Retracing back to the time, when I weighed just double my school bag, I remember my teacher asking me a question –
“What are the basic necessities of life?”
And I answered – “Food, Shelter and Clothing.”
That indeed was a simple question to answer. But when my friend, sitting next to me asked an even simpler question, I could see myself mining deep, to bring out the hidden solid gold.
He asked – “If you were given a choice to choose one…just one…among the basic necessities, which one would you choose?????????”
After a quick, but muddled pilgrimage along the conscious and unconscious rows and columns of my mind, I came up with an answer –
“I will go for clothing!”
That was because I thought, dying without food or sleeping in the mother earth’s lap was nothing compared to the shame of roaming naked. At that moment, pride stood skyscraping than hunger and an umbrella. I imagined myself crying for food and water, begging in the streets, sleeping on railway platforms, all, but I did not care because I was wearing my favorite white shirt with the blue lines. Yea, that is what made me to opt for clothing- I wanted to be wrapped inside my favorite shirt.
It is a universal fact that no homo-sapiens loves all clothes in his closet equally. Every one has a favorite. Every one has an experience of fighting over this topic with the parents, in the childhood days, wanting to wear the favorite shirt, each time you go out with them. Nothing is a big-league to us at that point, not even the dialogs of the public, which hits the parents, bulls eye on the heart – “See the guy …I see him wearing the same shirt always. Is this the only one he has? Doesn’t his parent realize this and buy him another one…..ooooh…shame on them..!…”. All that matters is our own comfort and happiness.
As time goes on and we outgrow our clothes, we adapt to the fact that slipping into the same attire always is out of the books. But then, again we give birth to new favorites, the ones rated in the first class, and all others join the league of the second division- the ones which feel the warmth of the human skin rarely. The ones of the first class are constant visitors of the washing machine, they make love with the iron box and their threads get slim each day due to the constant work-out sessions. They get to talk with the mirror most often and are enjoyed by our own eyes.
When asking a friend, after I saw him most of the times in his blue shirt (so is his profile picture on face book and twitter), about why he goes runs into the same one always, he said – “It makes me feel confident…makes me feel, I am Me…”. It is amazing to look at the fact that people usually have this attitude even when it comes to innerwears.
Once you realize that your favorite first class member of the closet has lost the color and freshness it owned once, you search for a new one resembling the oldie, which in many cases, goes in vain. And then comes a new one. A new favorite and the cycle go on for ever.
The size travels from S to M to XL, but the first class and the second class remains for ever, even if it is costly, or cheap, or if it was gifted by the dearest person. We are after all, humans and so the one piece of cloth which we love the most will wrap us, feel our heat and make us “THE REAL WE”…