Short Story: When Stubble Disrupted Treatment...

By profession, being a physician, one needs to carry a well groomed look all the time, as irrespective of the time of the day when he is meeting his patients, it is his look that is definitely going to leave some positive impact on his patients.

That is what my friend Harshita also felt, and we agreed that depending on the person's profession, a stubble should never come in the way of a man’s chance to make a good impression. Harshita has been a friend, ever since I started school, carried forward till college.

I remember an incident during my college days, when Harshita and I, were driving from college, on a foggy evening, 5: 30 PM. We had gotten late while leaving college that day.

Harshita was behind the wheel. The car met with an accident and she injured her nose, while I had suffered a cut on my shoulder. It was bleeding profusely, her nose. She was almost unconscious and there was no one around who would help me in taking her to the nearby hospital. It was good that she was still able to respond when I asked her if she would be able to keep her up till we reach hospital. She replied in the affirmative. That response from her gave me some confidence that I alone would be able to do whatever is the need of the hour.

I arranged for some ice cubes immediately from a nearby restaurant and applied it on her bleeding nose. It helped in controlling the bleeding, so much so that it had reduced  drastically by now. I took an auto-rickshaw and pushed her in, to rush to a nearby hospital.

Somehow, we were told to meet the Head of Department of Medicine, Dr. Sharma. I first went into Dr. Sharma's cabin and found a disarrayed stubble on his face and that he was lost totally in his own thoughts. He did not appear to be a good doctor and the stubble in the first go itself, had not made a good impression.

Knowing that Harshita too would feel the same and would deny treatment by Dr. Sharma, I checked with the Reception for any other doctor, junior to Dr. Sharma.

 It was Dr. Juneja who was apparently much presentable than Dr. Sharma and hence we decided to go to him for Harshita's treatment.

Everything went well and Harshita was able to recover, well in a week’s time.

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Short Story: Of An Interview And A Clean Shaven Look...

At times, in life, under certain circumstances, it becomes quite difficult to choose between two options even if those are as plain as “Yes” and “No”. But under the same circumstance, if you try to read out the latent messages from nature, be it Mother Nature or the nature of the person or object in question, you probably get a clear cut path to opt for. 

I have experienced the same many a times, whenever I have been in doubt of taking a clear cut decision but at such times, with my common sense and that intuitive message, I am able to take a call instantly and it has always proved to be a good decision.

It was last year during the same period when I was looking for a change in job and there was an offer to attend an interview in another city. I had to reach Chandigarh the day after tomorrow and report to their office at 10 AM. This was a multinational company and was quite reputed on global fronts. 

I decided to give it a chance and in my heart prayed to God to help me in getting this job. I immediately checked online for a train ticket but in vain. 

The only option left was to travel by road. If I would opt to go by air. for such a short distance, it would turn out to be equal or more time consuming. By road – I had a choice to either to go by a Volvo or to hire a cab.

On checking online for the Volvo service for the desired day, I found that, it was also completely booked, though the travel company was accepting the booking on the condition that the booking would be wait-listed and shall be confirmed only at the time of departure of the bus. It was too dicey.

So, finally I decided to hire a cab. I searched for a suitable cab service online and booked my cab for 3 AM for the day after tomorrow. By starting at that time, it will be comfortable to reach well in time for the interview. The cab had to report at 2:45 AM for pick up. At 1 AM, I received a message that the cab was confirmed and I could see the cab driver's profile online by logging on their portal. I logged in and found the driver to be quite impressive, going by his looks - clean shaven,

young and alert.

At 2 AM, when I received a call from the driver, I confirmed if he was the same person as was appearing their on portal, as my driver. Also, whether he was maintaining the same clean shaven look or was now maintaining a stubble. He said that being an orphan, he was raised by a family serving in the Indian Army. Hence, the one virtue that had gone deep down into his heart and mind was that of discipline and hence there was no question of compromise with his personality.

The cab was right there at my doorstep, in time and the confident, clean shaven driver with a well-groomed look, as opposed to an ill-faced and ill-mannered one, elevated my positive attitude for the interview.

