So I was in Delhi earlier this week. We shook the sleep out of our eyes and took the 6 00 a.m flight from Bangalore. Landed safely (I am in-and-out acrophobic. I wish to die beautiful. Up in the air, I murmur many deals with all the gods my brains could think of. So yeah, landing safely is sort of a big deal). We had to wait for two hours in the endless queue for a cab,due to puja holidays' rush. Hence could not attend the meeting in morning. Perhaps sleep's wrath for driving it out so soon. Took a metro from Karol Bagh to Noida. Author is used to travelling in uncivilized parts of the country in a tonga. So Metro was like-Whoa!!! what is this thing? Trains of India? Had to take plastic coins for tickets, put my bag through an electronic scanner, swipe the tickets and get into the station. Wait for the train in the correct platform, near "women only" coach. Once the doors open, I come across 'beauties' of all kinds. The following is in common with all girls (well, at least 90% of those I witnessed)1. More than the dress you wear, the hair you bear needs ironing. That is the need of the hour. Then it has to be cut at odd places, each strand in a different length and let loose. Make the hair wantonly fall all over your face and keep pushing it apart with one hand, of course, cell phone in the other hand. Color it with some pale brown or deep maroon, the exact sick dead color that your hair will naturally get once unattended for two three weeks. Dah this is fashion. God save them.
2. Painting of finger and toe nails is a must. That too in shades of black, green, blue etc which, at least to me, look devilish. I had a good mind to take a nail cutter and clip them all off. Believe me, there were two college girls who were actually applying a 'third coat of nail enamel' on the running train, cursing their mother all along for forcing them to a breakfast which wasted their time, that could otherwise have been used for painting nails. Duh!!!3. The more uncomfortable your slippers are, the more fashionable you are !!! I am happy with my floaters, no matter what people say, its torn, its old, it does not go well with my clothes etc. My question is: Aren't footwear meant to go well with your feet rather than clothes? I just don't get the point.
4. You should show just the right amount of cleavage as a semi naked arousal technique. Men look on. In return they get monster stares from cleavage bearers. Girls forget the fact that there's a top button on their shirts that yearns to be put on. And those good ones that don't show cleavage, wear such tight non breathable T shirts, that the push-up brassiere pattern could be made out easily.
To all the girls: You look beautiful. In your own special way. So please DO NOT go out of the way to spoil it.
Found these few lines somewhere and thought will put it up here.
Go ahead take a second glace,
It may be your last chance.
This beauty right here,
Is not what she is to appear.
All the make-up and all the lies,
Something you cant see through naked eyes.
True beauty that is hard to find,
It comes from within the soul & mind.
When I stand here you turn away,
As my inner self starts to decay,
Just like an old pipe beginning to rust,
Another of God's true beauty turns to dust.
It may be your last chance.
This beauty right here,
Is not what she is to appear.
All the make-up and all the lies,
Something you cant see through naked eyes.
True beauty that is hard to find,
It comes from within the soul & mind.
When I stand here you turn away,
As my inner self starts to decay,
Just like an old pipe beginning to rust,
Another of God's true beauty turns to dust.
