OF EGOS & SOCIAL BISOU-BISOU

Summer is almost over and the "BER" months near,  glittering events and parties are promising, but how about your social nightmares, like meeting someone you intently avoid up close and personal? should you apply vanishing creams on your skin...or prick yourself feeling like a balloon and hope to burst and disappear on thin air?

Conversations, even apologies for it, are supposed to follow greetings in social gatherings -- whether they are in the form of Hi, How-are-you-I-am-fine, Great-to-see-you, or even those bisou-bisou moments.

 Increasingly, however, here, it was a face-off between avoiding or pretending they don't exists, kind of thing. But this time  a stand-off for an eternally long two minutes, during which the two of you silently deliberated on whether to kiss or not to kiss.

The awkward moment passed .... no bisous, not even a half-knowing  plastic smile  and then  continued  pirouetting and gliding like swans on the lake...but in two different directions!!!!

Is there, I wonder, a silent shift of tectonic plates taking place under the edifice of social etiquette? or perhaps, the snobs are a bit in retreat from their obeisance to the fashion rules of social intercourse. Come to think of it those whose ascension to the paradise of the chosen ones has already taken place are horrified by the fact that kiss and made up doesn't happened overnight. Egos, egos and egos, wearing dark shades of Tom Ford and feeling like either Anna Wintour or Stevie Wonder...in distress...and yes do pout or exercise the stiff- upper-lip moments.

 Ah yes, apropos the-paradise-on-earth for the wannabes: To find a place amongst the chosen in our times, you need an entrée into the inner sanctums of parties and events in venues and areas discreetly cordoned off. 

A nodding acquaintance with somebody who knows somebody who is friends with somebody who knows somebody who is part of your  inner circle of friends; who has had breakfast in Bangkok, lunch in Hongkong and relaxing in Singapore...oh lalala......

Interestingly, while the ‘muahh-muahh’ may disappear, but the competitive banters sunk in, about their vacations, new Chanels and LV's..and even their acquisitions of personal dieticians, personal therapist and personal psychic masters!

Perhaps, it’s time we turned in our social life for meaningful  friends and conversations –conversations without agendas, deep and meaningful conversations are happier than those who generally unfashionably talk about nonsense in style and trends.

 And then there’s always your analysis. But, that’s only one point of view....one direction. Build your own parties and invite your collective butterflies to massage your ego.