With this mood, me, the management guy stepped into my apartment. And there in front of me was my roommate watching some movie in HBO. I jus sat along with him to watch the movie, but that made me still more bored. Many time, I used to hear from people saying that I get bored very often. I need changes very often and the recent comment from one of my friend regarding this issue that, I may have big trouble after my marriage as I may need new wives very often, as I get bored with the old ones. Hey Hey....No offense meant here..! So movie is boring, eating is boring...co'mon what should I do..now.playing...Nope..Iam tired..somethin that I should do without much effort...cooking...my god..chanceless..!..So my mind was trying hard to do something, and without my knowledge my fingers were rubbing my cheeks. One by one all the black stem like creatures started scratching my fingers. Its like tit for tat, quid pro quo...my fingers scratched them so they did that to my fingers. Wait wait..I can see that irritation in your eyes...its nothin jus my unshaven face thats creating the ripple in this blog now..!
Rusty, ruffled, a plain strip of light colored runaway but for the small black grass which are slightly bigger than dots. Hey, dont get puzzled, I am explaining how my face looks in the mirror. Yea..I can imagine you scowling...hey wait..I dont look that bad as you think. May be the way in which I explain it looks distasteful. But you know what, there exists some gap between my fingers, my eyes and my mind. So, I was standing in front of that mirror, rubbing my face, staring at myself for more than some 5 minutes. And suddenly I could notice that something is moving in front of me, and what could that be. It took sometime for me to recognize myself that I am seeing my face in the mirror. And now you guys would have decided, that this scribblings of mine really sucks, I can see your hands moving towards the mouse, to close this window. Hey co'mon guyz, I already told you how bored I am. Bored like a dead living man (whatha hell was that..!), sucked up like some one having a straw struck straight through the middle of my skull, and twisted as if running inside a bean stalk, and of all a graduate student. How could I be more interesting than this?
Finally I decided something, which is going to change my appearance, change the way others look at me, oops sorry, change the way that others identifies me..! Hmm, now within no time, my face is full of lather, resembling a slim, hatless black haired santa claus. And then somethin interesting happened. Not to me, but to my brains. Its trying to say somethin to me. Okay brains wait..let me come back to you, i am now talking with santa claus. And then I jumped back from fantasy back to my mirror. Now looking at my brains, sorry my head, "Whatha hell you want dear brains"...sorry i cant do research work now..so you dont have to disturb me..okay..!.And my brains shouted back...hell with your research..we are also saying the same thing...because of your research, the nice hair thats covering me is already receding, because of your research my cereberrum as already shrinked, the medulla oblangata as become so weak that it will one day reach the middle of your backbone. Okay..now listen to me, you stupid soul.
yes your honour..! tell me..!
good..thats the spirit. What abt you having a french beard this time.
hmm thats a good idea...but you know what.. everytime you say this..i try, but finally it leaves me to a position where I have a skewed look...and i have to shave them off..!
yea I know that...this time be careful while doing that..better remove less than more..okay..! and by the way dont have this impression that I am asking you to keep a frenchie..not becoz you look good in that..but jus because I want a change..I am bored of seeing your same face again n again..it sucks..!...
After these words... I thought of my dad and mom...how could they see each others face for more than 20 years now..without getting bored...hmm what a patience! Okay, now getting back to my brains advice..I tried to follow it this time. I took my razor..shaved bit..then washed my face...viewed the mirror..again applied the lather..shaved...washed...this was goin on for some 3-4 times..hey brains..throw your advice..i am bored..i dont want a frenchie...its testing my patience...!
But guyz. you know what my brains are amazingly tactful..it started dictating my endocrine glands...and within no time..It made a impression in my mind that i will look good in a frenchie..! This is what I could call..self mind manipulation..! So, I became double careful..in carving out my face. Finally I came up with a face, having a moustache...then a grass field below that....which are linked by 2 bridges.
And now brains started shouting at me..hey mr. soul..your one bridge is broader than the other.
Ok brains..tell me which one is that...?
And my brains said..wait I will ask you eyes..! But as my eyes was helping me without its tools(glasses)..it couldnt find that out..!
My brains shouted back saying...your eyes as skewed like your face..call your room mate and ask him..!
And with a slight irritation towards my brains..i called my room mate..!
room mate, room mate..tell me how my french beard looks...He stared at me for a second and said..what french beard...! where..???
And now me and brains got really pissed off..but my eyes could see a small smile in my roomie'a face..! and stared at him.
yea it looks good..I guess the right bridge should be made slightly thin..!
Ok roomie..thanks..!
Now I shaved a layer of my right bridge..and now my left bridge shouted at me saying its broader than the right. I took the razor towards my face and I adjusted it..This travelling changes on my right and left bridge was going several times...before..which my brain got too bored..and shouted at me..saying stop..!
And now I washed my face..weared my glasses...and I could see my eyes..glowing with a scent of proudness..of achieving something great. With a happy face, I went to have a bath.
Days went on with my french beard..I shaved my face twice after that to make my french beard prominent...everyone were commenting about my new appearance. Except for one person. I havent seen my professor with this new avatar at all..coz he was out of town. And then one day when he was back, I planned to meet him in his office..I havent shaved in the past 4-5 days..and my french beard wasnt that prominent. I went and saw my prof. at the first look..I could notice that he was taken aback..then with some sort of wierdness he signed my documents and gave me back.
I thanked him, and walked back to my office..Lot of questions..does I look that bad in frenchie..and when I was back home..I stood in front of the mirror..and now I am taken aback..Oh my god I look bizzare. As my face was un shaven for a few days, I had a good beard, but along with my frenchie which has grown more..it looked like a crop circle...! With lather on my face, razor in my hand..I was getting ready to harvest the entire field..!
