I have been in this city for the last one week. When I call my friends in Kerala, the first thing that they ask is about the chicks around. And this city is full of beautiful girls, indeed. All of them are very well dressed, and are very keen in showing their beauty to the people around. That makes a huge difference also. It's not that the village that I am hailing from didn't have good looking girls. There, none of them are concerned about make up and all.
Now, talking about the make up, how far do u think a girl will go for maintaining good looks? I don't exactly know, but quite far, I think. Whenever I go to a shopping mall here, I see girls walking on high heels, and some of those are so high that I start feeling that they are walking with stools under their feet.
It's quite evident that people, especially girls, in this city(In other cities also), do care a lot about dressing. And when I compare it with my personal standards, I am deeply embarrassed. When I was staying in hostel, during my B tech days, I used to wear the same jeans for three weeks. Each and every morning(Er,.. okay.. 9.30 is morning.. isn't it?) I would frantically search the heap of clothes in the room and the sole criteria of selecting a particular shirt(pants is fixed for 3 weeks) will be how it smells. Whether it is possible to suppress the smell with my deo. That would be the question being raised.
At least four or five times, I decided to change myself, and started to wash my clothes regularly. It would work fine for two weeks, then again, slowly slowly, it would fall back to the old track.
Such things are forgivable, when you are in a hostel, I think. Now things have changed. I am still pretty unorganized. I still spread chaos all around. I am still absent minded as ever. But I do care a little about my dressing. ('A little' is by my own standards only). Otherwise, I would have easily got thrown out of my house.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
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