Subhechcha Ganguly 
At a recent gathering in Gurugram, I sat beside a woman in her mid-sixties — immaculate in her designer wear, her French manicure catching the light as she scrolled through a digital RSVP list for a kirtan at her home. She adjusted her Dior glasses with quiet confidence and chuckled, “They call me the Nita Ambani of Gurugram.” The comparison wasn’t without merit — her aura exuded precision, opulence, and a well-curated sense of cultural pride.
In today’s elite circles, Nita Ambani has become more than a public figure — she’s an aesthetic, an aspiration, and for some, an instruction manual. Young women married into vast business dynasties increasingly mirror her — balancing temple visits with trunk shows, tradition with trend, all while maintaining the perfect Instagram persona. A Gucci-clad embodiment of soft power, Ambani has redefined how wealth and culture co-exist.
But beneath the surface of this polished perfection lies a quiet question: where has the passion gone?
As I watched another companion — flawlessly coiffed and entranced by an Instagram poll titled “Who wore it better at the Ambani wedding?” — I couldn’t help but reflect on a time when privilege wasn’t just about display but about purpose. When young women, regardless of their background, were driven by a desire to create, innovate, and leave a meaningful imprint.
Today, it seems, legacy is increasingly measured in likes, and luxury mistaken for purpose. The restless fire that once fuelled ambition appears to have dulled under the weight of curated lives and designer labels.
It’s time we ask — can there be a return to substance beneath the sparkle? And can the daughters of privilege become pioneers once again, not just poster girls for perfection?
