Six months Ago :
You should have seen the look on my face, to believe it.
LEE jeans, for less Rs 440/-
The scene is not a Chor Bazaar, but the Carre Foure mall in Riyadh. My colleague took me there, and insisted that I visited the clothes section. I amn't much of a clothes freak, but the rates here literally took my breath away.
Bought the jeans, tried it on at home. Fit quite snugly. My joy knew no bounds. I finally found a good brand jeans ( a cheap one at that) where I could tuck my T-shirt and flaunt the brand comfortably.
Fast Forward to Present :
Life in Mumbai now. I left my job, even though I got a promotion. Joined an MBA college. NMIMS, to be precise. So far so good. Pretty good. In fact, damn good - Am actually losing weight !!
But the fly in the ointment is that, all this weight loss spells bad news for my wardrobe.
My T-shirts are hanging loosely on me, flapping like crazy whenever some sea breeze whiffs along. In fact, in one of the pics, ended up looking 18 months pregnant on account of one such air-filled T-shirt.
Doesn't help my unphotogeny record.
And thats just the T-shirts. Wrt my trousers and jeans, its worse.
Especially my jeans. They'd become so goddamn loose, I'd to revert wearing T-shirts/shirts OVER them again. And in the freshers parties my college held recently, during the dances, I had to constantly hitch up my jeans after every 2 jumps I made.
In fact, I had to do it so regularly, my classmates thought I invented a new dance step.
Aur kya karta ? Went and got both my jeans altered. They don't slip now. Even if I jump 20 times.
Got to buy some new T-shirts now. Tight fitting ones, mind you. In Mumbai, that seems to be the style. Not like Hyderabad. There, one could wear superloose clothes to a party and still feel normal.
The plus point now : I've converted them all into night shirts. I've probably got the best looking night shirts in my hostel now.
Some consolation, that.