Clothes Encountered !
Disclaimer : This is a true story, but the characters clothes mentioned in this post are fictitious and any resemblance to any sort of garment living or dead is purely coincidental.
Madam Machine : Godd…its stinking in here. Where is this coming from?
Blue : Its us maam, its us !
White : Heyy, don’t generalize, its not from me. I am supposed to be pure and I cant stink. It should be that black guy.
Grey : Racist ! It has been 5 days and we all have been right here, in the same position and how can you be the only person who wouldnt stink? We all are. What do you think, Black ?
Blue : Mr. Black?? Mr. Blaaack??? BLAACK ???
I opened the lid of the washing machine and found a few of my clothes inside that had been lying there since Monday. It was Friday and it was supposed to be my all-socks-washing day. I had completely forgotten to take these clothes outside for drying, but heyy, not my fault, the washing machines lid was closed 😀 A fully automatic washing machine after drying the clothes should also have an alarm that goes every hour to inform that the clothes are still lying inside. One by one, I took out the clothes in a bucket to hang it outside – a Blue, White and a Grey Shirt along with a Jet Black Pant. But the clothes stunk so badly that even if a rat wouldn’t want to create a home out of it. I decided to give them one more wash, gave the necessary instructions to the washing machine, fed it with detergent and left to office, but this time, keeping a reminder on my phone to hang the clothes after returning back home.
Black (up from his sleep) : Uhh..huuh…mm…huh…whats happening? How come we are still in and why are we getting wet again?
Madam Machine : It’s a long story boy. You all are getting washed once again. Hang in there.
Blue : Oh no, not again. This isn’t fair. Once in two weeks, we go through all this twirling and spinning, and this is the second time this week. I hate getting washed, I guess I am getting pale with each wash.
White : I am fine with it. You guys would lose all your colors and become bright like me one day. It feels great to look good.
Grey : yeah, you have nothing to lose. You are colorless.! Shut up and rotate.
Blue : Black, will you stop playing with the bubbles ? don’t blow them on me !
Grey : He isn’t playing, he has gone back to sleep again. The bubbles are flying because he is snoring away to glory.
White : and I thought that weird noise came from the machine.
Blue : How can anyone sleep in between all this, beats me !
White : Ugly duckling, all this doesn’t matter to him. People notice only us, not the pants.
Grey : LOL, people will surely notice only if it is just us, White. We are incomplete without friends like Black. Love thy colleagues, or atleast try to.
Got home after my shift at around 3.30 am; it was Saturday and was the Diwali day. The first thing I did after entering in was hang those clothes, for which there is a provision outside my apartment near by bedroom window (I stay in the ground floor, remember ?)
After watching TV for a while, I went to bed. I might have slept for 2 hours on a stretch when all the Diwali crackers started bursting at around 6. Since I stayed in the ground floor, it was like someone bursting them right on top of my head. Chata pata chata pata chat pata..pata pata pata..chata. chata pata. I switched on the AC, so that the water dripping from the AC would stop people from bursting the crackers just outside my window and tried to catch some sleep. The AC trick worked or I must have been really tired, I actually fell asleep again and got up around noon.
Finished my routines (see, no mention of bathroom. Hmmpph!), had brunch and was watching TV for sometime. A detergent commercial reminded me of those clothes inside the machine and I was sure that by then, all of them would be dry and ready to get pressed. I took extra care in getting out of the house because some of the loonies were still bursting crackers outside.
Wished a few of my neighbours and went to the clothesline. The clothes were hanging alright, but looked as if they just returned from a civil war. The white shirt was grey in color, the pant was all dusty, the blue shirt turned greenish, oh but the grey shirt looked the same. If they were stinking of dampness earlier, its stinking of gun powder now. So that means, those loonies had a nice time celebrating their stupid diwali right in front of my room, huh? Idiots ! When will we all learn to be a little considerate? Forget the fact that a human being was sleeping inside, but there were clothes hanging outside, do they need to have fun right in front of the clothes ? People, I tell you !!
Took the same clothes for the third time to the washing machine, gave the same instructions, added a little more of the detergent and switched on the TV.
Madam Machine : Ohh no…you boys are back ? Ewww..and whats this smell? What have you boys been smoking ? Do I have to wash you all over again?? Its so bohoring !!
Blue : Sob sob ! Maam, please get rid of this smell from us. And look at me?
Grey : Stop cribbing. If there is someone who needs to cry, it has to be White. Look at him. White, white, who is the fairest of ‘em all ?? Buhahahahahaha
White : You can tell that. You look the same.
Grey : Oh that’s because, I have never cared so much about how I look.
Black : Will you stop it? I am trying to catch some sleep.
Blue : How can you black? Arent you sad ?
Black : Whats the use ? We are now inside the machine and theres not much that we can do to stop it. Moreover, coming out of this in our old form isn’t with us. Why worry about something that’s not in our hands?
White : How will I ever face people now ? I am all dark now. I don’t deserve this.
Grey : Lol. Again, if there is anyone who deserves this, it has to be you White. Just so you know, we are suffering here only because of your deeds.
White : Stop it Grey, you always have been ugly, what do you know about looks, huh? You are created this way and you cant do anything about it. If both of us are equal, why is it that I am used for all good occasions like interviews and you for the normal days?
(Grey keeps quiet)
(Blue still crying)
Black : People stop ! White, you are or were good looking and grey is jealous, ok? Grey, White is plain silly and you are perfect, ok? And blue, stop cribbing. Maaam, will you please do the honors once again, donno if this is the last time, but please !!!
Madam Machine : yeah, keep quiet you guys. I cant concentrate on what I am doing. You all have to just sit in there, and I have to do the rest. Getting filled, rotate, spin, rinse, twirl and go through all that again and then get you guys dried. I am going to stop functioning from now on; I need rest too you see. I have been doing the same old work ever since I got in here. This is discrimination against us females.
TV : You have a better life than me Madam. You are on duty for just two days in a week. Sigh!
After the washing was done, I hung it at the same place and brought them back in before my considerate neighbours could start bursting crackers again.
—- After a day —-
Wore the grey shirt and the black pant to office.
Black : Any news on White ? The last I heard is that he has been given for dry cleaning, seems he didn’t get his ‘white’ back.
Grey : Yeah, I feel bad for him though ! Don’t know when he would be back after all that torture to regain his looks. I hope he realizes one day that looks isn’t everything. And if this time, he doesn’t get back his looks, he would be used indoors and in no time, would be passed off as a rag or would probably be given away for charity.
Black : But why didnt you reply the other day when he humiliated you on your looks?
Grey : Sometimes, silence speaks a thousand words. I knew what was going to happen and wanted him to realize it in the hard way. Its always better to learn from your own experiences than from all those advises and sarcasms. Btw, do you know why you have come out the best after all those washing disasters?
Black : Nope, I really didn’t put my mind to it.
Grey : Exactly, that’s why ! The more you worry about such trivial issues, the faster you wither.
Black : hmmm…probably…that’s what happened to Blue too. Though he got back his color, his texture is completely ruined.
Just then a female colleague passed by my side and complimented on my dress.
Black : Heyy Grey, you rock.
Grey : Not without you, buddy !
Black : Thanks Grey. Btw, did you notice that cute skirt. Is she single ?