The 'H' factor

Everybody has their unique criteria to begin to hunt for girl. For some it’s the fair colour, for some it’s the vital stats but for me it’s the ‘H-Factor’

Yes, the H factor. A for apple and H for height.

They say- 'you get some, you lose some'. I got extra 7-8 pounds, extremely deteriorated sense of humor , extra pair of eyes (specs) and in return I lost 1 foot of my height. I guess i have gained more...rite?

But this H factor has played a vital role throughout my life.

During the school days, in the assembly, queue was formed based on the ascending height order. I used to be the second in the queue from front. Yes! People shorter than me used to exist in those days. Abhishek was there at the first place. Sadly, last time I met him, he was looking down and I was looking up while talking.

Anyways, back in the fifth grade I used to feel proud to lead the assembly queue. Later in the time when hormonal changes occur, hair comes out from all parts of the body and u feel the sensation of pehla pyar pehli pehli baar – it was then I realized that being a leader in the queue is the most stupid thing. People at the back side have the advantage of talking, chatting. But what u gets for being in the front is standing in the attention position for fucking 30 mins in the temp of 45-48 degrees.

The additional advantage for shorter dudes like me was that in our school sitting arrangement was based on height for some duration in some grade. I am not sure of exact figure. Now I used to fall in the average gals height in those days. (Now, I am below average in this category too). So it was the rainy days of my life. The days which every (normal) dude dreams about. Girls all around with only me and Abhishek in the middle and that too when Abhishek was not much of a competition. Yes! I was the prince back then. (Alas, gone are the days! Fuck JEE, Fuck life)

I was proud of my below average height. What to shame about it- (Sir) Sachin is not tall. I used to compare myself with Sachin but later I realize I was the VRV Singh in the talent. And when you have the talent of that level, you ought to have height. But Alas, again.

I used to measure myself on the wall of my house. In my 10^th grade I put a mark there and this summer after my graduation, I went home only to find that I am still marking the same height. WTF?

The only advantage which I have still enjoyed till now and hope to enjoy for the coming whole life is instant recognizability.

Gal X: Hey you know that guy from our batch?

Gal Y: Which one?

Gal X: The little guy. The smaller one which looks quite short.

Gal Y (smiling): Yeah, I remember. What about him?

Gal X: He is so hot na! I have a crush on him. [Oh okay, that’s me. Dreaming again.]

My mom used to console me that "don’t worry, there are chances for the height to increase till the age of 21."

21^st birthday came and gone.

22 also came and now it’s the turn for 23.

I trust you mama and I am still waiting.