Taking off from where I left last time, which honestly I have a vague idea of, there is something inherently wrong with the way God intended men to be. Somehow or the other situations, and awkward ones at that, heave their ugly face up, only to leave us red and blushing or biting our tongue! It is already hard enough to suffer through the adversities of actually having to pick out something reasonable to wear for a traditional dance, to have the "how" to wear it shoved in your face. The sense of accomplishment on having picked out the kurta was so overwhelming, that in my over-zealousness I said "Yo!" to a chudidaar to go with it. Am a man of t-shirts and jeans. I'll go for the occasional kurta or shirt, but ideally something as simple as a t-shirt I can pull over my head with minimal effort makes me happiest. Oh well, I thought to myself, might as well just put in that extra effort.
Now the thing about a chudidaar is that its got rings around the ankles, and I always assumed, having looked at a lot of women's feet for fear of eye contact lest they start pointing fingers, that those came sort of "built in to" the entire pyjama framework. Do no patronise me at this point, because I swear I WILL hit you! So there I stood, in the bathroom, kurta on, pyjama on, and two elongated flippers dangling at my feet. Yes you read that right, I had no clue what to do with that tubular extra foot of cloth at my feet - do I use scissors? Would tying it up be an option? Or am I wearing it wrongly and probably a pyjama is not supposed to be as "low-waist" as a pair of jeans. No matter how much I struggled, that extra foot of cloth just would not disappear.
I resembled a merman to cut a long story short.
Succumbing to the futility of it all, I simply walked out with a blank look across my face, looked up to my friend and went - "What do I do with this flippy thingy or whatever?" There is no need for me to explain in detail how the reaction went, as it is very apparent how people usually react to my "innocent inquisitions" :|
On the bright side I know how to wear a chudidaar now, but that does not compare to having almost half a city know the "merman story". *sigh*
8 comments:
OH MY GAAAWWDD yaar... u didnt do justice to the merman story at all!! cummon!!! u left out the main description part.. of how u looked... plus my reaction... wat is this kshitij!!
haha you wanna give it a shot ? :)
i know u treatened to kill anyone who says this but... who doesn't know how a chudidaar works?!?! :P :D
Description of Mr. Gupta's conversion into a merman: At the end of a loooott of time locked in a room and trying to figure out why the "flippers" at the bottom extended a foot beyond his stick-thin legs, out he comes, with the flippers flapping away while he took baby steps towards me... trying not to fall down on the floor laughing, i asked him what the matter was.. he told me the ready-made chudidaar didnt fit and could i get a scissors to cut off the extra length? :D :D :D
I said sure, Mr. merman, but that's not exactly how it works... and went on to enlighten the dimwit... At the end, a bulb lighted up on top of his head... and the dawn of realization was upon him.. :D
oh, and the "blank look" u talked about can be termed as look of bewilderment, helplessness, confusion, puzzlement, perplexity, hopelessly-lost..... can u think of anything else? :P :D
haha .. good one vibs .. and there was no need for all the adjectives .. one or two would have been sufficient ! :P :P
well, i thot "blank look" as too boring, so i thot i d help u out wid alternate words.. u can take yr pick.. :P
vibs go jump in a well !!
hehehehe.. u said that after a looong time.. n gues wat.. i stil love it!! :D :)
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