Why do I have to Shave? - #WillYouShave
Why
to Shave?
I
was the guy who once used to force this question on anyone who would
ask me to shave and would complain about my un-kept look.
Before.Not looking that bad though ;) |
Mom
would say I look like a goon: "a Mawali"
I
would ask Why do I need to Shave?
I
used to be lazy and would shave once in two or three weeks, that too would just trim using the trimmer.
I
never saw the point in putting efforts to get a clean shave. Grooming
was not one of my priorities.
So
I just asked "Why to shave?".
I
got my answer.
When
you just cross the age of 20 you might still feel like a teenager
inside, but the world doesn't see you as one.
Especially
the actual teenagers don't. They see and treat you as adults. I dont
know if this becomes a issue for everyone, but I didn't like this idea of being considered much elder than I am.
To
be more clear, it is the feeling of being called Uncle I am referring
to.
Would
narrate the incident, which gave my answer for the question
"Why
to Shave?"
Once
on my way back home from railway station, I took a sharing auto
rickshaw.
I
was sharing it with two pretty girls. On my entry in the auto I had
received a warm smile from them which didn't mean much, but yet felt
good.
The
topic they were talking on was a funny one and gave me a chance to
share few chuckles with them.
It
was a journey of odd 15 mins. The girls asked the auto driver to take
a detour from the regular sharing auto route as they did not wish to walk more and
the detour would take them right next to their destination. The
driver declined by telling it would effect the other passenger
referring to me. He was right, this detour would add 5 minutes to my
walking time before I reach home.
Then there was 10 seconds of silence after which I
spoke.
I
said I am okay with it. Both of the girls went Yayy!! and thanked me
with another smile.
I
replied with a smile.
Trust
me, it was not my attempt on flirting rather I was just being good.
On
reaching the destination, the girls got down and paid the fare. The
auto driver demanded for more as he had taken a detour. The girls did
not agree and the argument continued. I got down and interrupted by
asking him how much I had to pay. The driver demanded 5rs extra
from me too.
Listening
to that, one of the girls said
"This
is a loot! You are demanding extra money from Uncle too".
All
I did next was pay the fare and walk away from them as fast as I
could.
The
extra 5 minutes walk now seemed so long that I cursed myself for
accepting the detour for the girls.
All
the time while I walked only one word echoed in my mind.
"Uncle"
I
wanted to figure out what made them say so.
When
at the door, I rang the bell repeatedly (usually what I do when
irritated).
Mom
was equally irritated when she opened the door.
"What
is the hurry"
I
just got in.
"When
will you shave? You look like a mawali"
That
was it, I went to my room and stood in front of the mirror. I could
see the unkept stubble om my face.
I
got my answer, this is what made the girls call me "Uncle"
Next
thing I did was to get rid of all facial hair and get slick with a
clean shave!
So
what will you choose Guys??
To
Shave or to be called a uncle?
Will
you shave?
<After ;)
I
thank Blogadda and Gillete to come with this blog prompt as I got a
reason to share my story with all the readers!
You
too can blog about your #WillYouShave stories & if lucky win
prizes!
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nice post
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