The One with my bad clothes

It is not the universe's best kept secrets that I am not the best when it comes to clothes and dressing. In fact, I think all in my friends' circle will agree unanimously how it would do the world a whole lot good if I just put a little bit of effort in dressing up just a bit. So it is that these days I try to wear something that can at least pass off as nearly decent because I don't wish to embarrass my august companion. All the same I still love my "other" clothes and take them out for a walk every now and then. And that's why when I put on one of my those "other" tshirt this morning all hell broke loose. I mean it was okay till I was just wearing it. But upon just beginning to mention that I am going out and be back in some time, it happened. In fact, even before I could have said Robinson Crusoe, she struck.

Ze Missus : "Aise ja rahe ho ???" (You are going out just like this ???)

Now you'd ask, what's the big deal about this seemingly harmless innocent looking concerned question. Well, let me inform you, dear reader, Ze Missus is one who indulges in a lot of non-verbal communication. That's her style most of the times, and that was her style right now. In fact, I have my doubts that it was less of a question and more of a caustic remark. And I wasn't a minute late in picking that up. That one question seemed to be asking so many different things. And I can just mention a few here on what she could've really meant to convey.

Ze Missus : "What the hell, you got that rag out again?"

Ze Missus : "What the hell, you got that rag out again? And you also intend going out exhibiting it? I don't know about you, but I have some respect around here."

Ze Missus : "Don't you even dare to go out wearing that junk, or be prepared to face the consequences"

Ze Missus :  "You know, even the milkman, kachrawala and the dhobi dress better than these. Please donate this rag. No, that would be an insult to them. Please incinerate this at the earliest".

There were several more that her eyes and gestures seemed to ask, but I restrain myself from mentioning them here. As daredevil as I may be, I can only take so much risk at a time. And I have exhausted my quota of the day (and the next few as well I suppose). 

How, you ask ? 

Oh, I still went out wearing that "other" t-shirt. How did I manage to convince the Missus ? Well, that's another story for a rainy day.