The wife never allows me to forget the fact that she has a very strong faith in sun signs, moon signs, ascendants, descendants and all those assorted stuff. The fact that, by nature, I am a wee bit finicky in matters of hygiene, discipline, order etc is straight away ascribed to the Virgo sign under which I exist - it does not matter that any other person who is a Virgo but unmoved by chaos or disorder is, well, a Virgo. Without batting an eyelid (she's got two, rather large sized ones too) she'd exclaim "But, Satheesh, he has a Gemini ascendant!" as if, duh, can't you see?!!
I can't - really.
Anyway, that was not what I wanted to say....
A couple of days back, there I was, sitting with a client who's become a friend, over time, and we were generally chat-chitting. Suddenly he gives me a penetrating glance and remarks "Hmmm, nice shirt that. Zodiac!"
Not a question, that was a statement, confidently asserted. His confidence was not matched by me, the wearer of the shirt. I paused for a moment to try and recollect. Yes, light blue, full sleeves, but hey?! Where's the logo?
The pen in my pocket was a Cross - the logo said that. My wrist watch, that day, was a Titan Edge - the logo said that, too. My trouser pocket had the small, discreet Louis Phillippe emblem... but this shirt?
Nothing on the pocket.
Nothing on the sleeve (a la Arrow)
Short of pulling my collar around and/or turning my neck like "The Exorcist", there was no way I was gonna get a glance at the one place where the logo ought to, surely, be!
Ashok smiled at me, knowingly, like the enlightened Buddha. The smile was warm, filled with harmless mirth. "Kya dekh rahe ho, mujhse poocho! Main batata hoon... aap ke shirt ke button ko zara goar se dekhiye. Only Zodiac shirts have buttons that have 3 holes! And they're made from mother of pearl!"
Pearls of wisdom, that, in case you (like me) are among the mass of uninitiated.... to hell with Virgos or Sagittariuses.... here's the true sign of the Zodiac!
Sats
No comments:
Post a Comment