Shekar looked the same since the beginning. A person who cared a lot about his looks. He was always well dressed and looked handsome. A tie always adorned his neck. Cufflinks were never forgotten. The shoes always shined with shoe polish. And he was always clean shaven. People around him used to say that his looks were a major contributor to his success, either in board meetings, presentation or project pitches. Who wouldn’t like to nod their heads to the words spoken by a person who looks smart because of his looks. It is rumoured that the college princess and his wife, Preethi fell for his clean shaven looks.
But things in the world started changing. The new generation started sporting moustaches and beards in a variety of styles. Styles from different parts of the world were mixed and matched and were given new names. News channels regularly discussed the new phenomenon. Newspapers started columns dedicated to styling of moustaches and beards. The whole world was filled with chaos. In this chaos, Shekar was a lone man trying to figure out what had happened and how he could deal with it. Every day, he used to think for hours together if he should continue with his clean shaven look or if he should follow the footsteps of the world and be a part of the revolution.
One fine day, a decision was made which he later realised was a wrong one.He tried to move along with the rest of the world and be a part of the revolution that promised to change the way the world looks at men. With this decision started his days of sorrow. He was no longer the centre of attraction in board meetings. People started getting bored of his presentations. He was no longer the man about whom the world would talk. Shekar once again went into a thoughtful mood and realised his mistake. He went back to his clean shaven look and the world once again started considering him as an idol of inspiration.
I am acknowledging the tag by Ranjith.
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