Those who have been a regular reader of my diaries must be thinking out loud “oh, there she goes again!!” but no, no I am not into male bashing today. Friday is my “off” day, anyway.
Some 5-6 years ago, men were usually heterosexuals, sometimes homosexuals, god-forbid bisexuals or I-don’t know-how transsexuals. Metrosexuals were something unheard of. Of course metrosexuals has infact nothing to do with their preference of the sexual act. Its all about the attitude, the fashion statement, the whole trendy thing and sometimes going so far as doing all those “girly things”. I am so much in awe of these metrosexuals. In a really really good way. My guy A (yeah, the “poor” guy who many MSians think is going to have a tough time due to the wrong “perception” of guys in my mind, but trust me guys A and R are going along just so fine) surprised me by going pink. The pink shirt that he wore last week is still etched in my throbbing mind (and other parts of anatomy). I totally love pink. I see so many guys going totally pinkie.. pink t-shirts, shirts, ties, jumpers. Wow, that colour is totally IN. Last week I had to go shopping with some colleagues of mine, and these guys totally flipped over when I had suggested all those colourful shirts for them, pink, violet, magenta, green and fluorescent blue. And when I chose silk for them, they nearly fainted. But then after urging them to try them on they actually loved it but apparently not so much as to buy them.. but then when I told them that girls love to run their fingers through silk (damn.. silk is sexy.. look at those lingeries, darlings ) they all bought the stuff. Now I have colleagues trotting along with all those silky, colourful shirts still looking out for fingers to caress them. Of course I forgot to tell them that the man behind the shirt is the most important factor. Silk is secondary. But then , one of them went overboard and got himself a white shirt with lots and lots of stars and moons on it, nothing wrong with that but those celestial bodies actually shine/glitters in the dark. Its like going to Birla Planetorium on a boring day.
Last week saw this picture of Ronaldo in his girlfriend’s pink hot pants, pink shirt and with flowers clipped on his hair (of course, the flowers were kind of over-the-top), and strangely it didn’t look gross. Rohit Bal had made his male models walk in skirts on the ramp. Lots of dresses for men are actually skirts, be it Scottish kilt, the Bhutanese gho, even our very own lungi . It could be a fashion statement in a few decades to come and that’s when the skirts will be taken up seriously by guys.
As I write this, I have my ears stuck on to Kailash Kher’s “teri deewani”. Boy, a few years ago, no sane, straight man would have been caught dead singing songs that actually goes like “ heere, moti main na chaahu….” Or yearning for their better halves and declaring how he has become “teri deewani”. Music and films go hand and hand in India. Actors have turned metrosexual, in a big big way. I guess it started with those trendy stuffs the actors wore in Dil Chahata Hai. Oh yes. Now-a-days we see a freshly shaved Karan Johar wearing pink shirt with 3 buttons off. Anil Kapoor, the father of all hairy creatures has started flaunting his chest too. A clean, uprooted one.
Hats off to metrosexualism.
