Me, I am a simple guy. Well, I say so - and seeing as it is my review, only and ONLY my viewpoint counts insofaras my simpleness or lack of it is concerned.
As I was saying before I so rudely interrupted my good self{or bad self: depends upon your viewpoint, which I can do nothing about}{note my blunt honesty};
Me, I am a simpe guy. A guy who used to be carefree and happy, at peace with himself and the rest of the world. untill the fatefull day we purchased a philips steam iron. Who’s the bloke who invented the damn thing anyway? Would love to know!
Wait a minute, wait a minute. I am still happy. But one kind of hapiness has nothing to do with another kind of happiness.
The kind of happiness I am referring to here is the kind every male - at least the archetypical male - can very well identify with. The kind where we can make statements like "Kal Karunga" "Yaar baad mein dhobi ko de dungaa" "Istri karnaa nahi aataa" "Dhobi ko bhi kamaane do" "Tour par do set zyaadaa rakhtaa hun. " "Tum kar do" and many, many more variations. e can make these with impunity and get away with it too! Devious. that’s us humans of the male variety.
Well, it so happened that we chanced upon the steam iron while roaming in a big rather huge store "Lotus" at Indore. This is 4 years ago or thereabouts. My wife v-e-r-y innocently suggested that we purchase a steam iron - thereby proving that females can be as devious as us. And, as conclusive proof of my simplicity. I readily agreed.
But for me the result was goodbye procrastination: it was so simple to iron with it! Which brings me to my usual line: The title of my review says it all!
So we enter the dragon. time passes. Steam iron does its job. Initially, only a few clothes get to meet the heat of the iron personally, usually only small trinkets. I insist on keeping the dhobi, you see.
And then. the idiot decides to quit. The imbecile not only quits himself, he lands the whole dang colony in a spot of hot water. What do I care about the colony? And why should you, mes amis, have to bardash karofy the rantings of an possibly deranged individual on this unconnected topic?
Reason, my dear friends, is that this individual is most definitely not deranged. The reason is also that there is only one alternative guy: and THAT means a doubling in turn-around time of your clothes coming back to you.
Which automatically means that either purchase new clothes, or get them done by your{ahem} wife. To all UNMARRIED males, {to quote sherlock holmes}, that is simplicity itself my dear watson. TRY it: just try it once you are married - all you umarried blokes.
An interesting aside: do you know that Sherlock Holmes never once quoted "Elementary, My dear Watson"? He said Elementary, he said My dear watson: but never the two of them together. What he actually stated was That is Simplicity itself. Amazing but true!
Well, I am luckier than most. My wife DID do the clothes, praise be to her. But Man is notorious for his colossal stupidity bordering on absolute imbecility. I am no different. I, too, and afflicted by the very same desease that plagues every male: from the ancient trilobite of the pre-cambrian epoch to the versatile male of the H. Sapiens species.
Seriously, men should be renamed H. Stupidiensis or Stupidibus Imbelicius or some such thing! That is a suggestion worth some very serious consideration!
Yours truly actually offered - note that - offered to help my love. No threats were issued, no inducements of any kind. No "yeh karoge to Paneer khilaoongi" "Yeh madad kar do warnaa maike chali jaoongi" stuff whatsoever. Still, I proffered my help. My wife was most unimpressed, having seen my earlier efforts with our normal iron. I insisted. Yes, you heard and read me right. I INSISTED! Beat that for stupidity!
Sach hai. mard jaati door ki soch hi nahi sakti!
So I started my first baby-ish faltering steps with the steam iron.
Wonder of wonders. shirts/trousers came out real fine indeed!
And that brings me to the topic: Philips steam iron.
I am individual who hadn’t done ironing too often. I always found the creases too difficult to follow, the wrinkles too difficult too tough to iron out. I would always have to run and re-run the iron over the wrinkles. I would always create a double crease. And I would take far too long for even a single cloth. And I would find shirts an impossible task, an impossible hurdle.
Using the steam iron changed all that. Creases were adhered to, wrinkles ironed out easily. Shirts barrier succesfully overcome!
But why only philips? That is simplicity itself. my dear Watson! The availability of this item was the most, visibility was the highesy, the brand the best known and the orice was right. All of that plus the fact that steam iron as a category was marked by the absence of other players in a big way!
If you haven’t tried a steam iron and are of the female denomination from any species, you couldn’t do better than to get one. Lightening of work load, for one. Time saving for another, Money saving as a third. And if you have a husband as foolish as me{which he is if he belongs to the male denomination}, then you have a patsy to dump some load onto as a fabulous fourth!
Umarried males? Same as above. Married males? Pooch kar kyaa faaydaa? Karoge wohi jo biwi karegi!
And what happened to my story? Well, my love for persisted depsite this pesecution: I actually continued helping her by doing my own clothes whenever possible. TIll the time we shifted homes, when I went for the dhobi option like a shot!
And the steam Iron? It continues its work unabated - although its work load is not as huge as it used to be in its jawaani!
It is a philips, after all. A true reliable workhorse1