostly used for making alta. Women also wore a white colored liquid called shringar that smells like heaven on their forehead drawn usually in the shapes of creepers with little flowers and leaves or just a series of dots ending as a flower.
Stay tuned for the next set of looks I’ll be coming up with in the next couple of weeks. Loads of stuff coming your way.
Hey people! This week I made a new friend and I’m dying to tell you guys about her. Meet Aravani! She was born a man but she says she is a woman inside. Aravani was born named Aryan but she renamed herself after she came across the Aravanis of Tamil Nadu. The transgender brides of Lord Aravan are called as Aravanis who mourn the death of their husband the day after they get married to him. There is a long story to it, which Aravani will unveil in the coming days and so you’ll have to keep up with her. Stay tuned.
Meanwhile IIIT is bustling energy and tension as the annual tech-fest Esya is finally on. Got myself a pair of super-high heels which make me 5’11 and I’ll be posting a picture soon. 😉 Anyways, do keep up with all the work I will be posting in the coming days. I am a little occupied with all my assignments and an internship, but I’ll definitely make time for some interesting stuff I have in mind. Paws up!
The Effeminare Woman is a true blue fashionista at heart and she thought of recreating one of her favorite looks by the blogger Whimsy Tales this week. She’ll be recreating many more looks in the coming days and for that you’ll have to keep a track of all the work she’s up to. So stay tuned.
Got this pretty scarf from Nizamuddin Dargah this week. The food there is just yum! Took this pic while everybody was flying all their pretty kites and I was doing what I am the best at. #ClickingSelfies
Also had a pretty fun weekend with all the kite flying we had yesterday after my performance at the Independence Day. But the problem is the fact that I don’t feel like studying anymore. 😛 Wanna get through the academics of this semester as soon as possible. >_<
Because it is taking us way too long to realize that we’re in fact brothers from the same mother. So I’ve been keeping a track of the recent Humans Of New York’s pictures by Brandon Stanton and I couldn’t be happier with his pictures from Pakistan. It makes me so happy to see the way Pakistan is finally being seen by people as any other country in the world where people do live happily and explosions aren’t exactly happening all around all the time. I often speak to my friends from Pakistan and that’s exactly how I got rid of the kind of image that I had of this beautiful country. A very Happy Independence Day to both the countries. Let’s not hate our own people. We’re together in this. Hoping that we someday get back to being the way we used to be.
Contrary to what people often believe, I have always been scared to go to places with too many men around. Gym happens to be one of them. Growing up I could never connect with the thought processes of the other boys in my class. I would be scared of passing across streets or playgrounds where most boys often played football or cricket. I was scared that the ball would come to me and they’d ask me to kick or throw the ball for them. So I’d take a longer way to my tuition classes or while going to the nearby stationary so that I never had to come across them. So this summers I gathered all the courage within me and finally made up my mind to go and start working out. I still try going to the gym at times when there aren’t as many men around. It just makes me awkward and shy. In fact I’m as awkward in a lift with another guy around. It’s the funniest thing to me. But that’s how it is. I don’t really think that’s exactly how it is for all the other gay men and I can’t generalize. Maybe it’s because I have always seen guys as bullies or a group of people who look down upon me. That’s how school was for me even till the end. But we’ve moved on. So let’s hope for better things to happen.
Anyways, as you can see ‘The Effeminare Man’ loves working out and has a dream body to die for. He’s proud of being who he truly is and is happy to carry his pair of wings around. So have you got the balls to be a fairy as well?
So this week ‘The Effeminare Woman’ is all set to take over Delhi in her pretty bike and she’s already loving it. But just because she’s riding her bike doesn’t count for enough reason to not dress to the teeth! Mixing her Indian essentials with some super chic Indian jewels, she respects her freedom and is living her life on her own terms.
But unlike The Effeminare woman, I’m not exactly the kind of person who’s into bikes. I’ve never had any fascination to automobiles, which almost all the guys around me growing up were obsessed with and my disinterest would often befuddle me. So I finally thought that perhaps I should give bikes a try and I asked my father to teach me the basics. The first time I managed to hurt my knee learning, while the second time I hurt my father pretty bad. So that sort of cancelled out the possibility of a third time. 😛
This weekend I went to watch my friend’s play called “The Gordons” which was somewhat inspired from Noel Coward’s “The Blithe Spirit”. Love going to Mandi House anyways. In the evenings, Copernicus Marg is bustling with songs, tinkling ankle bells, and happiness. Had the toughest time finding LTG Auditorium, but then there was no way I was giving up. Running around in my maroon kurta and tan dress shoes, I finally reached almost 3 minutes before the play was supposed to start. Yay! I was so happy to have made it to the play. It was very well written and executed. Perfect amount of humor and just the perfect amount of sarcasm.
Also I have to mention about all the fiasco surrounding Shri Raadhe Maa. I’m like what is wrong with us. How on earth can we believe someone so easily? How gullible as individuals are we? But I have to give it to her for being able to con so many Indians so well, given the amount of followers she’s got with a fancy website and a registered Facebook page. Like whaaat? And then how can I not mention about all the moral policing going around in our country? Some forty odd couples were taken to the police station from various lodges and hotels surrounding Madh Island and Aksa in Mumbai and humiliated for ‘public Indecency’. Yes. Consenting adults who’d checked into private hotel rooms were charged with indecency in public and were not only insulted but also fined. The irony of the situation I tell ya! When are we all planning to grow up? No, really when?
Of late I’ve come across a lot of shows that deal with comic book characters and a constant fascination with larger than life super-humans clad in skin-tight spandex which made me a little curious and I felt like perhaps I should give some of these comic books a read. That said I’ll be very honest about my disinterest in any form of comic book superheroes growing up (more so because I was never interested in reading). I was more a ‘Cartoon Network’ kind of a person. But over the years I’ve come to realize that they in fact have had a lot bigger influence on me than I’d thought of.
Clark Kent is like any other journalist residing in a fictional city of Metropolis in America. His lady love is Lois Lane with whom he’s awkward and is constantly making efforts to confess his love, but in vain. Peter Parker…