Hi,
I am a not-so-old jean and just thought that I should pen some of my feelings(for someone to know and understand)
As for some background information on me,I am Mr. Grey Straight Lee. The first time I opened my eyes, I was at a Lee showroom at MG.Road, Bangalore. What happened during the first few days of my stay there is a company secret, and I can't share that with you. However, one fine morning, a young lady did come with her friend and picked me up, and from thereon I have been having a life too.
At first, I saw more of Bangalore and I got to learn which tees and sneakers go best with me, and I made friends with all those guys. I was having so much fun going around places, and hanging out at malls. It was at this juncture that I was picked among many competitors to be worn on a trip to Kerala, her hometown. I had this very triumphant smile on my face when I was taken out of the cupboard after a refreshing bath, which we, the jeans, rarely get. And lo, we were all set to go home.
When we reached the bus depot here, I did see a lot of people like me around, but then I was just not bothered. It was late night, and I wanted to be up and about early the next day since one of the old guys in the cupboard had told me that Kerala is too beautiful a place. As soon as we hopped into the bus, I checked the surroundings and then drifted off to sleep.
It was with a sudden shake that I woke up in the morning. We got out of the bus, and the cool monsoon showers were on us, and boy, the sight was indeed breathtaking(not that I have any). We hopped onto another local bus, and this time, I was in for a surprise. I looked around for admiring glances since I knew that we were at our Bangalore-best, and instead I saw people were staring at me from all angles. Can you believe it? I first thought that they are all probably sooo very taken in by my looks, but no, even the sneakers and the T-shirt were being glared at. And yes, those were glares. I was embarassed and tried to look for another one of my sort around, and for my utter dismay, couldn't find even one in the bus. That was the first time it was happening for me. I was used to seeing a few Sarees/Churidhars but it was always more of my sort, and this time it was a completely different story. God, I just wanted to be out, and we soon did.
On the walk which followed, there were more stares(read,glares) but I had got used to it by then. I was absorbing the surroundings and all the beauty in it. We soon reached home and I rested for sometime. I was not selected to go out over the next few days, but by then, I knew the reason too well. By the time I was picked again, we were all set to come back to Bangalore. I had to settle upon dusty berth in the train in that cold weather and we were soon back here. Man, that trip really was an experience that I can add to my resume. I had been here with her during those tough moments and proved how good a friend I am.
My days here after that started getting really boring soon and I thiught I have seen the worst with formal dress-code being made implemented at her office. But no, such things have no end. Yesterday, Mr. Blue Boot Lee made his entrance to the cupboard, and I was moved to the row beneath to give way to him. I cried all night, and the fellow guys in my new shelf consoled me saying that changes are inevitable in life and that old jeans will always remain good friends, come whatever new brand/style may. I just hope that what they said proves to be right and that she understands my plight by reading this, and comes back to me. I am waiting, for those good old days...
