So the office had scheduled its annual marketing meet in Delhi this year. As if it being my first meet and getting to know the national team and all that was not enough to get me hyper excited, we were being put up at …wait to hear it…the Taj Palace!
Now I don’t mean to brag but I love hotels. I love how the rooms magically clean themselves when you return back after a long, tiring day. I love the inviting beds, with their crisp white sheets, the forever clean towels, all those abstract paintings and dim lights and switches that are always an arm’s distance away. But this -was taking the experience to a whole different level.
So after day 1 in the tub (not before spending long minutes longingly looking at the pool-side, and then looking at the mound on my waist, and imagining what an abomination I would seem like in swim wear) we headed out for dinner. And there, behold, Lisa Hayden in her ravishing avatar, sashaying towards the bell desk! And then we see many, many such hotnesses, and that was when it struck us that there just might be some event happening at the hotel.
As we waited for the men to get dressed and join us (as is the case these days), we decided we might as well get comfortable and watch the show. There was a fashion event happening- google tells me that it was apparently the “Shree Raj Mahal Jewellers India Couture Week 2014”. Here I sit, with two senior managers discussing business strategies, with a head that is swinging left to right on its own accord (that I had to hold the jaw from dropping is a different story).
Women- I fell in love with them without a second thought. Dear lord, I have never SEEN so much beauty, so much fashion, live, in one frame! Little black dresses of every imaginable kind (I thought of mine, dumped so carelessly in my cupboard and curled inside with shame), shoes- so much bling in shoes that I would never be able to carry off, and gowns- slit in the middle, on the sides, giving me breathtaking sneak-peeks of toned legs and flat waists.. I was determined to stop eating for the rest of my life.
And as my manager caught me shamelessly gawking at all the colours and designs in motion, and clicked her tongue in disapproval, I couldn’t help but wonder- if this was what the visitors looked like, how much more awesome would the actual event be!
Fashion, gosh. I never gave it much thought before this. Is it necessary? No. Is it important? Hell Yes.
And that, has been my best hotel experience so far. Acting like a lizard, soaking in the designs and colours and pretenses. I don’t remember much, but I remember feeling awed, and yes, I remember picking my eyes off the floor and sticking them back in when they popped out.
So it has now been a week since I decided to sweat and run burn the fat away. I shall tell you when I start.