And I got Dumped…

I gotdumped.And this is how it went.
It is extremely sad.Do not laugh at it.

Ahem..Ahem..Knock Knock.

Knock Knock..

Excuse me…may I come in please?

Well,who is it?

What!!!I am me.The owner of this pair of trousers.
Isn’t this the Blue colored,Park Avenue,Size 32 trouser?
The one with a faded curry stain?

Yes.You seem to be talking to the right pair,but who are you.
My previous wearer was a normal sized,size 32,non spherical,Human being.
Who are you?

Hey,its me trouser…don’t you remember me?I know it has been a while
and I have put on a few grams here and there,but this is no way to
treat a friend

LOL…A few grams,you mean a few (quite a few) thousand grams.
Sorry,but you are not the right person,and I have found someone else.
Some who FITS!!!

And I was dumped.

Subsequently,I was dumped by my T-Shirt,denims and few other assorted
variety of clothing.
(Except for the free size,loose,baggy trousers who still seems to see
the heart of this beautiful human being(me) and accepts me for what I am)

Yep,this is what happens when you come out from a crazy scheduled fixed
bid project.You give up on exercise,eat anything and everything that
crosses your way,and make food the only way to take your mind off things.

Everything starts to seem smaller,weaker and fragile.
Why?
Because,you have become,bigger,fatter,and well fragile.

Staircases become insurmountable Munro,Walking becomes a punishment,
and only if you have to run behind a bus or something.Its as good(bad)
as a self humiliating reality show ( where you do crazy stuff and get money,
of course here you don’t).

Relatives and parents are aghast at your size in their
but being such nice people they are,give it a positive spin and say,
“Hey,you look healthy now :)…Gee”.

And your friends,who were silent till now (thinking of some wise crack
and not out of some concern)exclaim, “Hey football,where are you bumping off to?”
or,when you enter the house,”Hey,guys,is it just me or there is an earthquake around
here?” ,only makes you feel if you could just twist a few necks.
(Like that of a grilled chicken,woooo,slurp,oops,sorry,where was I :))

Okay,I don’t have much to say about it (it hurts,so as you know).

I guess I will continue my relationship with the loose baggy trousers,and get
some free sized stuff(waist size 40 would be a safe bet I guess,what do you guys
say?) who will love me unconditionally,will never judge me and never ever dump me.