Remember the time when we used to wear different costumes to the “Fancy Dress” competition conducted in our school/other’s? Golden times – Fun filled and totally mind-boggling!
Guess, I was a born actor and may be talented as well, look at my profile, for the roles I’ve played – I once dressed up as Krishna and yes, there was a girl who dressed up as Radha and we both stood against a wall and stood and stood and it goes on…! Cute, she was. Childhood crushes – die-hard. (Have you ever watched a movie Little Rascals? If not, do watch or place an order to me and I’ll pass across a copy by borrowing it from my friend – We had girl hater’s gang as well!) Next à Played a role as an elephant in ‘Snow White and the seven Dwarves’ with my friend playing Wabbit. Talent à Went around the girl (Snow White) ‘Ynaaaaaaa…’. RAW Talent! Then chance beckoned up on for, to play a role of ‘Hanuman’, and this time went around ‘Sai Baba’ like a champ (read it as chimp?!) – people actually said I topped and also added afterwards that they noticed a monkey on the wall turning red (It was hard to convince them that the being on the wall wasn’t me! Also, had to put up with the neighbours – feeding their kids telling “Eat or he’ll come and take it away”. Sigh! Hmmm… No wonder those monkeys in ShivGange respected me. (Thoughts of ‘evil’ colleagues’ mind! Cool!)). Years passed, school changed and reached higher secondary and there was a different kind of Fancy Dress competition, where we used to mimic Lallu and other great Mahans. My talent, by this time was world-renowned and I was begged not to showcase my talent anymore, so I backed out and left the amateurs to play it. Those beautiful years.
Time changed and now I’m a Software Engineer in a not-so-respectable company (people would say “What was the name again?” and I would blush! Sigh!). We play Fancy Dress competition in a different way, but it is the same in most of the way. Wearing different costume during working day of School is always some fun, likewise in our company – we call it Ethnic Day! No idea whether it is done in other S/W companies as well, but we have it here. My usual costume is Dhoti and a Kurta/Shirt. My comfort factor wearing a dhoti is virtually nil. The last time I wore, I resembled like a Rickshaw karan – reason: the dhoti I wore came until my ankles only! Moreover, I tried hard this time to make it come until my feet, but gash! I was made a kaka again! It took me almost 90 minutes to come in terms with the costume; it never held its position. Well, to the rescue came my belt! Well, he was the saviour for the entire day albeit I frequented to the restroom many times. Tying it is one mayhem but then came the next – walking. Man!, guess, I would’ve learnt how to walk quickly when I was 3, but blimey! with this, it was miserable. Ask my colleagues, they know it better. I do not how our woman folks wear a saree and roam around! Should be an art, I guess! Salute, folks!
Finally, when the clock ticked 1745hrs I rushed home to change to any normal attire that actually stood wrapped around me instead of slipping away. People/ on-lookers on the roads actually found that I was wearing dhoti for the first time – judging by the way I walked. Terrible, to been 'seen through'!
Sianara folks!
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