[NOT A CONTEST POST BECAUSE CONTEST IS OVER]
Writing a contest post well after the last date of submission doesn’t necessarily indicate that the primary component of your unparalleled decision making process is an alcohol-induced assessment mechanism; however, you definitely qualify to represent those individualists who are not constrained by trivial factors such as time and date; who run out of the house on a sultry summer night with a bottle of Old Monk in one hand and Gulal in another, which they hurl at unsuspecting pedestrians with a barbaric scream, “HAPPY HOLI!!!” My friend being one such revolutionary performed this ‘not so widely accepted’ ritual once, demonstrating his dissent over human-defined boundaries. And he made the following observations:
1. Holi falls on a fixed non-negotiable date, and based on that scheduling, the entire nation celebrated the event a few months ago.
2. The substance in his right hand, which he deemed as gulal, was actually peanut masala.
3. His subject of assault was slightly stronger than him and was presenting contrasting point of views.
My friend turned out to be a quick learner, as the next day when he greeted us with a sore eye, he did not say, “Happy Holi” or anything related to the festival of colors.
My unresponsive grey matter eventually processed the fact that contest posts get an astounding number of votes and visitors, and being an eternal publicity seeker, I decided to write my maiden contest post. But to my chagrin, the contest did not run for an eternity. This, however, saved me from the guilt of glorifying an otherwise insignificant tale, and therefore, I gleefully omitted the name of the product and the tagline (which would have been a blatant lie.). And now I am going to submit this on indivine as a regular post.
I don’t have to look beyond facts for an inspiration to describe stories that revolved around my hair, as people have always found it more logical to remember me for my hair than my activities which didn’t require any active participation from my hair e.g. academics, sports etc. I was under constant pressure in school as my desire to have long hair conflicted with the guidelines set by the school authorities. No prizes for guessing that, as a student, I didn’t have a pleasant association with my alma mater and my principal never really looked at me as someone who would bring laurels to the school and country one day. However, despite being surrounded by all detractors, I managed to keep my hair reasonably long without getting noticed by anyone … until that fateful day when my luck ran out.
As I was mulling over the options to radically transform my image, I espied my principal scrutinizing a list on the notice board with a wry smile. My joy knew no bounds when I discerned a name on that list. In order to seize the opportunity to score a few brownie points with my principal, I stood next to him and proclaimed with an air of pride, “That’s my friend!” He smiled at me as I fixed my gaze on the notice which read – ‘the following students have been expelled due to shortage of attendance.’ “Just a classmate.” I mumbled and started walking towards the classroom. He continued to smile (which didn’t look that pleasant anymore) as he affirmed, “Either get a haircut tomorrow or don’t come to school again.” The latter sounded like a mouth watering prospect albeit I was not sure if my parents would have endorsed my views.
This mortifying stint of living with short hair lasted for a very brief period as I defied all odds and cleared my final exam just when the chances of me getting thrown out of school was at an all time high. My hair, however, had other issues to deal with.
to be continued…………………………………………….
(That’s all I could write because I was busy doing some CSS editing and somehow managed to delete the entire template, created duplicate title at multiple places and made comment section appear before the post.).