"Shave off your beard and wear a dress. You would
be a great female impersonator."
-Simon Cowell
As a matter of principle, I would only shave right
before a big interview or a date with an attractive woman. But that was before
the fateful events of 24th November 2014. You see I got into the craze of what was
being widely spread as 'No Shave November'. So I was strutting around with more
than just stubble. In fact, a few days ago a classmate of mine 'Mr. Roy Kapoor'
(names changed to protect identity of those involved), who was always clean
shaven, publicly ridiculed me in class for this very reason. I paid no heed to
his taunts and comments, although in retrospect I wish I had.
One Monday (24th November), as I was on my way to
college, I got a call from my friend
informing me that the Principal was holding a 'small' intra-college
Fashion Show. What he said next made me realize that the intra-college show was
not so small after all. Apparently, the Principal was using the show as a means
of deciding who would represent the college at the National Level Modelling
Competition.
Now, I was always into modelling. I had the built
for it, and was well-trained in my movements. If I got to participate in
Nationals it would open some doors for me. Also, our Principal was young and
smoking hot, and this show could have been an excellent chance to get her
attention ;) . When I reached college I registered for the show immediately.
Since the competition was organized in a haste, and without prior notice, we
were informed that clothes has no bearing on our scores. I also found out that
my arch nemesis 'Roy Kapoor' was participating.
The show started and I was waiting for my turn to
come up. I checked out the rest of the competition. A few of them had a built
as good as mine, but none of them knew how to 'walk the walk'. Roy was good.
But not better than me. When my name was called out I went on the stage and did
my thing. I had bagged the competition. Or so I thought...
Half an hour later, the Principal went on stage to
declare the results. As she said "And the winner, who will be representing
us at Nationals is ...", I was half up my seat, ready to walk up on stage.
"...Roy Kapoor.", she exclaimed.
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That day I went to college as usual, when the
principal spotted me. She asked me if I was a student of the college. I nodded,
trying all the time not to look down her blouse. "Why didn't you
participate in the Fashion Show last week?", she asked. "But I did
ma'am. I was the one in the blue shirt and cargo shorts." She thought for
a moment and asked, "Did you have a beard back then?". I answered in
the affirmative. "Oh. I wish you had come with a clean shave. I would have
definitely picked you." Then she lightly stroked my smooth cheeks and
walked away, leaving me both, confused and aroused.
But more importantly, I was upset. I lost only
because of my stubble. I sore from that day that I would shave regularly. And
from that day on, thanks to my Gillette Fusion, my life has never
been better.
As for, how things went between me and the Princi,
that's a story for another day. ;)
I tag: Monica's Corner for the #WillYouShave Challenge
I tag: The Solitary Writer for the #WillYouShave Challenge
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