UNTITLED – SHOULD ACTUALLY BE CALLED ‘PAH’ OR ‘AARGH’ OR ANYTHING THAT SUCCESSFULY INDICATES GENERAL DISPLEASURE

I have always maintained that the world is not ready for men in pink shirts. My belief in this was only strengthened after meeting with a certain sponsor. What the man was thinking I have no idea, but somewhere in between getting his hair straightened and a French manicure at his own spa, he must have inhaled noxious fumes that successfully gummed up the works. This is the only plausible explanation that I can think of, that explains the shirt.

To begin with he sent me a message informing me that he would be wearing a pink shirt, so that I would be able to identify him! The meeting was supposed to be at college, and so I had to go to the gate to find the wretched fellow! And sure enough, there he was in his pink shirt. He returned my polite “Hello” by blowing cigarette smoke in my face, and asking me whether he could come into college with the cigarette! Once he put the thing out, and the smoke cleared I could see him clearly. A little too much of him if you ask me, that ghastly shirt had no buttons! Getting him past the watchman took a fair amount of time, because the git insisted on talking to that watchman with a fake American accent, though he was talking to someone on his cell phone with perfectly good Malyalam. And once inside college, he insisted on walking around to see things, and I had to walk with him. Embarrassing is what it was! Teachers glared, girls stared, ogled, and some even pointed and laughed. I was only too happy to show him out when he was done.

This story does have a moral:
1. There is a sucker born every minute – honestly how else do you explain someone wasting good money on a pink shirt with no buttons on it?!
2. Suckers give you money to run fests!
3. The dogs in college confuse men with straightened hair and plunging necklines, with women, and hence do not bark at them.

Vaishali