Gudds and Jeju. That’s what we called each other. I remember the first time we met, in 1989.
The late Rohit Khosla introduced me to this crazy guy with orange hair who loved to dance and have a good time. That is my earliest memory of Rohit Bal. He had graduated a few years earlier, and his label was already a few years old.
I was an award-winning student designer from the National Institute of Fashion Technology (NIFT) and had decided to launch my own label too, upon graduation. In the early ’90s, I had my first commercial show at The Grand Hotel in Kolkata. We were a trio showcasing there: Rohit Bal, Rohit Khosla and I.
We were so young, so confident. I was sure that since I was a star student, whatever I created would be sold out. Suffice it to say that my first collection was a complete disaster.
Nothing sold. They understood the market. They sold everything.
We laughed about that, and I learnt my first lesson. I tell this story to illustrate the kind of kinship that existed and the kind of evolution that is possible, when you’re in the company of good people. One of Rohit Bal’s first noticeable triumphs was during Anil Ambani’s wedding, in 1991.
He cut up several jamawar shawls and appliqued them onto fabrics, to create some exquisite bandgalas. In our fledgling fashion industry at the time, people were noticing the brilliance that this man brought. It was such a different world.
No social media. No fashion magazines. A single fashion institute in the entire co.
