Fashion literally means the style of dressing or behaving that is most popular at the time. My friend says she indulges in fashion whenever she gets time (a little funny).
Fashion exists in everyday life. It does not necessarily mean the way you style up your physical self but the manner of your existence, your habits, interests and perceptions.
Fashion in colleges are, however, very unique. In mine, unlike many others (and funnily enough), there is a fashion of agriculture; of studies and researches, laptops, movies and games, fully occupied libraries (because of the geeks and the lovebirds), a fashion of following the trend setters in the third and final years, a craze of musical bands, dancers, singers, seniors and achievers; rickshaws and bicycles; conspicuous absence of apparel fashion, gaping hole of girly make-up and “dude” boys (here, most probably, everyday simplicity is beauty), fashion of belonging to a bureau or society and our very own fashionable dish (pantnagarian style) – “the chhola-samosa”.
Every university, including mine, is a different detached world, buzzing and brimming with its own youthful energy, own predictions, own ways, own trends, cultures and traditions, own aims, compulsions, rules and patterns, revolts and resentments, love and crushes, studies, drugs, relations, friends, own inspirations, own awe, own coincidences, own markets, niche, own dreams, small wishes, happy places, “cool” hangouts, class cliques and acquaintances, own college stars and fans, mockers and dedicated followers- a hot and spicy broth of all of it. Every student has to drink it sooner or later. Its a spell under which everyone falls for sure.
Its a world of our own and we are proud to belong to it.