Fuss about fuzz

Since 2010, not a month has passed by i haven’t spotted some facial fuzz. It was always there either in the form of an ugly beard or a walrus-y moustache or an unislamic goatee. This has nothing to do with my razor-phobia. I guess the idea was to look mature(r) than i actually was. Well, didn’t work out. Once a stupid child. Always a stupid child. However, with the dawn of 2015, i impulsively got rid of my mask. And as expected, received quite a lot of amusing comments.

Listing out a few of them:

• “Achha toh aap aise dikhte ho?” — barber
• “Namma mange porl aate.” — pappa
• “*surprised looks in Tulu*” — amma
• “*notgivingafuckface*” — brother
• “Police ne damki diya kya?” — colleague #1
• “School bus se office aaya?” — colleague #2
• “Kavla maal lag raha hai.” — colleague #3
• “New joinee?” — colleague #4
• “I liked you better with beard.” — boss
• “I still dislike you.” — colleague #5
• “Lost weight or what?” — colleague #6