Since 2010, not a month has passed by i haven’t spotted some
facial fuzz. It was always there either in the form of an ugly beard or a
walrus-y moustache or an unislamic goatee. This has nothing to do with my
razor-phobia. I guess the idea was to look mature(r) than i actually was. Well,
didn’t work out. Once a stupid child. Always a stupid child. However, with the
dawn of 2015, i impulsively got rid of my mask. And as expected, received quite
a lot of amusing comments.
Listing out a few of them:
- “Achha toh aap aise dikhte ho?” – barber
- “Namma mange porl aate.” – pappa
- “*surprised looks in Tulu*” – amma
- “*notgivingafuckface*” – brother
- “Police ne damki diya kya?” – colleague #1
- “School bus se office aaya?” – colleague #2
- “Kavla maal lag raha hai.” – colleague #3
- “New joinee?” – colleague #4
- “I liked you better with beard.” – boss
- “I still dislike you.” – colleague #5
- “Lost weight or what?” – colleague #6
