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Walking on the ramp "Can you take part in the Fashion Show contest?" As she asked me that question,my eyes beamed. Its Remya and she is a very pretty girl. 28 years .... 28 years and nobody has asked me that question. And now its all happening .On the new year's eve, I am being asked to take part in a Fashion Show. Two years of growing hair, fighting the comments of near and dear. Letting go of a fortune , just to straighten the hair. Trying hard to look handsome. All of it is paying back now.I couldnt control my happiness, for being asked to walk on the ramp.
Remya is a sweet girl and I knew that she has an excellent selection. As she listed the rest of the team members for fashion show, I was already floating in cloud nine. Being listed amongst the handsome guys in office and to be teamed with pretty girls was in itself satisfying. 2007 is ending with the most perfect finish one could dream about.
Back in my flat, I took control over TV Remote and switched to F-Tv ( bringing so much happiness to one of my roommates ) Unlike other days on FTV , this time I concentrated on guys on the ramp . How they walked and how they carried themselves. And when the scandly clad F-TV babes came on screen, I got up from the seat and started practising the walk ( bringing so much surprise to my roommate ) I returned to seat only when the hunks returned ( Roommate was looking at me with that question on his face . Sorry buddy, its not what you think it is .... and I cannot reveal the secret about my chance to you. )
2 days before the event , Remya called me again to practise . She is the lead choreographer and she is damn good at it. As I did my first mock walk , I was scared to look at other's eyes , lest I feel embarassed. Someone showed a thumbs up , which kind of relieved me from tension. I have passed the walking test also . Wow.
 Remya who was looking as beautiful as ever came to my side and re-affirmed , ' You are doing good, Sojish '.
" Thanks buddy" , I carried a thorough professional model outlook and asked ," So , tell me about my dress. What am I going to wear for the competition ? "
"Hmm... dont worry we have everything ready for you. We initially wanted you to wear a Bermuda. ( oops !! ) But decided on a blue jeans for you ( THANK GOD )". Didnt I tell you? She has an excellent taste for selection. "Bermuda would look really odd on you , as your thighs are so thin". I put up a brave smile and nodded my head. "Listen, your shirt is see-through. You better put on a thick t-shirt so that your rib bones dont show through the shirt". Crash .. !!! That was my ego hitting the ground floor fast. I quickly gathered my feet and started walking away. "Hey Sojish, you should wear a bermuda also under the jeans . Atleast that'll make the jeans look like a jeans on you".
That fixed the final nail on my coffin.
To add injury to insult, our team came last in the competition. I was not surprised , because I didnt take part in it . The real handsome stylish hunk in me was tucked inside a coffin, while my dead body walked on the ramp.
After that tragic incident, I decided to cut my hair. And Remya , she is over-weight by all standards. She better start watching her weight before she burst like a balloon.
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