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Short Story: Once Upon A Time There Was A Prince On Facebook

It was raining that day. Since morning. In fact there was a loud thunderstorm during the whole night and then it started pouring. He was here in Delhi from Pune, for the first time, as he told me. He had come to meet me. We had decided to have a blind date. I was wondering how it would happen. If it keeps raining till evening, it will never be possible to meet him. And that is what happened exactly. I opened my laptop. I knew he would be online, as usual. We were chatting over internet for last 6 months. It was my 19^th birthday. We had a party at home and afterwards, though it was quite late, I got engrossed into my Facebook account. It was my daily routine to spare some time for my single passion – Facebook. Chatting was not my regular task. Definitely not with strangers. With sissy, bro and cousins, definitely yes, but not that regular. I was here in a hostel, to complete my MBBS, from one of the premium national medical college in Delhi.

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When I received his request that day from Dr. Snigdh, just for curiosity sake, visited his profile page, before accepting the request. It was the message along with request that forced me towards his profile page. The message said “You are about to be a doctor, I am an established surgeon in Pune. Would you like to be my friend?”. His profile said he was a surgeon in Pune Hospital. He was 25. And as per his pics on his profile – quite smart, handsome and clean-shaven. He appeared more like a film star in his profile pics. As I had thought, he was online, and the moment I logged in into my account, there was a message pop - up – “We would be meeting tomorrow, I have cancelled my flight for tomorrow early morning to Friday”. I agreed. Somehow, I was trying to perceive some indications the bad weather was trying to give.

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Next day evening, we met at the planned restaurant. I was waiting, taking a corner table, waiting for that smart clean-shaven face to appear. But what happened exactly was totally beyond my imagination. A middle aged man appeared approaching in my direction, a full grown stubble on his face, with some white hair, here and there in his beard. “Hello, I am Sushant.”. Who Sushant? He said – “Actually I am maintaining that account with a disguised face and name”. And I have fallen in love with you, he said. The blind date was a big flop, I just rushed back home thinking, even if the man was not a surgeon but had he not carrying a stubble probably I would have obliged him by having a coffee with him. But coffee with a man with a stubble? – Not at all!

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Short Story: The Guy Who Never Gave Me A Chance To Ask #WillYouShave

We had never thought of this beautiful turn that life took for us. Neither he, nor me, had ever planned for this. It happened all of a sudden. He was the first to propose, and it took me no time to say “Yes”. I had known him from school days. He was 2 years senior to me. We first met when he was in 8^th standard and I joined the city’s best public school in 6^th with a migration certificate from another city, in the middle of the session. My father was in intelligence those days and at a senior position. At such position there are always last minute transfers, never told in advance, for various security and other reasons. So that was it. It has happened many times earlier too. Overnight we are either taking a flight for another location, or moving by road in a SUV. And first few days would be a stay in any luxury hotel, till there is a nod to move to the new, completely furnished home. The essential things from previous house would get shifted within that period.

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This time we had to take a flight as moving from South to North would have taken days by road. Well, to cut it short I was in a place where winter and summer – both show their extremes. To come back to Rashit. He was in 8^th standard, tall, smart and handsome. Well built, broad shoulders, because for last one year he was completely dedicated in sports, representing school in two major games – Badminton and Basket Ball. And in both the games, our school team was champion since his inception as captain of school team. He was the school hero. We got gelled well in a very short time after I joined the school. His father was a Brigadier, Officer Rank 6 in Indian Army. Probably the discipline was inherited by Rashit from his father. For last 10 years we are good friends, rather family friends. By the time he was leaving school after his 12^th, our families had become good friends. He had started shaving regularly during his 12^th. And after that I never saw him with a stubble. Like father, like son.

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That was the only thing that came to my mind when he proposed me all of a sudden few years back, that the guy who takes care of himself so well would never let me down and would be quite attentive, careful and loving towards family, always. That is the reason we are together after we got married 3 years back. He is what he was, still the same, no stubble, ever. Always clean-shaven, caring and loving!

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Tag accepted - jaideepkhanduja @PebbleInWaters

Short Story: When Captain Ranjit's Stubble Converted My Half Yes To Big Full No

It was my first meeting with him. We had to go together – Ma, Pa and me. Occasion? Well the occasion was to visit Captain Ranjit Singh Shaurya’s residence. Purpose? Purpose was to meet and decide. Decide what? Decide to make him my life partner. Looking at his photograph that Pa showed me a couple of days before, was good enough to grab 50% yes. Rest 50% I had kept reserved for this personal meeting, face to face, to meet, look and see and then take a call of balance 50%. Ma and Pa had given me full liberty by telling me that it will be totally my call in all decisions related to me and my life. They will be there always, to guide me, suggest me and counsel me; but finally it has to be my call. Great are my Ma and Pa!

