I matched them with black and brown leather belts as well as matching pairs of Ruosh. The stag of Allen Solly and the French chic Celio shirts had replaced most of the Park Avenues and Peter Englands. I enjoyed wearing Blues, Greys and Mustards in the formal shirts. I saw the techies even wear shorts to the office as they cycled into the campus, which they of course changed when they sat at their desks. I was basking in the warm yellow weather as I migrated to a completely different domain and at a tech company for the first time. Yes, the last season of Game of Thrones was upon us. “Winter is coming” was the mantra on everyone’s lips. And they were obviously hidden under the wool of different hues in V-neck, round neck and a few that covered my neck. As the winters became colder, T-shirts were the primary vests as I no longer wore formals. However, those formal shirts were hidden under sweaters and hoodies.
Dress blues crack#
Also, who cares what you wear at the crack of dawn? I did. Australia mate! Though I am a cricket fan who wakes up before 5 AM to watch The Ashes, starting as early as 4 AM to hop into a cab is never pleasant. I changed jobs and the nationality of the clients I served. Dad rolled his eyes as he had never bought “boot polish” for Rs 250. The Batas gave way to Ruosh which I treasure to this day.
Dress blues code#
The dress code was more relaxed as we could wear casual shirts without tucking them in and with the sleeves rolled up. When I got promoted within the bank, I moved up a couple of floors while also working at a time that was humane. So, I tucked away a few captioned vests for weekend jaunts to malls - oases of entertainment for Urban Bangaloreans. Of course, I learnt from the misadventures of my manager’s pet that printed T-shirts were still out of bounds. But I learnt soon that we could wear jeans, polos, round neck T-shirts. Having shopped enough to last me for a year, I continued wearing formals. That hurt more on Fridays when the ID-card-wearing corporate pets walked out with a visible spring in the steps and bright eyes looking forward to the weekend. I would go in when most others were exiting the tech park after their evening chai. All of you who have worked for the backend or middle office know what that means. Bata was my choice of formal footwear.Īfter six months of gruelling audits, I joined a bank and a custodian. An assistant manager, who was close to me, chided me for wearing casual leather shoes made by Woodland. We needed special written approval from HR! One fine Friday, I was in the cafeteria, waiting for 20 minutes for 2-minute noodles. The dress code was so formal that I had worn denims and a polo vest on just one Friday, thanks to the 4th of July celebrations. At times, snobbery is not such a bad thing. I was particularly fond of dark blue trousers and a pin-striped pale blue shirt with a Parker Pen in the pocket. For a grad student, who enjoyed the liberating denims and T-shirts, I had to shop for formals like there was no tomorrow.
Dress blues professional#
Yet, it was my first professional gig and I wanted to make a good impression. Though it sounds grand, we were paid peanuts, and I didn’t know the difference between cost-to-company (CTC) and actual income. I started my career in 2014 at a Big Four audit firm. But I am here to discuss another kind of Monday Morning Blues - the sartorial kind. A case of Monday Blues seems to have no cure.