Ever wondered why the phrase ‘Let’s go out for a bite’ brings about a commotion in your house similar to the ones preceding the commencement of a fashion show. You probably wouldn’t have if you were one of the models. But if you are that lone wolf spectator then you would surely find the upheaval if not irritating enough to be on your nerves then certainly funny. In those immensely tiring 50 minutes (it should have taken just 10) you witness A Storm of Scarves, Apparel and Metallic Things. How’s that for a title of my personal growth book you wonder. You’re out in the lobby in 5 and the rest are still negotiating terms and signing treaties over borrowed(without asking) clothes. You are going out for a snack, not invited to The Queen’s for dinner for God’s sake. In the midst of many adjustments of appearances you finally reach your destination. Then just as you reach the door to the restaurant your eldest cousin pulls you back and makes a p...