Uma, the laidback rebel, writes about an air-kiss and other sundry things.

Well, it so happens that I wasn’t invited to this exclusive party and I think I know why. Apart from the fact that our paths in life have somehow not managed to cross till now, Mrs. G’s and mine, it was because the reception for the royal newly weds was a “black tie” affair and Mrs. P. Godrej’s secret service men had informed her that I don’t own a black tie. I don’t own a blue or a yellow one either for that matter. Nor do I have a pair of black trousers at the moment (I’ve outgrown the last pair I bought), but what the hell. I have a red spotted bandana which I fling around my neck for formal occasions (which could help me pass of as Rajnikant’s female side kick) and a pair of dark blue jeans which by candlelight could be taken for black by tired eyes.