PS (Pre-Script): Contents are funny (or supposed to be), please proceed with a Smile!
I have come a long way to look decent, if not good! If you had seen me before marriage, you would be utterly surprised to see me now. My dressing sense has improved drastically, courtesy my wife, Saru. Today, the likes of Calvin Klein, Gucci and Ralph Lauren adorn my wardrobe.
Let me take you through my Journey.
Saru and I studied together in school though we were in different sections (sort of different classes because of batch size). I don’t remember speaking to her at length ever, so we didn’t know each other much. It was during my Summer Internship with IBM as part of my MBA curriculum much later in life that I somehow met her on Orkut, the Social platform that is no more. She was running her online business then and used to be on the Internet quite often. I at least remembered her name from school, so we found a way to talk.
After a few conversations which made us comfortable, we opened up a bit. As her Parents were looking for a groom for her and I also was not much away from my days, somehow we got into the discussion of marriage. I have always been pretty simple in life and have had a good corporate career even before getting into MBA which I was now doing from a pretty reputed college in India. Barring my looks, my professional and family credentials were noteworthy. Saru must have taken a note of them and she never worried about the looks anyway.
Soon, we decided to meet during my upcoming weekend trip to our hometown, Ambala. We told our families that we would meet informally at a neutral place. On the D-Day, I was such a nerd that I set out to meet her for the first time in a white T-shirt and dark-brown Pajama. What the heck, I think of myself now. Who with the complexion I have wears such terrible attire on a date! God knows what Saru would have thought about me then. Luckily, that’s history now.
Saru has worked hard on me, the way I look and the way I behave also. Not only the external appearance, but my undergarments have also been upgraded. Earlier, I used to go with my favorite Red Hill (a local brand famous in North India) so much so that I used to mock my wife ‘Red Hill ka kaccha Calvin Klein se achcha (Red Hill’s brief is better than Calvin Klein’s),’ but now it’s more of Hanes and Jockeys of the world.
But considering the wacky looks I sometimes get from ladies around, I still feel there is some scope for improvement. For a consolation, at least now they are looking at me. I can now relate to how much elated ladies feel when we look at them and why they spend so much on their make-ups. Makes me feel I should increase Saru’s monthly allowances.
So guys, take it from me – what you wear is how people perceive you. It is very essential to be properly dressed; who knows, you might just get lucky with that lady you have been dreaming about🙂
PS (Post-Script): If you ever see multiple creases on my Trouser or Shirt, it means I recently had an argument with Saru and I have been ironing my clothes.