The other day when I attended an Award ceremony, I was gazing in awe at the blouse the master of ceremonies wore as it enlivened the beauty of the sari as well as its wearer. Well, it was not a designer blouse with lot of embellishments costing a fortune but a simple one with a border and all credit should go to her tailor for doing his job well.
Talking of tailors in Chennai, we have dozens and dozens of them and ironically the majority of them are men. I am yet to understand the reason for women not taking to the profession of tailoring, specializing in stitching womens’ blouses to the satisfaction of their customers. I for one have not been lucky in getting a good tailor in Chennai where I have been living for the past four decades with the result my collection of badly made blouses over the years surpasses the number of saris in my wardrobe!
Not one to give up hope in locating a tailor who would do his job well invariably after a time my conversation with my friends and acquaintances would end up asking them to suggest a good tailor and they promptly would accede to my request vouching for their tailors’ efficiency and perfection of job.
The first on the list I chose to try was one who would pick up the fabric from my door step and deliver the blouse within a couple of days. He appeared promptly as soon as I called him and as proof of the confidence his customers had in his expertise, he dug out more than a dozen blouse pieces from a carry bag his customers had given for stitching. Impressed by his self assured demeanor I felt I could take him at his word and gave him two expensive blouse pieces along with a sample blouse. Lo and behold, he was back within 24 hours sporting a broad smile and handed over the finished product with a triumphant air. I told him I would try them on before paying him and decided to see the last of him when I found my blouses not only ill fitting but also beyond repair!
The next tailor I tried was another one highly recommended by another friend of mine who advised me to give the sample blouse with a right fit. I wanted to tell her that was what I had done on the previous occasion but thought the futility of convincing her. Trudging through the dozen stairs I reached the air conditioned shop bearing the owner’s name and introduced myself to her saying her customer was a close friend of mine. She had a separate work area where half a dozen male tailors were working for her. I was glad she did keep to her promise of getting my blouses ready within a couple of days but the job proved thoroughly disappointing with the blouses needing major alterations which were carried out no doubt but the result was they became so bad that they were not fit to be worn.
The third owner of a shop was a lady again who owned a shop in a busy part of Chennai who said she believed in taking the measurements of the customer for the blouse to be perfect. She wrote them down on her palm and promised to call me after the blouse was ready. I left my phone number with her and since no call came even after a month, I decided to visit her shop wading my way through the overcrowded road. Well, I realized giving measurements made no difference!
Not one to give up hope, I scouted for another tailor and this time was attracted by a board which read ‘Ladies and gents tailor’ and decided to try him.My husband who had a few shirt bits gifted by our relatives jumped at the opportunity of getting them stitched. Having collected the finished product/s we came home and I noticed my husband rushing back to him seething with anger.
What happened? I asked when he returned.
‘Do you expect me to wear these which look like a ‘circus goodaram?’ is what I told the tailor and gifted them to him, he said, his face looking all flushed in anger.
Now I am glad he has realized I don’t complain for nothing!
n.meera raghavendra rao