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 No, he is not a captain of the Indian team – cricket, football, hockey or volleyball; he is a Captain in Indian Army. On the way to his house, I was just refreshing in my mind, his clean-shaven face, his handsome appearance and the smartness he was carrying all along. We reached well as per fixed time. I was told that his grandmother, mother and father would also be there at the home to welcome us. Ranjit is posted in Kanpur currently. Every three years they have posting at a different place. I was excited and thinking of the rest of 50% that will decide if I would be moving city to city, covering all over India during rest of the years of my life. And probably finally we would be settling in the best of the places visited.

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Knock Knock! Ah, I mean Pa pressed the doorbell and Ranjit’s father opened the door. Everyone was sitting in the drawing where we were taken along by Ranjit’s father. But what is this? Ranjit was not at all looking as smart and handsome as his photograph was. Reason? He was carrying a stubble, almost 2-3 days old. What could be the reason? Any serious thing happened in the house? “No, nothing! All is fine!” said his mother when Ma asked them. Then why Ranjit is not clean shaven? “Oh, he is just like that. He is quite disciplined when on duty but at home he stays quite relaxed like this”, said his mother.

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Nothing doing. The rest of 50% had made earlier +50 to -50 too. The final call was a big no from my side just for a simple reason. The guy is a gentleman only when on duty and at home is so careless about emotions of others that he never bothers to clean-shave his face. NO! That was it!

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Canine Friends Turned Stubble Foes!

IndiBlogger's Surprise

BlogAdda's Surprise

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'Woof Woof!', My American Snipers Jumped With Delight...

Snappy, Chinky, Their Faces Were So Bright!

Oh! How They Managed To Jump Upto My Knee's Height...

Why, Hubby & Me Had Arrived Home After A Fortnight!

Bruno, The Labrador, Maintained A Considerable Distance...

In His Eyes, Gleamed A Prominent Resistance!

I Was Urged To Question If He Needed Assistance...

A Request To Stay Away, Was His Insistence...

Dearest Daughter Managed To Intervene...

She Was Quick Enough To Understand The Scene!

She Observed Us, As If Under A Microscopic Screen...

Wittily Spotting Hubby's Stubble, Unclean!

Embarking On A Long Vacation Took Its Toll...

Hubby Had To Skip His Shaving Roll!

With The Adventure Quotient High, On A Stroll...

His Hair Had Grown Thick, Like A Hard Cotton Boll!

By This Negligence Of His, Even His Furry Friend Was Irritated...

In Front Of His Unhygienic Ways, Even Their Pet - Master Loyalty Faded!

This Tiff Had Sparked A Sense Of Hatred, Which Hubby Disliked...

Instantly Making A Leap To The Washroom, To Don A Look, Sophisticated!

All That Time, One Statement Had Occupied Bruno's Thought Bubble...

It Was This - "I Hate That Unclean Stubble!"

Stubble Was The Reason Behind All The Trouble...

Which Behaved Like A Sword, With Its Edges, Double!

Fifteen Minutes Hence, This Is What We Discover...

The Canine's Love For Master - We Saw It Recover!

The Clean Shaven Look - Was Thus Gradually Uncovered...

Which Then Made A Stubble's Foe Turn A Shaven's Lover!

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This post is written as a part of the Protest Against Unclean Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda. I am accepting a tag from my blogger friend, Anita, who had tagged me in this post, and have written this post as a response to the same.

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As Time PAUSes...

IndiBlogger's Surprise

BlogAdda's Surprise

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Time Is Free...

But It Is Priceless...

You Can't Own It...

But You Can Use It...

You Can't Keep It...

But You Can Spend It...

Once It's Lost...

There's No Looking Back!

If You Don't Have Time To Do It Right...

Brace Yourself To Do It Over!

Because 'There Is Still Time'...

Soon Becomes 'It Is Too Late'!

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This was a philosophical take on time, wasn't it?

How about a historical take?

Of Course, With A Twist...

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Two Eras Of Time...

