Notice: I would like to state that I have high regard for women and whatever has been written here is just a light hearted take, more on myself than on anybody else.
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Coming out of train travel to an issue that is pestering me a lot these days...
My head has always been an avid follower of women's fashion. Long back, there was the trend of long flowing frocks, made graceful by the innumerable pleats, or else given a casual look by subtle crumples. These beautiful frocks used to lag behind just a bit as the lady walked, waiting to be chugged forward, whence the border lifted, ever so slightly with the step of the lady, only to fall back with panache on the fall of her step...just like a newlywed bride who, a bit shy, on being tugged so gently, so lovingly by the groom, smilingly lets herself fall into his embrace.
...Anyway, lets stick to the point. I was telling you that my head has been an avid follower...infact it has always tried to imitate ladies fashion. So, long back, it too had long flowing tresses with a wonderful whorl (so my barber used to say), sometimes combed neatly with lots of oil and at other times let loose for a real casual look. The long dense hairs, I could feel them lifting up, ever so slightly at each step, only to fall back softly, giving a smug kind of feeling. Ah! those days!
But slowly, things began to change. The dresses started becoming shorter, thinner, skimpier. They started showing a little bit of skin here, a little bit of skin there...and my head followed, with eyes closed. Gone the great whorl, gone the thick tutelage that had the smoothness of resham and, at the same time, the softness of malmal. What remained was just a rag...a chaotic collection of tatters sewn up by a seamstress in foul mood.
Still... Atleast the rags used to cover up properly. Now, even that luxury is gone. The dress is getting increasingly semi-transparent, and at all the wrong places. The cuts in hairline are getting deeper by the day, and the hairfall, almost as frequent as wardrobe malfunctions...
My head has always been an avid follower of women's fashion. Long back, there was the trend of long flowing frocks, made graceful by the innumerable pleats, or else given a casual look by subtle crumples. These beautiful frocks used to lag behind just a bit as the lady walked, waiting to be chugged forward, whence the border lifted, ever so slightly with the step of the lady, only to fall back with panache on the fall of her step...just like a newlywed bride who, a bit shy, on being tugged so gently, so lovingly by the groom, smilingly lets herself fall into his embrace.
...Anyway, lets stick to the point. I was telling you that my head has been an avid follower...infact it has always tried to imitate ladies fashion. So, long back, it too had long flowing tresses with a wonderful whorl (so my barber used to say), sometimes combed neatly with lots of oil and at other times let loose for a real casual look. The long dense hairs, I could feel them lifting up, ever so slightly at each step, only to fall back softly, giving a smug kind of feeling. Ah! those days!
But slowly, things began to change. The dresses started becoming shorter, thinner, skimpier. They started showing a little bit of skin here, a little bit of skin there...and my head followed, with eyes closed. Gone the great whorl, gone the thick tutelage that had the smoothness of resham and, at the same time, the softness of malmal. What remained was just a rag...a chaotic collection of tatters sewn up by a seamstress in foul mood.
Still... Atleast the rags used to cover up properly. Now, even that luxury is gone. The dress is getting increasingly semi-transparent, and at all the wrong places. The cuts in hairline are getting deeper by the day, and the hairfall, almost as frequent as wardrobe malfunctions...
Its all so embarrassing. And yet...I and my head know that times have changed, and we have no option but to adjust accordingly...We must and we indeed have, somehow, come to accept the present state of affairs.
But there is something that really, really worries me, something even more embarrassing, even more sinister, even more horryifying...it is the future :)
But there is something that really, really worries me, something even more embarrassing, even more sinister, even more horryifying...it is the future :)
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