I have always treated them with loads of affection and some of them with high respect. They were instrumental in presenting me at various occasions and have been the reason for loads of head turns and a reason for starting conversations. They definitely make up 50% of me where ever I go and I believe that they are the most essential to build self confidence.
I am speaking about my shirts. I definitely am crazy about shirts and brands and like to flaunt the best ones in parties and functions. I care for them like they are a part of my body. When I was home, there was a time when I never even used the detergent on them. It was substituted by shampoo for I have a feeling that the detergents will be hard on them and destroy the fabric. Such is the care I have taken and still, there was this black Saturday for me and them.
Not many shirts had lined up for the wash but I thought there was enough inner wear and socks and pants and it was time to take them to the wash machine. It is a brand new Siemens with loads of programmable options and I set it up in the best way to suit the shirts. Special non caustic detergent was added and the temperature of water was set to 40 degrees. The rotations per minute were optimum and the wash time was ninety minutes. After switching it on, I went on to make a brilliant Saturday morning breakfast. Hot steaming pongal with coconut chutney. The breakfast was devoured over a conversation with my mother and I finished reading the morning papers online. It was then time to take the clothes out for drying.
It was a total disaster. The brand new ‘jockey’ that was sent to me for diwali was a spurious product. The colour had washed out and it was all over the other clothes. My soft cotton linen white shirt with brilliant green, red and orange stripes had turned a shade of grey. Gone with it was a couple of white vests. It was such a painful moment for me, to take the damaged shirt in my hands. Memories of when I wore that shirt came flooding back and that made the situation more unbearable.
I didn’t throw away the shirt, but did the spurious jockey. Next time I wash my clothes, I am going to wash this stained shirt along and see if the colour will drain away. If not, it still remains white in the photographs.
3 comments:
machi... good one.. though u can use some kinda suspense turn-over. you started brilliantly in the first para.. you could easily turn in around inthe last moment.. and also capitalise the sentence, i am talking about "SHIRTS". :D . u see when i started reading it, knowing you as i know u, i thought there must be something crazy.. the bubble was growing bigger with more suspense on whiteness and your like-ness.. suddenly you broke the bubble by saying that you are talking about shirts.. :D.. so its always good to write with vigour and suspense which suits your style and also your style of writing.. :D .. anyway its still well written and thouroughly enjoyed it. :D.. btw who sent you the Jockey?? who inthe world sent a jockey as a diwali present?? may be us hurt some feelings there :D :D .. thats why a spurious jockey.... in order to destroy the peace of life-moments of confindence you had in wearing those shirts.. just joking... :D.. GREAT BLOG..
@VM : dai.. u know the traditional line up for diwali.. it includes everything with new shirts and pants ! :-) It was a part of that... it wasnt just the spurious one alone !!
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