So when I started writing this I probably deleted my first statement 5 times because I just did not know where to begin. There are so many things to talk about Deepika Shetty that you just can’t figure out how to start- should you talk about Sadee Saree first , or how she MAXed all social media channels to successfully document her debut novel The Red Helmet or how she is persevering hard to get global attention on the issues of elderly plight -doing all this while being the Arts correspondent at The Straits Times ! This one will be a long post , so I suggest you get yourself your favorite beverage Masala chai or a tall latte if you please and yes maybe a slice of your favorite cake too !
A bit about Deepika in her own words
Sadee Saree , the inception .
I Was A Saree Virgin, seriously I was. This was the first note I wrote in May 2013. And then my editor friend Keith Fernandez dropped by at my Singapore home and told me I had a story. That I was onto something, had a rather hatke way with words and that the saree narrative needed to move beyond my personal Facebook page. Boys are always right about these things.
I wore a saree for my wedding reception in 1995. Perhaps three or four more times after that.I wasn’t ready, I wasn’t comfortable, I always felt it would somehow come undone and on one occasion it nearly did.I carried my nervousness as gingerly as my drape, my tentativeness showing in the hastily put together pleats, the slouched shoulders, the safety pins.I wasn’t confident and it showed.You could blame it on the better part of my life spent in trousers and jeans. Pity really.Then something happened late last year.I opened the cupboard, where I keep my mildly fancy clothes.There they were, five sarees my late mother owned, handed down to me by my father, on one trip to Dehra Dun.I have no idea why I had never bothered reaching out for them but that evening I did.My mother was a teacher and an artist.The sarees she possessed reflected her personality.Fun, funky, easy to drape and comfortable enough to take you through the day and night.It was sometime around Diwali and a movie screening that got me to try one.It was incredible. For someone who had never known sarees before, I was ready to go in under 10 minutes. The pleats were perfect, the pallu flowed and it stayed just the way I had draped it.
I went for an art opening, then the movie screening and then a drink and something happened.
I don’t know whether it was the rush of my mother’s memory, this feeling of a part of her being so close to me or the drape or how perfectly it split my body.Perhaps it was all of it and I just knew it – I had found love.
Advice for the Sari Novice