THE MAN IN PINK SOCKS

THE MAN IN PINK SOCKS: PART 1

The sun does not stop to smile, nor does the flower in the vase forgets to laugh when he passes like a horse ready to face the day. He is all that a teenage girl can possibly dream of, he is the reason why fathers buy the rifle to guard their daughters. When he walks down the street, women old and young checks their reflection in the nearest mirror or brass and wishes him to be hers.

As a child, he never bullied his classmates, never shoplifted. While in college, never did drugs, never made any woman heavily pregnant.

He was someone who wanted to keep everyone happy, but happiness was a selfish dude, taking pride in being a monopolist, it never became his best friend. Anyway, he realised he could not keep everyone happy, so he decided to be first happy himself and to divide the wealth of happiness later. In a way, he can be credited to be the man who tried to make happiness a socialist.

He had his share of girlfriends. When it came to the game of dating, he discriminated no one, he treated pauper and queen equally. But every woman he dated had one thing in common- they were not a chapter of his book called ‘Life’, they were more like pages which helped in the development of subsequent pages.

THE MAN IN PINK SOCKS: PART 2

He often wonders how he has changed over the years.

There might be a fairy in the woods, there might be a goddess in the mount, but even fairies and goddesses have their own limitations. They are immortal and he is mortal, he is loved by life more than those muses of poets.

But one day, rather one evening, he met a woman who was a nerd to the core.  She did  not  look  straight  into  his  eyes,  rather she  kept  herself  busy  with  the thought of how  someone  in brown  shoes  can  so  confidently  wear  ‘pink  socks’. 

She could not unravel the mystery, and that is when she decided to write about it. 

They say, ‘Man who wears pink should be able to carry it, pink is so girly.’ I can’t understand the theory behind attaching gender specificity to colours. Blue is for boys, pink is for girls. Pink a feminine colour, says who? There are numerous shades of pink too. In the world of experimentation, freedom of choice and will, someday, pink will be the new blue. PS. Even for women who have passed the age of 40 are advised not to wear pink, least she will be considered as the victim of 'teenage girl' hangover syndrome.