So out of the blues one day, I decided I'll heed my doctor's advice and won't shave for good. He had been telling me to avoid it until I got rid of my summer supply of pimples, but being presentable in college constitutes a huge chunk of any dude's check list. And so I'd been shaving each alternate day to keep looking like the gentleman that I was. And then the stubble. Slowly grew into a full grown beard. "Impressive growth rate.", I complimented myself. Then one fine day, they told us it was time to bid farewell to the college, with of course an official farewell from the college, that had sadly an official dress code. Yup! I ad to shave. Going through the routine, I checked out my face with just a moustache. The shaving cream smeared at rest of the places. It looked... errr.. impressive to say the least. "Does a moustache violate the term clean shaven? " I asked myself. "Probably it does. Probably it doesn't. But well worth the risk all the same." So there I was in my official farewell party with a big black moustache. It did earn me a lot more photo opportunities than normal apart from the glares and stares. And to this day I'm sporting the same bushy black moustache. Just that some things tell me it's the wrong era to be going around showing it off... Kids tried calling me uncle. Girls came forth with their particularly unappealing smile. And my own mother seems perturbed with me. They say a man without a moustache is like a cup of tea without sugar. But then, isn't that what doctors prescribe us for a healthy life these days?