My pair of jeans that I BUY (apart from the bucketload of crap that was given by my relatives!) are the only part of my wardrobe that I devote more than 5 minutes deliberation to. It takes me atleast 599 lectures from ZE PREZIDENT (my mom) to even start thinking about a new one, 9999 trials at the store only to nod vehemently and say "It just doesn't feel right!" and finally I get a mini penguin dance from the salesman when I finally (FINALLY!) choose one!
It takes atleast 3 months for it to start feeling like 'home' and about 5 months of continuous wear to get 'that personal touch'. Then to wash it? By golly, that's a no no! The dirtier the better! Wearing and tearing only adds spice! Whenever laundry day is close I hide my jeans in the remotest corners of the house but Mothers have this DIRT RADAR in them that somehow is one of the few gadgetsin the world that actually do their job well! Mom hunts it down, and when it is there hung out to dry, she stands there flashing a triumphant grin while I hunt through my cupboard to find it because I JUST CAN'T WEAR ANOTHER! (while wondering if my mom washed my jeans would be a valid excuse for not turning up at my friend's birthday party!Hmm...)
It is also an automatic rule- The 1st commandment in the Book Of Denim, Chap1, verses 1-1.5: " Do not wear any other jeans than the one true home pair of jeans. All other jeans are false jeans." Which automatically means that no matter how many pairs of jeans we may own, there shall be only one that we wear until it wears out! No matter how pathetic the MOTHER RADAR might think it is..
Mom asks me why. Frankly, I don't know. It is the way it is, no matter how many pairs I have I have to wear my favourite always. The others might come out of the shopping bag, stay in my cupboard gathering dust for years and not get my attention and finally end up as mom's poncha (rag). But well, they just don't feel right.
What is it about the connection between a youngster and his/her (no gender bias you may note! Does that get me brownie points? :P) pair of jeans? I guess no one can answer that question... It shall go down in the annals of history as one of those unresolved eternally debated questions for times to come- in the league of "Where did Man come from?", "Does God really exist?" and "Who's the IPL badass- Shashi Tharoor or Lalit Modi?" (hehehehe! Made the last one up! Seems to be the hottest topic now!So why no join th party! :P)
P.S.- The Minstrel was missing her old pair of jeans that she had to put away because they were fraying. Mom said no, bf said discard. But well, sneaked it out again, wore it with a kurta, frayed part concealed! Mission Accomplished! :) Home jeans rule!