Torn by thoughts, faded by time

Scene 1-Few years ago...guess I was in 10th Grade[enough! Now stop guesstimating my age...focus on the reading the blog]

Dad: What's wrong with your jeans?
Me: Nothing...
Dad: Its torn at the knee...
Me: Hmm...ya...I will fix it

The next day I go to a store, buy one of these iron-on patches[to hide the tear] and cover up the tear on the knee because we got new clothes(unlike now, when we buy clothes at the drop of a hat...oops...i meant drop of the word discount%%%`) only 3 scheduled times a year. Birthday, Pongal and Diwali and if you had a generous bunch of realtives who gave you money for gifts for all these occassions, you could use it bit by bit for things you liked.

Scene 2[Present day @ a shopping mall outside a GAP store]

Me: Am going in to have a look around. Would you baby sit please...
Hubby: Ok [and trots my little one off to give mom some "Me" time]

Almost an hour later, after a swipe of the plastic and carrying a plastic bag with my favourite fabric, I met my better half[depending on what part of the day and our tolerance factor post the baby sitting turn] at the play-pen. He takes one look at my purchases and remarks..."Jeans with a couple of patches, faded in parts and stained a different colour in 2 or 3 places and a tear at the knee???..."...I could have done this for you for free with any of your existing jeans!!!

That's when the irony of it all hit me...like one fleeting moment[a la movie ishtyle]...years ago, I bought a patch to cover up the tear on the knee of the torn jean, because jeans was an indulgence then and you didnt get to buy expensive clothes other than once or twice a year. Here I was...spending money to buy a new pair that is supposed to look like it is already worn out, faded and lived in...

All I can say is, I hope my dad doesn't read this blog!!!