Jan 10, 2013

542. The Nuances of wearing a Dhoti


I hate wearing dhotis (A white wrap around clothing for men in India). But I had no other choice when I did my MBA in Kerala. The college was a cool place to study in.(Rajagiri School of Management) . The professors were brilliant. The Dudes and Babes in the college were classy. We had to wear formal dress to classes. 

During festival season (Onam, Diwali, Holi) we had to wear dhoti to college. I am comfortable wearing three-fourths or pants; but I was always scared of wearing a dhoti because of the fear that it would fall anytime. The above picture is taken in our college bridge along with my classmates Nando and D'Cruz. 

Wearing a dhoti is very easy. All you have to do is wrap it around your waist, the same way you wrap a towel around your waist after a bath. 

For starters, 

1) Always wear a belt after you wrap yourself with a dhoti (referred to as mundu in malayalam)

2) Underneath the dhoti, you should always wear an underwear. A pattapatti underwear would be the best combination. Even if you don't have one, make sure that you wear a boxer underneath. Please wash the underwear and wear it.

3) Walk as if you have piles. Don't take long strides. For every long stride that you make, the chances of the dhoti loosening is more.

4) When you fold your dhoti make sure that you fold it only till your knees. Don't reveal too much of your thighs. 

5) Wearing a dhoti gives you the same feeling that a saree or a skirt gives to a girl. 

An unforgettable incident happened when I wore the dhoti for the first time in my life. I had already spoken about it long time ago. I am gonna write it again here because it would be a perfect end for this post. It happened in the year 2004.

Onam 2004

1)My first Onam.( Onam is a festival celebrated in Kerala)
2)My first mundu (dhoti) experience.( Mundu is a traditional MEN's wear in Kerala. It is similar to the Indian Dhoti)

Both these things happened on the same day.

The day started as usual...The alarm started its daily routine of trying to wake me up at 8 am..As usual my hand had enough strength to reach for the snooze Button and calm it down...I snoozed my way back into my dirty bedsheet... The alarm rang again at 8.15 am...My hand again came out of the bedsheet and searched for the alarm clock. But I could not find it.My MBA roomie( Joseph) moved it to a place which was out of reach.

I suddenly felt a pain on my Royal Posterior. I realised that it was the powerful left leg of my roomie that just kicked the brains off my lower back.My roomie kicked me again and this time I found myself out of the bed..Still wrapped in my bedsheet.. But, before he gave me a third kick which would have resulted in the sudden stoppage of my future generation evolution, I woke up....(Joseph! I hate your left leg)..

Having full faith in my roomie( I was / is straight.. and he was/is straight too), I allowed him to tie the knot around my waist( I am referring to the mundu). It was funny for me.I had doubts whether the mundu would stand the test of time and energy.But the belt that supported the mundu, gave me enough confidence.Oh! It was a great feeling to wear a mundu and walk around.The whole day went in a gala mood.Pookalam( Flower carpet decoration on the floor), vadam pulling( Tug of war), chakki and changaran( Mr and Ms Onam).and lots of other extempore games.. I had great fun... Little did i know that the real fun was yet to come..

The day was finally over; it was around three pm and I started my long walk back to the place where I stayed..(It was a long uphill road from the college).. The sun was beaming full of confidence..Suddenly my hip and the belt had a bi-lateral conflict and beforeI realised, I was walking without the mundu.. I was releived because I had a long kurta top.. I turned around and to my horror saw a bunch of senior babes walking behind me..What can i do? I closed my eyes and ran inside my room... I heard them giggle as they crossed my room and the giggles erupted into laughter when they saw me peeping out of the window... Wisdom struck me at the right time.. Our national leaders have gone through sufferings worser than this and what happened to me then was not a big deal..

So I boldly came out of the room,still in the same outfit only to find another bunch of babes walking towards me from the opposite direction. As I was a gentleman, I tried to have an eye to eye contact with them. But they were really shy. They were not looking into my eyes..Only after they went past me , it crossed my mind where exactly their gaze went to...Well as they say! great men have to go through struggles and trials.So I took it again in my stride.

- Chronicwriter

9 comments:

  1. Did you find later where the mundu went? :P And you took it in your stride... quite literally too! haha! good one!

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  2. Lol @ 3rd point. One has to walk like that. :P
    Btw, Good one. :)

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  3. Seriously i have never understood why anyone wants to wear that thing. In north they wear doti in totally awkward position and in south it's just wrapped around the waist. What the hell is with that?

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  4. LOL!!
    I have mallu friends who wear three fourths below the mundu.
    Shame Shame..you guys can't even wear a mundu properly :P :P

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  5. Are you wearing socks in that photo?!

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  6. I miss Onam pretty much now..by the way I know that N-D'cruz as well

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  7. I'm damn sure in the photo, what you are thinking!
    It's, "OMG, my Dhoti is already lose and now how do I come to normal prosition without that girl's notice?'. Am I right?...Yes I'm. ;)

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  8. Wear decent Prussian soldier uniform, not those backward egyptian loinclothes

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