Cut to size

At times most of us need some alteration to be done to our clothes. Whether it is to reduce the length, increase the waistline or even change a defective zip. On Lodhi Road in New Delhi you have a whole row of alteration specialists going under exotic names like 9th Wonder, 12th Wonder and even Wonder Ka Wonder. However, tailors in Bangalore are a snobbish lot. They feel it is below their dignity to accept such menial jobs like alteration.

In our apartment complex we had a tailor named Ramanna who thrived on doing alteration work. He had been provided a place in the basement along with the ironwallah. No one knows what exactly he used to do in the past but from the time he arrived here it was like manna from heaven for the residents.

I bought a lot of ready-mades in a sale in the US. However, as my physique is nowhere near that of an average American these clothes were lying unused for a long time. Thanks to Ramanna I was able to resurrect them. He in turn reduced the length of trousers, narrowed the bottom, removed or added bottom folds. He even converted my Nordstrom gabardine trousers to stylish golfing shorts. 

For shirts he  shortened the half sleeves, altered the full sleeves cuff, or even reduced full sleeves to half sleeves. However, there were times his judgement went haywire. A couple of Hilfiger shirts had to be shortened. He took the measurement and returned the altered ones in an hour’s time. Unfortunately, he forgot that American shirts generally have a curved cut on the sides. So the front length was okay but he had gone ahead and cut the sides too, in a curve. When I wore those shirts they looked like something the modern Indian girl wears on top of her jeans!

My wife gave blouses to be altered or a fall to be stitched on a sari. In a weak moment she also gave him a brand new material to stitch a salwar-kameez. Ramanna was at his creative best. One leg of the salwar had vertical stripes and the other one had horizontal ones. He claimed there was not enough cloth to match both the legs. If that had been designed by Manish Malhotra or Abu Jani my wife would have worn them and showed off.

Unfortunately, Ramanna has a weakness for a tipple. He used to complete quickly any work given to him on a Friday morning and collected his money immediately. The after effect of a hangover generally delayed his arrival to work on Saturday mornings.Several times there were  moves to throw him out. Most residents, including yours truly, stood by him and persuaded the residents’ association to keep him back.

But his stay did not last long.Soon after he moved on to greener pastures.Presumably to do a Tarun Tahiliani on an unsuspecting housewife at some other apartment complex.