Since change is an inevitable practice for human life, I also had a recent shift from the capital city to the commercial capital of Kerala in connection with a new job. Reaching here, I felt as if I lost the thread for creativity and that’s what, which has been preventing me from writing anything for my blog and reading the fellow bloggers’ posts.
Here in the new city, I began to live with X-En-Tric, and don’t ask me who is that, since he is familiar to all as the Decent Proposer of two of my previous posts. We here share a room just as the fictitious characters Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson did according to Sir Doyle. X-En-Tric often claims himself as Sherlock Holmes while I am his ‘my dear Watson’, whereas I often insist him to address me as ‘my dear Holmes’, and that is the only clash between us as per the present situation.
We decided to visit a gymnasium in order to bring in some benefit from our teaming up. So, we went to a sports-wear shop nearby and purchased some new t-shirts and tracksuits. The next day after waking up at 5’O clock in the morning we both began to dress up to make our first impression at the gym the best.
“Which tracksuit is better, this one or the other?” he asked me showing two tracksuits one in each hand.
“The maroon one looks good. You would look great in that stuff,” I said frankly.
“Okey!” he said.
“And it is better if you would wear that blue striped T-shirt,” I continued.
“Hmm...” he agreed.
“Wear that white canvass shoes, it would give you a chic look,” was my next suggestion.
He nodded while accepting all my suggestions as he had trusted me. My suggestions continued and finally he finished the task of getting ready with all my suggestions incorporated.
“Put on that cap which would add more superiority to your otherwise already superior stature,” I said my suggestion.
“You don’t have a cap?” while putting the cap on his head, he inquired.
“I have one, but today I won’t wear it. Because, if both of us wear caps, the gymnasium people would think that we are two detectives,” he did not smile.
Meanwhile, I also had completed dressing.
“As far as I am concerned, I don’t need dressing suggestions. Because, when I finish with dressing, I would feel a comfort and that’s how I know if I am well dressed or not,” I said. “And now, I feel that comfort, which means I am totally prepared to make the best first time impression at the gym,” I continued.
Quickly he threw a glance at me. I saw his face assuming a grave look while his eyes watching me.
I said, “Come, let’s go. We are already late”.
He said, “Wait...wait...I think there is some mistake in your appearance”
“Err...well...mistake in my appearance? I don’t think so, I am comfortable now. I am okey with it. You know, we together went and purchased this T-shirt, tracksuit, shoes and everything. And you found a mistake now in this last moment? Don’t tell me anything, let’s just go,” I said furiously.
“But no, I have to be frank and open to my friends. I will say the truth. I want to tell...” he said.
“Don’t tell...don’t break my confidence,” I insisted.
“I will tell it...the problem is with what you are wearing, your T-shirt,” he gasped.
“What’s with my t-shirt?” I asked.
He said with a grin, “You are wearing a girl’s T-shirt”
I sat sometimes in silence.