BEAUTIFUL...that's how my day began today!!!!

The hour hand had barely crossed Eight in the morning and I was ready for office. For those who don’t know me much, being at my desk by 9 AM is a sea change considering my work hours in my previous job with Levi’s. There I had the entire Charminar City for my office and I would be at work the moment I logged in to my laptop. So I could work from home in the morning and then venture out by 10AM. However, this practice had changed since Shiladitya (my friend) joined me in Hyderabad and we would be out by 9AM to stuff ourselves with some vadas and a cup of tea. It was more of an exercise than breakfast I would say. Here my sole purpose for reaching early is the comfort of the Air Conditioner that allows me to enjoy my first cup of tea as I glance through the newspapers. I found it really funny when I realised that in my previous role, my final Bye would be to the Security Guard and in the current one, he is d first one to be greeted by me. 

Let me not get into further details and instead stick to the theme of this post. Rain clouds had gathered and it started to drizzle. Having experienced a near fall a few days back while trying to avoid the puddles, I told myself that it is better to move rather than stick around and get drowned in the pool that others call the By-lane. So here I was by the roadside waiting for an auto and then SHE CAME. Not the auto but an angel who perhaps had forgotten her way and came my way. I was rendered speechless by the magnificence of her beauty. Honestly, at that moment I could only remember one of my all time favourite songs..... “When I saw you standing there….” -by Lobo. There was no Chair and neither did I fall but I did surely feel the Blood go to my feet. She had not spoken though. Sun was shining bright and no signs of any rain in the air. I had come out for a casual morning walk on a holiday and had all the time in the world to stand there under the shade of the tree which had been perfectly planned and planted by Mr.Corbusier. But just then a rude sound eclipsed the Sun, brought in the rains and I again found myself waiting for an auto to reach office at the earliest. As I was being dragged into the Auto by some invisible hand, my shoulder came under severe stress for I just wanted to worship the Goddess one last time. Initially I felt bad that she was not in the same Auto but then I found myself staring at a 50 year old Uncle with hardly any air gap between us. This is one thing that I hate about 7-Seaters. You run out of ideas as to where to look. It would have been so embarrassing for her to find a “Villainous” looking man looking at her for the entire length of the journey. Forget her, how torturous would it be on man who has to look elsewhere when probably one of the most beautiful women is seated just opposite. Thank God, she was not there and the feeling of joy was not marred by such atrocities. As someone had rightly said, “A thing of beauty is a joy forever” and so shall the joy remain within me.

She was very fair and her face had very sharp features. The face had a heavenly glow and a kind of sweetness to it. I don’t think cosmetics can change the look drastically. The eyes were prominent and worth a good amount of insurance. I like it when woman leave their hair untied either the curls falling on the shoulders or flowing down smooth as a silk. Her height was perfect keeping in mind her built. She was neither Size Zero nor Bulky framed. She was like a typical Indian beauty, who has enough curves for a Saree to drape perfectly. Someone had once said that a woman’s feet reflect her character. I did not believe in this piece of outrageous analysis then and still I don’t give a damn. But, for some strange reason I do tend to check out the feet and I was literally floored to see her feet match the awesomeness of her face. A “paayal” fitted in very nicely and further accentuated the attractiveness. She was wearing Harem pants and a fitted tank top to go with it. The best part was that she kept it minimal and didn’t over-accessorize. I believe Black and certain tones of Red look good on most women. Her demeanour exuded confidence and she was at ease with her body. That is why she was able to carry herself that well. Some naturally endowed people look vulgar and artificial just because they themselves are not sure about their looks. They always look at the outside world for cues. Beauty is only skin deep and beyond that lies the real Beauty, the Beauty of character and personality. Tons of powder is nothing but dust if the mind is not clutter free. Being part of the fashion industry for a while, I know that it is good to be conscious about ones look. But there is a very thin line. The moment you grow over conscious, you screw your happiness as external appreciation becomes your index of beauty or smartness and that is often misleading.

I have written precisely 938 words as of now to paint a picture of this beautiful woman and perhaps she is asleep by now. That is alright but actually I have used up these few minutes, some MBs and a little of my grey matter as a dedication to the entire Woman who think of themselves as beautiful. There is no shame in loving one’s own body or a certain attributes. It really stumps me when I find people of our generation considering it taboo to talk without any inhibitions about curves, sizes, figures and fits. This often translates into reactions which are cheap and demeaning especially to a woman. The idea is you need not wear the right clothes as long as you have the right attitude on. Some woman look decent even in Bikinis and a few can even make Sarees look cheap and vulgar. Sex appeal is actually not determined by a piece of fabric.

Oh I forgot to mention that there was a Guy with her, may be her Brother. I say so because he also had the model kind of looks. And I am not talking science here. In case you don''t know the popular conclusion in such cases, here it is for you.

"Koi bhi Ladka ek bahaut hi khubsoorat ladki ke saath ho toh yaa toh woh uska Bhai hota hain aur nahi toh bahaut hi gandha sa koi insaan hota hain, Langur ke haath mein Angoor types"!!!!