Mark's life had become pretty mundane. He would wake up, wear his usual tee and go to his college everyday, only to find others in the same tee or the likes of it. The modus operandi was really killing him. All day in college, the spunk in his life being missing, he always wanted to be different. All he could dream was of fascinating designs that would set him apart from the college herd.

One fine day, while in a classroom, while looking out through the window, he saw a semi clad monk. The monk was calling him to follow. Mark rushed through the stairs, to get hold of him, as if all his answers were to be solved by this monk.

Panting, he reached the monk after chasing a mile. It almost felt like the monk was flying past him.

The conundrum made him ask the evident question, "I wanna break free of this humdrum tee. Where can I find the place for exquisite and awesome designs?"

The monk sat on the floor. Closed his eyes and chanted a mantra. "The answer is simple. Requires a lot of energy. I shall give you the coordinates that shall lead you to a 'designer moksha'. The land you tread is far off east in the Himalayas. But you cannot be selfish with this. Once you find an answer, you have to share it with others. I shall meet you there."

"I promise, once I get hold of this...". Mark was just finishing, the monk vanished into thin air.

Within a week, in the blizzard of the vast Himalayan range, Mark went on to from peaks to peaks. It was almost a journey of a lifetime for him. He traversed in the cold inhuman weather unafraid of the surrounding habitat. A hazy figurine soon appeared. Guess Mark was lucky indeed, it appeared to be the monk, again half naked.

"Welcome. A quarter mile ahead, you shall see brown rusted door in to a mountain. A big "Z" shall be on the door. Put your hand over it, and it shall lead you in. May you find what you want there?" Said the monk, and again vanished in a thin cold thrust.

As Mark put his palm on the doorway, a conjunction of metallic rusted doors opened his way into a dark galleria. The lamps lit off, the sooner he put his first step in. On both sideways, he could see hundreds of designer tees winging through, as if they were waiting to be worn on. He put those tees as many as he could in his bag, as he felt it was his one time chance. He was struggling to stuff more into his bag that suddenly someone shrug him from behind.

"Dude wake up, the class is over, don't you wanna go home? Why don't we play Age of Empires today? Ok, now don't give me that strange look, we shall go and watch the Gwyneth Paltrow flick of yours...", said Kevin.

"Dude you really don't know what just happened.I saw this monk.there was this huge set of tees in this strange place.. Wait a minute, I saw this tee you are wearing over there, it's the WolfMother design. Holy mother, please tell me where did you get this pick?" said Mark being flabbergasted.

"I know what you are talking about. You went to the land of TeeZen"