God created men. Tailors created Gentlemen.
Not sure if i got the quote correct..but i guess you would've got the drift. Our society (read nagging parents/siblings/friends/colleagues and HR policies) expects us to be formal or atleast formally dressed on most of the occasions and urs truly belong to those species who wont be caught dead in a suit. And that particular day being friday, THE supposedly casual dress day (meaning anything from kerchief to bed sheet for females and checked shirts allowed for guys in my workplace)..i walked in wearing my fav green tee shirt and faded blue jean which had long given up hope of seeing any precipitation of any sort apart from sweat.
Right from the moment i stepped out of my house i had a nagging feeling that something was not quite right. No..i didnt step out without my pants. But something was amiss. I could feel it. The moment i entered my office campus i realised..i had worn my tees inside out. I thought i will directly go to the rest room and change. Then a thought came. So much is being said and commented about the thing we wear. I wanted to check how many really bother to notice and pinpoint that i was wearing my tees the wrong way. I steeled myself for possible embarrassing comments from potential comment makers and boldly went past them. No one could spot any change. I often used to voice out (also heard as blah blah) my opinion on the so called dress code. So was expecting quite a few barbs. Till lunch no one even seemed to notice any difference. I was so happy to feel vindicated and was barely able to control my urge to point out the irony to them.
I targeted the post lunch tea break. When almost all the usual suspects rounded up i proudly proclaimed that, none of them had noticed that i had worn it the wrong way, while they always insist on the way people dress and all gyan. After 15 minutes of non-stop bashan, the gal who was standing next to me, politely said, "Dearie..this is not the first time you are coming like this..but the first time YOU had actually noticed that you are wearing it wrong"
I am still searching for a decent replacement for that piece of anatomy called nose which had suffered serious damage after that incident, broken into a million pieces.