My stubble, it’s mine
How can I hate that smelly stubble?
The unshaven bard sang his song merrily and people clapped. He stroked his trademark prickly stubble and after finishing his song, said, ‘Three cheers for the all-male how-can-I club.’
The next performance was by the all-women why-must-I club and they believed in only protest plays, protest songs, and protest slogans. There was never a day that they were not able to think up of some or the other form of protest. Even today they had come prepared with a protest play on the way women were molested by journalists and judges alike. But hearing the song by their rival club, their think tank sat for a while and wrote a song for them.
The refrain, and I’m sure you’ve guessed the words by now, went…
Your stubble, it’s yours
Why must I hate that smelly stubble?
The first stanza was even more precise…
Be with and live with your stubble, dear
But don’t you bother to ever come near
I hope I have now made it all clear
Clean that smelly stubble and we’ll cheer!
The intensely competitive stances of these two clubs were always a joy to watch because creative juices flowed unabatedly. However, that evening, people witnessed a miracle.
The how-can-I boys were shaven and sitting sharing dreams of their future with the why-must-I girls. The next day’s local paper headlines were:
We-can-we-will club born!
People still wonder if it was the clean-shaven looks of the boys that bowled over the girls or if it was the song that brought about this change. People looked forward to a new form of creative expression from this new club now.
My series of 10 posts on smelly stubbles:
The stubble debate
The tricky twins!
Men in pursuit
Part and parcel
Twenty-four years later
06 December 2013