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| Surf Excel Matic: Soak No More |
Weekend mornings have always brought the same rituals for me. Sleeping till it hurts, cups and cups of bed teas, sneaking in and out of my bed sheet, chilly AC settings, newspapers and so on; in short, if only “something” could force me out of my bed. This weekend had this “something” and I was out before the weekend rituals could even kick-off. It was my new obsession on my formals- My White shirts. Reminded me of the popular surf’s slogan “Daag Acche hote hain”. I did not agree to Surf’s Slogan this time. I hated the coffee stain on my new White Shirt. The Tom Cruise in me brought the killing passion in me as in Mission Impossible. . I was determined to make the impossible possible. Armed with the Stain Killer Detergent –Surf, the mission kicked off. While the machine kept the shirt rolling; Stain on the shirt took me back to that killer moment when I got that nasty looking brown patch.
I was enjoying my promotion which brought me to the executive power dressings in my daily jobs. The dressing which I had lost being an engineer and working at construction sites. After a high level meeting, combed my hairs looking at my car window glass, loosened my tie and removed my suit to hang it on window hanger of the car. I was driving back to office, loud music, steering in hand and watch on those three little mirrors. Picked up my Coffee form Starbucks nearby and started my journey. I loved driving. As much as essence of keeping a watch while driving, the little mirrors meant so much to me. Driving a car is so much similar to leading a life. You steer your way through those lanes looking at the traffic, speeding up or slowing down. The three little mirrors (Rear-view and two Side Mirrors) give you so much to steer your way forward. the mirrors let you know what you left behind, what’s catching up with you, how you left the moments. These are like small windows which reflects those small moments you have left behind.
That day these mirrors took me to a period where there was no light on my life’s path, I had no visibility to steer forward. I felt cheated by ones I loved most, broken, frustated. I wanted to crash myself to some dead wall. It took a toll on me, I lost my health. I could see myself fighting, doing introspection, looking for ways to overcome. But there were no sight of light. Tears would have rolled down when suddenly I found the car in front is too close to mine; could have dashed if I don’t slow down. Applied my breaks and car slowed down with a jerk, which spilled all the coffee in hand. Brown, dark patches were spilled all over my bright white shirt. Moment of truth was : these were so similar to dark stains on my life.
