That was a close shave!
The feeling was light; something missing, a new lease of freshness, a sense of smoothness, a sense of new ME.
It was January 15th 2007; time:12:25am. The day when I parted with something I always nurtured, pampered, took efforts to look good and keep in shape, and which to many really brought out the sense of manliness in me.
We were celebrating Jaadi’s placement in Erudite Construction Ltd. The man took his first drink after a 5-month long dryness. He had declared, he wouldn’t touch liquor till he got placed. So it was special night for him as it turned out to be for many who graced the occasion. The party went well and fine with the key players: Haward Rock, Peter Kitting, Partyboy & ULFA getting talli on the go; as always. Everything was as normal and usual as ever. The loud music, dance, video shoot and clicks to cover the auspicious event so that we could cherish it for a lifetime; were all falling in right places.
It was an hour after the second round of drinks that the men felt something was missing all along. The right amount of spice, entertainment, fun was just not happening. It was by then Harward Rock remembered “Man! Smith had promised to do his stuff by Jan 1st of this month. It was his New Year resolution.”. My shouts or better put it as pleadings of postponing the event were drowned in the loud music and shouts of 15 odd people around me, who were in the right mood to make it happen for all it was worth … “Do it now… now or never … else your in for it … we would have to do it forcibly…” . Was it their excitement to see me as a new ME, was it their attempt or better say their best of chances mera GM or their wish to make me look better… I would never know.
I was caught by the hand and tied down as if I was a wild horse on the run. But I never exerted force… “ WTF! I aint got any issues, leave me, I would do it myself ”, I said. But I was never to be heard. My shouts went down in vain. It was as if the entire lot wanted a piece of me under the wild surge they got from the liqour. Harward Rock started, followed by Peter Kitting who plucked the life out of me sticking the scissor up my nose. That was when I thought I did better take control of things here else I am gonna end up bleeding to death. Grabbed the ancillary from Peter Kitting and ran into the bathroom.
By the way I looked by then gave me the creeps. Bull Shit! It looks pathetic. How would it be by the end of it all. And the stage I was looking by then none could have helped me, not even a professional who was into all this. In life, what holds back a man from being something else he doesn’t dare to be is the fear. That night I shit the fear down the drain and was determined to give an answer to all who wanted to know how radically different would I be. Was it for me? I don’t know. Was it for someone else? I don’t know. As the sharpness and the freezing cold of steel touched me I could feel tremors passing through my head and reach my toe. Every single touch told me to stop, not any more. But something made me go on and on. As the darkness came to light my face began to shine all the more. I kind of liked it. Would I prove myself wrong?. I felt I would look better with some reminiscence left in me. But I guess it was too late for it all by the way things had proceeded. Haward Rock was already standing beside me holding up a new Presto he had jus got from Dude. He was begging to do his bit of the cleansing by then. But with God’s grace and a bit of help from PTC Maiyya I saved my neck. Now it was all upto me. With each stroke I could feel the roughness of plateau getting caught in between the blades and turning into smooth plain. “Do u wanna do this?”… The thought never went thru me. It was as if I was all set for this. Was it the drinks I took that made me go thru it with ease I will never know. But something in me always said, “ Show em’ you would dare to do something u would never have wanted to do. Discover something new in yourself. You don’t lose anything. Cos’ what you lost today would certainly come back to you. You got none out there to impress or justify your actions. What you become today or how you are tomorrow wouldn’t matter to anyone”.
By the end of the 5-minute struggle with steel cutting across my face; I was seeing a new ME. As the doors of the show opened I was out staring at faces one after the other who were taking a good look at me. Flashes from camera phones and camcorder started recording the historical milestone of seeing me in a new avatar. It was as if I had become a celebrity overnight. I was welcomed with howls, hugs, kisses and appreciation for the dare. Haward Rock was glad for I did it all for him on his say. Jaadi was glad for the GIFT I gave him on his placement. Peter Kitting was all joy for being his best roomie. Partyboy loved me for making Southies name proud. All had something or the other to say. From cries of being cool, to praises and appreciation for discovering a new young ME it went on and on for the entire night wherein which of them were true and which were sarcastic I would never know.
But what was in it all for me? I would never know or understand. Cos I didn’t feel anything. All I ever wanted in life was just be well-presented. Neither was I born great neither do I have greatness thrust upon me. Whatever may happen to me I would remain just the very same. And there it is: the new ME(according to others) without my 7yr old moustache. That was indeed a close shave!
