The Fresher’s Eve
I stared at him, which I hadn’t done usually. Being shy, I avert my eyes as soon as some stranger’s eyes meet mine. But since they had asked me, I had to look at him now, while he sat there staring back. He was sitting sprawling his leg forward. His posture was relaxed, he was leaning back in his chair. There was something about his relaxed posture that felt charming. I would have said he was handsome but the stubble came in the way. Perhaps, if he had a well groomed face, I would have considered saying it but that stubborn stubble stopped me, forcing me to look away. I hadn’t realized I was scowling in his direction until I heard the other guy, who had asked me the question, ask me what was wrong? The guy with the stubble smiled at me, a crooked smile, but it didn’t make quite the impression. I turned towards the other guy and said “He is good” and shrugged. I didn’t want to say anything more than that.
But I had walked straight into the trap. I realized his only after the next task was laid out in front of me. “So how about proposing him?” another girl in the group asked me. I looked at her, expecting her to laugh and the joke to end but as I stared at her, I realized this was no joke and she meant it. Of course it was all just a prank but proposing him? I turned to look at him again. He was still smiling. I don’t know what he expected or what the others expected but I knew that there was no way I was going to do what they had told me. I stared at him for a minute and before I knew I blurted out the words that came to my mind – “Sorry; I don’t like guys with stubble. So maybe you can find someone else who could even out your group of seven” I didn’t mean to say it out aloud! I wasn’t supposed to. But it was too late now. The words were out of my mouth and I had no way of taking it back. I slowly watched each of their faces – frozen from shock and prayed to God that whatever happened next wouldn’t be too bad!
I was ready to do the next set of tasks that I was definite would follow my stupid blabbering. But what I wasn’t expecting was them to laugh! Yes! They all started laughing! All but the guy whom I had commented on. He was scowling at me but the others were rolling with laughter. I was shocked and confused. I didn’t know if I should be scared or relieved. I just sat there staring at their faces hoping someone would explain me what was going on. One of the girl controlled her laughter enough to say “Told you to shave it” and started laughing again. When they were all done, one of them explained it to me. “He is always like that. He doesn’t listen to us when we tell him to get rid of that stubble. He thinks it is a fashion statement. But knowing what a girl thinks, it will help him a little now” One of them patted my back saying “Brave girl” and I smiled. I knew it was over now. The stubble had failed in creating a good impression about the guy but it had helped me escape the ragging session from that group.
PSS: Half of this story is fiction and half is true. For my friends who were there with me that day, don’t ask me when the other half happened 😛
Until the next post,
Keep Smiling 🙂