In 2013, post failed attempts of wearing sari myself or with help from my mother (not a good idea to learn a technique when we have an hour to leave for a family wedding function), I decided to learn how to wear a sari. Come New Year, it was a resolution. Wear sari one day of the week. Not for a wedding function, not for a school farewell, not for any “special occasion”. It’s not an alien idea. We see it everyday- women wearing sari and going about their day jobs. The sari is really a one-size-fits-all garment. And hence the longevity of its existence. It was created in India and worn by women from different occupations, lifestyles, locations, ages, and moods. 

My early memories of sari is of my mother wearing it everyday, whilst raising me. She had a discerning eye and was not shy to wear bright colors or bold prints. At one of the many dreadful Parent Teacher Association (PTA) meetings I had to attend with her, I remember feeling sick in my stomach, waiting in line for her to talk to my teacher, whom she’d ask for my quite average performance. But this time the (cutie) teacher was struck by the beautiful sari my mother was wearing. She turned to her and just wanted to talk about the sari! I watched their faces like watching a tennis match. My mother got distracted, her mood got lighter, she was beaming and I didn’t have a hard time on the way back home. I guess what saris did for my mother was reflect her personality and style, before the time when Juicy Couture velour suits and LV bags became a staple on mothers attending PTA meets. Before what brands-you-could-afford spoke about your style, it was the brandless sari or tailored suits that was your style statement. I also remember my mother standing in front of an open closet, staring at the row of daily wear saris, humming some song and enjoying the process of “hmm what do I feel like today?” before hitting the shower. 

So now I do #SariSunday. Wear a sari on a sunday, which is usually the most relaxed day of the week. Lounge in, meet friends, go shopping, lunch with family – wearing a sari. Its not that tough to think about it. Its fun. Its confusing for those who have come to associate sari wearing with being an “auntie” or married lady. Well I am an auntie to many nieces and nephews 🙂 And I love sitting in my office, with my dogs sleeping behind me, writing a blog post about #SariSunday wearing a sari, ofcourse. I like mine that are handloom cotton, most bought from Dastkar

Some images from a #SariSunday get together we had in office. What is a #SariSunday party? Eat, drink, dance, play competitive games, whilst wearing a sari (or the manly lungi/mundu). 

artwork by Jasjyot Singh Hans
mommy (or should I say hottie) during her teaching days before marriage
mummy during my brother’s mundan. 

more images on instagram and twitter under the hashtag #sarisunday 

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