Two Parallels Drawn..

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Which Eras?

Pre - historic, Robo - futuristic!

Parallels Between What?

The Stubble Times!

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Rewind!

Picture This...

Low-intellect Homo Sapiens scrambling around on parched soil.

Zero civic sense, zero dressing sense, zero levels of hygiene...

Wasn't It So Ridiculous?

Undignified lifestyles were seen at every nook and corner...

The prehistoric man's shabby outlook towards maintaining personal hygiene was well reflected in his looks.

Scampering around in leaves, hair all over the body, hairy beasts, weren't they?

And So Was Their Stubble!

Uncontrolled Growth Of Facial Hair Has Been Looked Down At Ever Since Pre-history!

Picture Them Trying To Woo Their Love Interests...

Did They Succeed At First?

Nah!

"I Hate That Unclean Stubble!" - Was The Thought Behind The Ladies' 'No, I Won't!'

And since methods to control facial hair were yet to be thought about, the ladies had to keep mum about it!

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Fast - Forward To The Robo-Times...

What Do We Find?

Intelligent Machines...

Robots - With Bodies Made Of Steel,

Metallic Physique - so that there is not even a fine hair - like margin of...

Growth Of Facial Hair!

And So, The She - Robots Go All Floored On The He - Robots' Initiations Towards A Relationship!

Their (The He-Robots') clean shaven looks bowl them (The She-Robots) over, every single time!

This post is written as a part of the Protest Against Unclean Stubble  Activity in association with BlogAdda. I am accepting a tag from my blogger friend, Priyanka, who had tagged me in this post, and have written this post as a response to the same.
I would like to tag you back, Priyanka!

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Mr. Stubbly Stephen VS Mr. Clean Shaven Christopher

IndiBlogger's Surprise!

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BlogAdda's Surprise!

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"Welcome Folks...

Here We Have,

On Opposite Poles Of The Debating Ring..."

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~*Mr. Stubbly Stephen*~

&

~*Mr. Clean Shaven Christopher*~

There Will Be A For & An Against...

But, Of Course, With A Twist!

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Instead Of Common - Folk Mic Blaring,

We'll Have A Sporting Sing - Song Argument...

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The Topic:- Stubbly VS Shaven!

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Popeye And Brutus At Loggerheads, Much Like Christopher And Stephen...
Match Popeye's Confidence With That Of Christopher's...
And Brutus' Hollow Pride With That Of Stephen's.

Oye! Don Your Debating Dresses!

Prepare Your Argumentative Addresses...

Decide All Your Word Stresses!

 Put Up A Show Which Impresses...

Chances Be Given Alphabetically...

And Not Hypothetically!

Mr. Christopher, Present Yourself Poetically...

If You Can't, Please Retreat Apologetically!

A Clean Shaven Christopher Cha - Cha's Into The Scene!

He Believes It Is In The Genes...

To Be Shaven, Is What Suits His Dancer's Sheen!

He Opines It Attracts All Sweet Sixteens...

The Panel Now Calls Upon The Other Contender...

On This Seventeenth Of December!

Mr. Stephen, Present Your Competitor...

With A Contention That Makes It Tougher!

A Stubbly Mr. Stephen Shuffles Himself Onto The Dais!

Assembling Himself To A Minuscule Presentable  Phase...

Alas, Silence At Such An Occasion Has No Appraise!

Ashamed Of His Uncleanliness, Stephen Sinks Into Malaise...

The House Stands Undivided...

The Contest, Mr. Christopher, Then Is Completely One Sided!

It Would Have Been Trickier, If Mr. Stephen Confided...

As To What His Honest Opinion Was, Only If He Decided!

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Evidently, Every One Had Just One Thought Conquering Their Minds...

Be It The Jury, Or Mr. Christopher, Or Even Mr. Stephen!

It Was...

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"I Hate That Unclean Stubble!"

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That's How A Routine Atmosphere Was Laid To Rest At The Christian Debating Society's Weekly Contention.

The Most Disappointing Day For Stephen...

Was The Happiest Day For Christopher...

*~Clean Shaven Prevailed Over~*

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This post is written as a part of the Protest Against Unclean Stubble Activity in association with BlogAdda. I am accepting a tag from my blogger friend, Anita, who had tagged me in this post, and have written this post as a response to the same.

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