Fuss about fuzz
Since 2010, not a month has passed by i haven’t spotted some facial fuzz. It was always there either in the form of an ugly beard or a walrus-y moustache or an unislamic goatee. This has nothing to do with my razor-phobia. I guess the idea was to look mature(r) than i actually was. Well, didn’t work out. Once a stupid child. Always a stupid child. However, with the dawn of 2015, i impulsively got rid of my mask. And as expected, received quite a lot of amusing comments.
Listing out a few of them:
“Achha toh aap aise dikhte ho?” — barber
“Namma mange porl aate.” — pappa
“*surprised looks in Tulu*” — amma
“*notgivingafuckface*” — brother
“Police ne damki diya kya?” — colleague #1
“School bus se office aaya?” — colleague #2
“Kavla maal lag raha hai.” — colleague #3
“New joinee?” — colleague #4
“I liked you better with beard.” — boss
“I still dislike you.” — colleague #5
“Lost weight or what?” — colleague #6