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The Whole Nine Yards - 6

  Stand up for your sari!

Wedding bells are ringing for another pretty young cousin of mine and while we swooned and sighed over her beautifully coming-along trousseau, memories galloped to our numerous please-tie-my-sari deliriums as we realised that even today, even after all these years of loving our lovely six yards and wearing them ever so often too, draping them well is quite another, rather arduous, tale.  

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The complications come in as numerously in styles as in technicalities. While the light and lush brocades of Benarasi looms prove too short for the taller Indian femmes born this side of the river, the modern extra-wide and heavy weaves of luxurious Kanjeevaram tend to add girth to the less leggy, at tuck-point. Add global warming to the equation and it's more than just ice you will need to combat the warmth of yarn and layer, be it an airy sheer or drier Chardonnay. But when it comes to fall, or the distance of the drop from the floor or the kick-and-flair of the pleats or even the span of the pallu, the perfectionists’ guides to sari-matics vary greatly.

Did you hear of the Taneira-Pinkathon Run in Bangalore, to raise awareness on womens' health? Women turned up in saris and ran a marathon! And if that was not enough, today, we also had a lady from Pune skydiving in a full-length navvari sari (yes, you read that right), the orthodox nine yards and inspiration for this series. 

Yet, when design-diva Sabyasachi Mukherjee, insinuated this week that Indian women who don't know how to drape a sari, should be ashamed of themselves, there was a lot of raucous twitter-ho.

But here, on The Whole Nine Yards, we will only sway to rustlings of joy ─ not only to celebrate those amazing sari runners and navvari skydivers, but also for the splendour Sabyasachi brings to a sari, muse on muse, together with the fierce loyalty he has for what it stands for. In that vein, when he demands of the Indian woman to stand up for it, we see merit in doing things right.

Learn how to, with Mandira Bedi, who shows us how to wear a regular sari with panache. Go for it girls. Sashay away! Or run! Dive into the sky, even!
Happy Valentines :)

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Next up: It's the saritude, girls.
Previously in the series: Blue

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