Summer, for one, is a time of relaxation. I fail to see how people can relax in chooridaars which are utterly uncomfortable. Fashion or not, comfort is all that matters. Having said that, bringing back the good old shalwar is the case I am pleading here.
Quelotts. Capris. Pants. Chooridaars. Doesn’t matter if you are out shopping your wallet out in liberty market or wasting your energy with your not-so-good old Darzi; all you see people wearing and talking and recommending is trousers or capris or chooridaars. Why? I, for one, have had enough of this rat race to see who is following the latest trend by wearing what Vaneeza adorns in her lawn exhibition; no matter how uncomfortable they are.
Summer, for one, is a time of relaxation. I fail to see how people can relax in chooridaars which are utterly uncomfortable. Fashion or not, comfort is all that matters. Having said that, bringing back the good old shalwar is the case I am pleading here. There was a time when your darzi always assumed that if you are giving him a suit to stitch, it meant shalwar kameez. Not trousers, not chooridaars, and definitely not capris. Oh the horror I had to go through when I handed over a suit to master sahib and without even asking me he started noting the design of the suit as a kameez and a trouser. Painstakingly, I had to stop him and tell him that I want a shalwar made out of this one, thank you very much. And the looks! Oh, the looks. Imagine if my master is giving me the killer looks just because I told him to stitch me a shalwar, the world out there would be oh-so-glad to kill me for committing such a fashion crime.
But I don’t care. It’s about time I see women wearing shalwars around the city, and not just old ladies, but young ones too. There’s a reason it’s our national dress. It’s the most comfortable attire in the scorching summer of Pakistan. Last but definitely not least, I salute Nishat Linen for introducing shalwars in the first edition of their summer collection magazine. Truly made my day! Oh the happiness when I shoved the magazine in master sahab’s face and told him to stitch me a shalwar just like the one Mahnoor Baloch was wearing. Epic!
