I recently went to a club. After 2 years and stood out like a sore thumb for not having matchstick for legs and not fashioning my clothes out of a handkerchief. I was the aunty in the club. You know the ones I made fun of when I was 21. You know desperately trying to be cool and “in”. But I wasn’t always like this. Once upon a time I used to look forward to a night of dancing and booze which got covered under entry charges. Hey my friends and I had to be dragged off the dance floor much after all female population would have vacated the area in insti parties.
There was a time when male attention was not hard to come by. Ahh those were the days.
The days of jumping over hostel gate to go for a party.
The days of staying up all night flirting on the PPO road.
The days of going to bed at 6AM and waking for dinner the next day.
The days of insisting that you need to sleep in the loo after having a little too much.
Those were the days. They were awesome. And they are over.
Welcome to the days of loan payoffs, office politics and pants. Yes once an optionality under a long dress- now a necessity.Maybe I should be happy-men who would make eyes at me now are definitely going for the personality. I still go to bed at 6 AM but thats mostly to save my job. And all I get from having too much these days is a good nights sleep.
And yes today morning after checking my hair in the mirror I could finally give my dad a taste of his own medicine.
“yeh baal na dhup main safed nahi hue hain”.
So there is a silver lining after all. Even if just “on” my head.