Our Self-Written Obituaries – Shefalee Vasudev, Noida
The 80th death.
[Text by Shefalee Vasudev; photo by Mayank Austen Soofi]
Thank God she is dead, now we won’t have to worry about the difference between Chanderi and Maheshwari.
Thank God she is dead, weavers can now weave in peace or un-peace instead of their neuroses getting published.
Thank God she is dead, designers can now welcome really fashion-forward fashion journalists.
Thank God she is dead, nobody will wear handloom saris to Hindustan Times House… finally we will have modern fashion amidst us.
Guys, who is going for Shefalee’s funeral? Remember she had said, nothing less than red lipstick, Roman sandals in authentic leather and something Indian and handwoven? Handbags not allowed. I think I will pass.
Better she rests in her “pieces”, heard they are wrapping her up in a gold Kanjeevaram. God, if I was asked for a headline, I’d just say, “Why do we only make her kind in India?”
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