When the world seems to be going to hell in a handbasket woven of climate change and violent fundamentalism, it is natural, as you try to fall asleep at 1 am after a too-hectic day to turn to soothing things like an article about the clothes people wore to IIFA. But, there is no rest for the downtrodden, because it made me sit up in bed and exclaim: "Yeh kya ho raha hai Duryodhana! What is up with celebrity dressing in India?"

The clothes situation at IIFA was such a picture of neurotic crisis that even the fashion and celeb-watching columns were too depressed to be snarky. After all, gleeful shade can only be thrown when there is glorious excellence on display for contrast; a robust opposition so to speak. Otherwise, to criticise only seems to underline a sense of social hopelessness.