An Evening With The Interior Designer of TataZest

Tata Zest

Welcome to Trumatter.

This arvo we are live blogging from Goa for #TataZest #ZestUpYourLife, their new car that’s to be launched next month, and one that shows quite a lot of dynamism for a car in its class.  I know, you must be going completely berserk to see me talk about a car in this wee space of mine which caters with mainly beachy DIYs and beach decor but believe me I had some real good reasons to do this post. I can guarantee you that when the post ends, you’ll not only forgive me but thank me too for some great dope on car interiors.  After all, its not only the engine & the engineers that maketh a car. Its also a set of talented interior designers! And tell you what? Designing an engineered product is much, much more difficult than designing our homes. It’s decor taken to another level: a place I had to go explore head first.

Tata Zest Interiors_ Trumatter

Honestly, I am not the person who understands cars or even pretend to. I can only tell you so much about a car which would include its stability, the smoothness, how it handles on corners, on road and how it is on a very high speed. But I am definitely the person who has an eye for decor, detail and good aesthetic. The dashboard in the new Tata Zest quite took me by fancy. Chrome, matte black, shiny, glossy black and clever tones of grey played trickily in here to give the car dashboard a modern, luxury sport vehicle look. This is not Tata..this is a better Tata. So, if you are a wee bit interested in interiors of a car or interiors in whole, this post will serve you the lot. If you are a decor nazi, you have to know this sector: who knows tomorrow auto-themed homes might be in fashion 😉

As a decor/ interior enthusiast I am always on the look out for delving deep into the elements that together make “decor” in cohesion. And having a husband who takes me everywhere to experience things with him, even to the mechanic, I know what a good car interior should look like. I am more than happy to venture out of home and look into sectors like shop, cars, offices and study their decor… It’s interesting to know how with almost the same principles and a little bit personalization people are rocking it stylish everywhere. But when it came to cars, I had a couple of questions.

Tata Zest Interiors_ Trumatter

I could never understand why most cars come with interiors in beige, light tones, grey or black? Why not fur and only typical car fabric? How do you choose motifs or patterns in fabric while designing the interiors? Can we just about use any pattern? How close it is to home decor? What is the significance of two tones in a car seat and its body interiors? Well, ofcourse, if your car is “primped” by the badass Texas boys and Ice-Cube is talking about it, then you don’t need to ask such questions 😉 In that case you’d have a snazzy yellow riveted car seat and oh-my-god-60’s-retro-gold grille, oh and maybe a candy dispenser in the boot too that has a pipe in your dash board to take you to the candy shop! You’d just have anything and everything that is no-where close to the cars we, common day mendicants drive. You have a right to leave this boring post right here because you my friend are rich. But if you are like me, these questions might have crossed your mind.

In addition, I am very interested in the core philosophies of decor. You’d look at a home and you’d exactly know the people who live in. Your decor is an extension of who you are and what you believe in. Similarly, what goes in a car interior designer’s head when he/ she is designing something that has to appeal to thousands of people and yet make it in a way where each must find their own voice while driving the machine? Bro, it’s a tough job and it had been in my mind for years to take a look into car interiors and its nitty-gritties. Thanks to blogadda and Tata Zest for flying us away to a wonderful workshop in Goa where I finally found the answers to the nagging questions that wormed my head.

You’ll see how you always overlooked these details in a car!


After a masterclass on Tata Zest, I ran to the interior designer of the car in question: Shilpa Bandyopadhyay is her name and she is a zesty, smiling talented girl whom I think I quite caught by surprise with my ultra philosophical (read stupid) questions. But patiently, she answered me everything like the crystal ball would.

1) My first ever question was Sum up the car interior in a sentence. This is what she had to write to me!

“Cocooned in a new age definition of luxury sport.”

2) Hmm, which means I got the car right! But hey you’ve got a curious cat infront of you. My next question made me feel like 100 kilos lighter: You know, I’ve kept the question inside of me for too long. Why are car interiors in beige, white, black, grey and tones of only these color.

Wowza, the answer questioned my own intelligence. Bright colors in a car can be distracting for the driver as well as other drivers on the road. That is why a set of standard colors for interiors. Oh, okay…which means you have only 4 colors to play with and yet you are expected to come up with an interior that brings out a wow: all different, each unique? I thought my job was difficult!

3) My third question to Shilpa was How do you choose the fabric. Why not lace and satin? Okay, lace and satin is what I did not ask but that is where I was headed. Im a shabby chic beach decor girl…I’d like a bit of lavender love everywhere…

But it looks like, designing the interiors of a car is definitely more challenging than designing the interiors of your home. You can use and only use 100% pure polyester. Why?

a) It is cost effective and easily available

b) The fabric meets the high performance standards, such as durability. You will be using a car minimum of 5 years. Durability also means that you can get in and out of the car repeatedly without damaging or dulling the seat fabric.

c) It withstands blazing desert sun or below-zero temperatures and still tolerate moisture buildup in warm, humid climates.