It was January 15th 2007; time:12:25am. The day when I parted with something I always nurtured, pampered, took efforts to look good and keep in shape, and which to many really brought out the sense of manliness in me.
We were celebrating Jaadi’s placement in Erudite Construction Ltd. The man took his first drink after a 5-month long dryness. He had declared, he wouldn’t touch liquor till he got placed. So it was special night for him as it turned out to be for many who graced the occasion. The party went well and fine with the key players: Haward Rock, Peter Kitting, Partyboy & ULFA getting talli on the go; as always. Everything was as normal and usual as ever. The loud music, dance, video shoot and clicks to cover the auspicious event so that we could cherish it for a lifetime; were all falling in right places.
It was an hour after the second round of drinks that the men felt something was missing all along. The right amount of spice, entertainment, fun was just not happening. It was by then Harward Rock remembered “Man! Smith had promised to do his stuff by Jan 1st of this month. It was his New Year resolution.”. My shouts or better put it as pleadings of postponing the event were drowned in the loud music and shouts of 15 odd people around me, who were in the right mood to make it happen for all it was worth … “Do it now… now or never … else your in for it … we would have to do it forcibly…” . Was it their excitement to see me as a new ME, was it their attempt or better say their best of chances mera GM or their wish to make me look better… I would never know.
I was caught by the hand and tied down as if I was a wild horse on the run. But I never exerted force… “ WTF! I aint got any issues, leave me, I would do it myself ”, I said. But I was never to be heard. My shouts went down in vain. It was as if the entire lot wanted a piece of me under the wild surge they got from the liqour. Harward Rock started, followed by Peter Kitting who plucked the life out of me sticking the scissor up my nose. That was when I thought I did better take control of things here else I am gonna end up bleeding to death. Grabbed the ancillary from Peter Kitting and ran into the bathroom.
By the way I looked by then gave me the creeps. Bull Shit! It looks pathetic. How would it be by the end of it all. And the stage I was looking by then none could have helped me, not even a professional who was into all this. In life, what holds back a man from being something else he doesn’t dare to be is the fear. That night I shit the fear down the drain and was determined to give an answer to all who wanted to know how radically different would I be. Was it for me? I don’t know. Was it for someone else? I don’t know. As the sharpness and the freezing cold of steel touched me I could feel tremors passing through my head and reach my toe. Every single touch told me to stop, not any more. But something made me go on and on. As the darkness came to light my face began to shine all the more. I kind of liked it. Would I prove myself wrong?. I felt I would look better with some reminiscence left in me. But I guess it was too late for it all by the way things had proceeded. Haward Rock was already standing beside me holding up a new Presto he had jus got from Dude. He was begging to do his bit of the cleansing by then. But with God’s grace and a bit of help from PTC Maiyya I saved my neck. Now it was all upto me. With each stroke I could feel the roughness of plateau getting caught in between the blades and turning into smooth plain. “Do u wanna do this?”… The thought never went thru me. It was as if I was all set for this. Was it the drinks I took that made me go thru it with ease I will never know. But something in me always said, “ Show em’ you would dare to do something u would never have wanted to do. Discover something new in yourself. You don’t lose anything. Cos’ what you lost today would certainly come back to you. You got none out there to impress or justify your actions. What you become today or how you are tomorrow wouldn’t matter to anyone”.
By the end of the 5-minute struggle with steel cutting across my face; I was seeing a new ME. As the doors of the show opened I was out staring at faces one after the other who were taking a good look at me. Flashes from camera phones and camcorder started recording the historical milestone of seeing me in a new avatar. It was as if I had become a celebrity overnight. I was welcomed with howls, hugs, kisses and appreciation for the dare. Haward Rock was glad for I did it all for him on his say. Jaadi was glad for the GIFT I gave him on his placement. Peter Kitting was all joy for being his best roomie. Partyboy loved me for making Southies name proud. All had something or the other to say. From cries of being cool, to praises and appreciation for discovering a new young ME it went on and on for the entire night wherein which of them were true and which were sarcastic I would never know.
But what was in it all for me? I would never know or understand. Cos I didn’t feel anything. All I ever wanted in life was just be well-presented. Neither was I born great neither do I have greatness thrust upon me. Whatever may happen to me I would remain just the very same. And there it is: the new ME(according to others) without my 7yr old moustache. That was indeed a close shave!
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