Favourtite White Tshirt

One thing I absolutely love about the rains is having a steaming cup of tea, along with a platefull of the most delicious and the most unhealthy pakodas I can get my hands on (:

And one thing I absolutely hate about the rains, is the massive amount of mud sprays you get on yourself, while riding your bike. There's absolutely no way you can escape it. Trying to avoid it is like going to China and trying to avoid Chineese food (although the latter sometimes taste better than mud).

I have noticed that this happens to me specially when I am wearing white. More so on the days, when I happen to leave behind my jacket at home.

So, on a day like any other, I was on my way to college on my bike. The weather was pretty good.

"Hmmm....thats weird.", I said to myself.

"The weather is never this good."

In fact, it was so good that it somehow didnt seem right to be so good in the middle of the rainy season! And sure enough! It starts to rain the very next moment! And no! It wasnt the kind of rain that you would pass on for a tiny leak. No! The whole dam had collapsed!!! And it was coming down hard!

I was wearing a newly washed white t-shirt, and quite obviously, I forgot my jacket at home. The vehicles on the road had no intention of sparing me or my newly washed white tshirt at all! One particular lady, who was driving her Honda, seemed to make it a point to splash water and mud on every rider she passed. She was too good at it.

By the time I reached college, my t-shirt looked like it had been dipped in chocolate. I was even tempted to taste it. But thank goodness for self control!

Fortunately my friend, my very good friend, Shane, happened to have an extra tshirt with him that day.

Yay!!

It was white.

Crap!

It was his favourite white tshirt.

Crap!! Crap!!

Somehow I managed to convince him that his favourite white tshirt is absolutely safe with me and I wont let any mud sprays come on it.

He agreed.

He shouldnt have. Cause the very next moment, and I mean in the very next couple of minutes we decided to go and have lunch. And of course! You are allowed to guess what happened next.

The look that Shane had on his face, when he saw that his favourite white tshirt, now had a patch of brown (thanks to chicken gravy and my clumsy hands) still gives me nightmares! It was the scariest look I ever got from him!

Now this episode of my life has taught me one very valuable lesson.

Never borrow a white tshirt from your friend on a rainy day. Especially his favourite white tshirt. Thankfully things are back to normal now. We greet each other. We talk about girls together. He acts gay with me. I play along. Yeah....pretty much the life of a normal 20 year old, sleeping in class NOT wearing a white tshirt. Anymore.

It still rains though.