In addition, there are 7 or more parameters to be kept in mind while designing the car interiors.

Okay, so that rules out the lavender satin seats.

4) My fourth and final question was: What motif do you look for while choosing the fabric? What did you look for in Zest.

The motif must be catchy, small and again, not too distracting and bright. An ideal car fabric design will be one which matches with the core philosophy of the car, syncs with the exterior and consoles.

For the #TataZest which incorporates a healthy mix of sport, luxury and comfort with its shiny black, chrome, a touch of biscuit and matte black and grey, her go to fabric was one that complimented the consoles. Plain grey for the rims of the seat, a light grey-on-dark grey mid fabric for layering. For the Zest, she also chose a fabric that’s predominantly Indian in motif and yet was funky. Indian, owing to its make, funky owing to its target audience and the young blood that flows through its veins. Love the kaleidoscope, I do.


That’s the fabric incorporated in seats. And here’s her:



Lovely meeting her and the entire Zest team: mind you, this is just how much went into the fabric and console. Did you ever think that so much goes into your car seat? No wonder my husband gets furious when I keep muddy rose plants on it.

Thank you Tata Team for this wonderful opportunity.

Thank you Blogadda for making me 3 kilos lighter.

Thank you Shilpa for giving us so much.

It had been awesome.

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What I’m Wearing In Goa To The Blogadda & Tata Zest Bloggers Meet

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Goodmorning people! How shocked are you to see a fashion post from trumatter? One that involves a little beachy-casual dressing for the weekend? It was so much fun putting my extreme lack of fashion sense to test, but I think I’m doing well with a light blue straight fit denim, a cotton shirt, my favorite grey tank, a beige scarf and a bit of funky silver.

It’s the Trumatter you have been knowing, travelling to Goa for an exclusive Blogger’s meet to check out the new TATA car: TataZest. Thought I’d show you how to wear jeans 3 ways (haha, it’s just one way) and a bit of accessory love thrown in from the girl who never does fashion. I mean come on, in this household, we sport PJs with ease and dress that up with a good top or two to push it as a funky pant. Whom are we kidding.

I recently had a conversation with a bloggy friend of mine who is totally into fashion and an amazing blogger too: she told me Goa is not for mommy jeans. Honestly, I think similarly too and did try to sport some dresses. But thing is mommy jeans has seeped in to my genes and that’s the only thing I am ever comfortable in. So here’s my pick for what to wear when you are miserable with fashion.

Dress Day 2Dressing up the same jeans with a white cotton top, a touch of black and gold, for the evening. A friend gave me this necklace and I hold it very dear. Also, would you believe if I told you that I packed all of this, now? Like right now.

And I have exactly 30 more minutes to go and get dressed and reach the airport to fly to Goa. I’m simply pushing it with this blog. Absolutely pushing it. To top, its raining like crazy today here in Mumbai and I see so many missing flights. Jesus Christ, me and paranoia are best friends specially when it comes to travelling. I always have this eerie feeling that I am gonna miss my flight, my train, my bus. To live with Paranoia I tell you…

Dress Day 2 Optional


Day 2- morning, i choose to add in a bit of floral for the love of Goa. A ‘kameez’ or ‘kurti’, same jeans, a turquoise ring, Darjeeling stone pendant, gold and black sandals.

I don’t know how stylish these ensembles are or if I accidentally put together major fashion flaws but hey, that’s me. This is more power to a casual beachy fashion where you sport mommy jeans with super style and tell that’s the rage 😉

What do you think?

Toodles and you have a lovely saturday.

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My Role Model: Celebrating Men Who Make A Difference


What a place to get refreshed: The boy in Chandra Tal Lake, 4,300 metres, Himalayas.

My Role Model! Yup, its time you all had an exclusive sneak peek into my soul and not just my house. It’s time I let you into my life and told you about those two people who shaped me into who I am, being who they are and what they do and the way you like me. The old whites in my tatty house made me think beyond white paints this arvo…

Sipping a cup of tea, thinking of all the wonderful accolades, it dawned upon me that maybe it’s time to stop, reflect and show gratitude to those men whose everyday greatness brought me here. Greatness that they will never talk about or will go down in history. Then again, history celebrates the big, the cheat, dead, the sung, the cruel, and the bloody. History doesn’t celebrate the living. History doesn’t celebrate those everyday little things that transform people and their lives, making history. History doesn’t celebrate those unspoken moments which become the very pivot of our existence. History never celebrates the common day mendicants’ uncommon dilemmas and the people in whom they find answers. Heroic has a very twisted connotation in our world. This is greater than history. This is celebrating those men of solid steel who change your life uncelebrated, unspoken. Those who do but never demanded a piece of any of those awarding pies. Those who become the Rainbow in your cloud etching a spot in your heart, everyday. They never speak much, they go unsung. Reason why we should talk about them so “So long lives thee, this gives life to thee”. No? That’s Shakespeare by the way. Sonnet, 18.


