Yesterday I happened to misjudge the weather and stepped out wearing my pullover sweater. Less than 5 mins into walking I realized that I was feeling too warm in it. I couldn't take off the sweater coz it would mess up my hair. If you're not a girl, it's likely you won't get this. Girls don't like their hair being messed up. If it appears messed up it's most probably coz they want it to look like that. I'm a typical girl when it comes to some things and thank god for that. If it weren't for these tiny, albeit important, preferences I would've opted for a tom-boy life.
So messing up my hair was out of the question. Besides, taking my sweater off would involve me stopping, setting my bag down and then peeling it off. That requires too much of work. I'd much rather not break my stride. My only other option was to go back home and take it off. I didn't want to do that. Another quirk about me: once I step out, I seldom like going in. It will require something extremely important for me to go back into the house. Basically, all my options were met by a cul-de-sac labeled 'My (annoying) Quirks'.
After much debate, burning my brain cells and agony I had decided to just go straight to Uni. Afterall, it's only a 17 minute walk. I was already 5 mins done, so that's only 12 mins. Good lord, if I hadn't wasted all this time thinking I could've walked faster thereby making it 10 mins! You twit.
It was at this point in time I went off on a new thought process. I noticed how I dislike the discomfort of overdressing much more than under dressing. It's embarrassing. Imagine dressed up as a pumpkin for a tomato ball? Okay, that's a rather ridiculous example. Imagine being dressed up as an Eskimo in Rajasthan. Alright, that's drastic. What about being stifled in a turtle neck sweater - however divine it may smell - when the temperature is something like 15 degrees?? I was chiding myself over my stupidity going to the extent of thinking that everyone must be laughing at this weird, small creature who is looking like her mommy sent her out wrapped up in every piece of clothing she could ever find!!!! Ahhhhhh! I tend toward quite ludicrous thoughts when I'm irritated with myself. That was when I saw this vision.
He was a guy I will not forget for a while. He was walking from the other end of the pavement. The sunlight was dancing on his back outlining his figure and giving his structure the feel of an angel. There was light bouncing off of him. As he came closer, I began feeling a smile make its way to my lips. I attempted to control myself, but my smile was directly proportional to how nearer he was getting to me. By the time he was a few feet from me this smile developed into an obvious lop-sided grin. The kind of grin I get when I know I will burst out laughing very soon.
This man was dressed in complete black. Shoes, pants, belt, shirt, vest (you could see through the shirt), hair, beard..except his sunglasses, everything was black. I betcha he could be wearing black undies. What's wrong with that? Not alot, I guess. Maybe he was inspired by Keanu Reeves in The Matrix. Who knows. He was really thin - he might've had a waist of 26 inches. That's only a part of what makes him funny. He was walking like he either needed to pee real bad, that he was so muscular that he had to raise his arms to the side a bit and walk with his legs thrown in opposite directions or he just waxed his armpits and pubic hair. I don't know what was the deal with the guy but he walked in a really strange manner. What made him a riot was his hair. He gelled it up in such a way that he had two devil horns on his head. To see that guy walking with the sunlight dancing on his horns was absolutely hilarious.
When he walked past me I couldn't help my grin and he looked at me defiantly. And I thought I was ridiculously dressed!
P.S - I was definitely pretty, well-dressed and cool today. Not cute. Pretty. Get that? If not, I'll gel your hair up like Devil Boy and make you walk down to Uni.
Note: On hindsight, I thought the guy was rather brave and cute when he looked at my defiantly. It's an honorable trait to think you’re hot. Not all of us have the guts for it
8 comments:
I know another friend of mine who does exactly the same. So did ya happen to meet the devil boy again sometime? ;)
tch tch..u sound like an escapist..:)..you'd rather worry bout the 15 deg and ur 5-gaga-going-minutes than the "overly-geled-doublehorned-boyorwhateverhe is-inblack". Your narration was such that almost for a moment I felt, sun light bouncing-archangel-like-creature gonna make ur day better..how wrong..hehe
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Hyuk hyuk! Love these autobiographical chronicles of yours (because, as you must be aware, they are soo c***). Best read at bedtime (er just because it's nice to go to sleep with a smile on one's face).
Keep up the good work lady!
Grey Shades - Believe it or not, I've seen DB something like 3 times since. I burst out laughing each time.
signman - Hehe. Wrong you were. But decent build up, I'd say.
Anon - Babe. I thought you deserted me!! Don't think kinky when you read before sleeping, okay. I'm still straight :p And thanks for the comment - much appreciated!
Good lord! He must think he has a stalker now :) That, or that this gal has a serious crush on me!
Well, I am not the kind of person who deserts people easily even if they come begging on their knees asking me to desert them :D. Don't worry, I am kidding, if they come begging on their knees I usually consider the request. And oye, I am straight too!!
Hope you are enjoying the Englsih summer.
Grey Shades - Are you a dude or dudette? I suspect DB thinks I'm stalking him tho, he's giving me different looks lately.
Anon - I'm glad you haven't deserted me - yet! How'd the exams go? Going, going gone? I'll catch you online soon.
If you have to know... i'm a dude! Man that sounded so lame... Why do you ask though?
Maybe you could just approach him one day and talk about the incident. I have a feeling it'll be fun!
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