Well, the Hippo got married.
And Meister wanted to gift something Indian to him. General concensus veered to a short kurta (who knew they existed...crazy fashion) it being all Indian.
So the Meister decided to buy that.
Having fixed that, next part of the quest was finding out where a kurta can be found.
Ok for those sniggering at the back, Meister has never bought any kind of Indian clothing in his life.
He does not wear dhotis because thats just a reprehensible obscene piece of garment directly responsible for the Indians losing each and every one of their wars agains foreign invaders.
He does not wear pyjamas because of the absence of zippers in the said garment (peeing is too much of a bother).
And he does not wear kurtas coz they are just too much of a bother - (washing, ironing, folding bloody hell)
Anyway, Uber suggested FabIndia. But since the Meister is against upper class imperialist hedgemonistic capitalist organisations, he said: no way Jose.
He instead decided that he will buy Khadi stuff - as swadeshi as you can get.
Well, having decided that he bullied the Literary Doglover to accompany him to the shops.
So they went and they found a nice wee thing for the Hippo.
Meister got all excited and in a fit of patriotism decided that he wants one - only in a much much bigger size of course.
The Doglover was telling the Meister about a couple of friends of hers from USA USA USA who came down here and bought kurtas and then got stuck.
And so guess what hsappened?
That's right
Meister got stuck in the damn thing as well.
It was terrible!!!! Meister's hands were over his head and akimbo, his vision was blocked, he couldn't move his head.
Doglover and a shopdude started pulling things and after 5 mins of extreme efforts, finally the Meister was free....exhausted but free.
Suffice to say that he bought the stuff.
But thats not important, what is important is the fact that the Literary Doglover finally got her wish. Her dreams came true.
She got to take off the Meister's clothes.
She hasn't stopped smiling.
5 comments:
Spare a thought for the poor kurta, will you!!! Probably traumatised for life.
I hate to say this, but "YOU WISH!!!!! YOU WISH that was my dream, mister!" I swear, the next time you get stuck inside a kurta, I'm gonna let you be like that so you can totter around like a headless chicken! Hah! That will be a sight.
(By the way, for everybody else's clarification, I was pulling Bi-shock's t-shirt down while the shopkeeper was pulling the kurta up. And the shop assistants were trying not to laugh, so that they could make the sale.)
who is this mister bi-shock?
kindda like to agree with Life is crazy dude/dudette...
Meister will have ye know that the kurta is in fine fettle...it better be otherwiase Meister has decided to cut off the sleeves
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