He taught me how fun is riding a rickshaw in Thailand

This blog post is about immortalizing those people who taught me to not just learn but unlearn and relearn. Not just look but perceive. Not just do but perfect. Not just comfort but explore. Not just make but innovate. Not just take but seek. Those great human beings who makes me call them My Role Model. Today, it gives me much pleasure to break it to you that behind this one happy- if not successful by society standards- woman there are no women but two Men: two stout, strong men; dissimilar by design, distinctively individualistic with very strong views and yet undifferentiated by values. They are two opposites and yet strikes such a beautiful balance in me: I feel honoured that they are my men. Both. And I am a proud woman simply because of these two men in my life. What you don’t know is I began my life as a fat kid, uncool, scared, nervous and always taken for granted. I am still fat but I am strong as steel inside out.

Before I get to my role models, let me tell you this celebration doesn’t end with them for I know 4 more extraordinary gentlemen who has somehow or the other contributed to this evolution called Rukmini Roy. This post is dedicated to those 2 + 4. If you are reading this: Your mother, wife and sisters must be so proud of you, for who you are.

379937_10150587314054989_1999734084_nI’ll begin with this man because having come to my life for only 8 years, his significance is so massive that I’m having to take his name first as my role model. Rohan Kadam is his name and he practically scooped the scared, fearing, crying me up and changed my life. Many years ago, he told me, “Your life will be divided in two parts. One before you met me, the other after you met me.” And believe me so has happened. He made it happen. One of the many things that makes me ever so grateful to this man is the fact that he taught me how to stand up for myself. He taught me how to tell NO to things, decline what’s wrong, stand up for what’s right even if it means offending people you love. He taught me how life is never about the sofa you buy, indoors < outdoors and that you can be everything all at the same time. He taught me how to live a complete life and not get typecasted. He forced me to join him in a band and sing, the praises of which I enjoy is the fruit of his labour. He pushed me off boundaries only to help me climb. He rebuked me only to make me perfect. He critiqued me to tears so I can set benchmark. He taught me to face fears, face facts, be strong. He told me to travel by going miles himself and telling me how insignificant life’s problems are when you are facing the great Himalayas. He filled me with good music, exposed me to brilliant movies, books and literature. And in doing all this, he never asked me to change who I was from within. I was a rock. He was the river that sometimes lashed its water on me and sometimes gently flowed by me, everytime shaping me into a shiny, smooth pebble which now many would find beautiful. He is the makeover I really needed for my soul. From bars to road trips to marriage ceremonies and hill-top parties: We did it all together collecting memories getting wiser. He is the one who never believed in keeping me away from life’s pressures or situations. He taught me how to deal. And then one day, when I have learnt it all, he went ahead and asked me to marry him. That’s a man you should celebrate.


And then there’s my Role model since 1986: He doesn’t have another name than “Dad”

The ‘immaterial, quick to say sorry’ me is the direct result of who’s daughter I am. For the longest time that I have known him, I have not seen him buy anything for himself. Having made large architectural plants and many a government rest homes, he built his own house in a not so posh area in Kolkata: a little nook, beautifully frugal. He never denied me what I wanted but everything had to be earned. Other than smothering us with toys, he took us to great forests that belts the lesser Himalayas. Other than telling us how to be good women, he taught us how to be good human beings. He taught me how the one who apologizes for a fault that’s not even hers gives the person a higher pedestal than the one who demands it. He taught me how forgiveness is the greatest insult to tyranny. He taught me how to ignore and yet not be rude. He told me how people who has little knowledge are always the most boisterous, loud, self-loving. He made me see the how this world is full of unnecessary dramatic situations that could have been avoided with a simple apology. He taught me how to hear and not listen if that’s tarnishing your soul. He taught me how to be in the middle of everything and yet be in nothing. He taught me to chase happiness and not money and told me that the only thing that you must aim at being rich is everything that money can’t buy. I am proud to be his daughter. People say hard hitting is the only way to inculcate values in children: I do not believe that. He is a man who never hit us, never rebuked us and yet effectively soldered the values in our veins. Seeing him, we learnt and never forgot! That’s the difference between a tutor and a role model.

He told us to keep good company because a good company is the most important find of your life: happy that I ended up being friends with some of the greatest men I have known through Rohan. I sometimes wonder how I would have been without these people in my life? Coincidentally, other than one other girl, all my friends are men. Those men are my only friends. People who taught me to laugh, taught me patience, taught me music, taught me how to react to criticism. While some taught me photography, some taught me how to see rainbow over clouds and some- well, nothing at all but how to finish a cheese cake in exactly 4 minutes. But tell you what? These are great men. Men, who are my friends and who should be celebrated.

Proud to have the two as my own and know the 4. My world ends here.