Ironing
is an endless conflict almost like being in a relation with a girl(I'm
straight so don't ask me about the other orientations)! Its not
necessary that every time the same strategy (which starts with a Sorry
and ends with an I love you) will work! There are a million other factors
that come into play like, how long it took you to realise your mistake(how
long the shirt was lying under a pile of other clothes?), or how sorry
are you actually feeling( Is the iron hot enough?), or were you actually listening
to her? (your eyes were following some skimpily clad creature) ?
Finally you end up either burning yourself or your shirt!
If you have little ironing(dating) experience behind you(lets call you a novice) then you may even plot a graph of time required to iron(time spent with a girl) v/s quality of ironing(relationship). At first it may appear that both are directly related. So the novice will spend a good 10 minutes on a shirt which seems to have been run over by a herd of elephants! End result? Nada! Zilch! Zero!!!
Then it hits you, as you pass the Dhobi, in front of your society gate, you see him sprinkling water on on the dried clothes. That's the secret ingredient then huh? Next day you try it on other clothes(dates) and voila! The shirt is stiff in 5 minutes(pun not intended)! The novice looks at his work proudly and shows it off too! But wait, this story doesn't have a happy ending(Ironing/dating never does!).
Then it hits you, as you pass the Dhobi, in front of your society gate, you see him sprinkling water on on the dried clothes. That's the secret ingredient then huh? Next day you try it on other clothes(dates) and voila! The shirt is stiff in 5 minutes(pun not intended)! The novice looks at his work proudly and shows it off too! But wait, this story doesn't have a happy ending(Ironing/dating never does!).
I was lucky I didn't have to go through all this, my room mate explained a thing or two about ironing(not dating), and I still ended up with road-kills! All you novices don't lose heart cause at the end of the tunnel, there is always light! A light of hope called practice! So however cliched it may sound, practice makes perfectly ironed clothes!
Nice bro keep writing :-)
ReplyDeleteI wonder, people will now start calling Dhobi as Iron-man in Hinglish Accent ;-)