Beauty-Deeper than Skin?
Imagine being called a chauvinistic and irrational and young and that too by someone who apart from your name, sex, orientation and inclinations doesn’t even know you. People are judgmental, too eager to pass their decrees, like movie reviews they are all hell bent to shred you to pieces and why, because you happen to say or believe in something which is completely antithesis to their mental architecture and the worst part is like all movie reviews they couldn’t be any further away from the truth. Though the part about me being young is as true as the fact that night is dark and day is bright though in this part of the world days are no less bright then the night and also I tend to be irrational at times (who doesn’t) but me a chauvinist, the mere thought of it send me scurrying down with unstoppable bouts of hysteria and laughter. Actually, I love girls and in all shapes and sizes though I have a strong predilection for those beautiful types and seriously who doesn’t like to go around with people who are good looking, the way you look goes around a long way in determining the way people perceive you and that’s true irrespective of your gender, looks, color or ethnicity though girls tend to be more biased towards that inner beauty, I wonder what they gonna do with a really beautiful pair of kidneys or pancreas for that matter. Looks apart, I sincerely think that being beautiful is nothing short of gift because considering all the factors that go into determining your bone structure or complexion or your bust size, it’s nothing but a miracle when everything turns out to be exactly the way it is supposed to be but beauty comes at a price because more often than not beautiful people are the most conceited, suffering from perennial head in cloud syndrome but then it’s kind of ok for me because if beautiful people happen to be the most nicest and sweetest of all then what will happen to all those ugly types, who kind of live their lives in a hope that someone nice would come along and who would see the light beyond their looks and observe all the goodness inside.
There is nothing wrong about being ugly as long as you are comfortable with the fact and seriously there is nothing chauvinistic about my obsession towards beauty though you may accuse me of fascism or anti-Semitism but I seriously don’t care because beauty is what that works for me and just to settle the score about male chauvinism let me read you something from the diaries of a true filthier than pig male chauvinist, it goes around like I quote “Almost all the women I know nowadays are only really interested in how fat your wallet is. But then we live in changing times and that’s the way the cookie seems to be crumbling. Or they’re too goddamn dumb to understand the words that are coming outta my mouth.
I’ve always been the typical slavering lunatic when it comes to pretty girls and like all those of my ilk, I’ve had more than my fair share of relationships… none of which lasted more than a few months. Now, I’m just sick of the mind games, wasting money, time, patience, attention and energy on people who really don’t seem to notice any of that. Chicks today, like chicks before them, all want the moon and the stars. Just that today, chicks want it NOW, and they want a bigger moon with lots of f****** bright stars.”
Life as I saw It…
I was sitting in my class, staring haplessly at the girl sitting across the aisle from me, contemplating or rather trying to decipher each of her maneuvers though apart from a furtive glance or two there weren’t any. I tried listening to the teacher and for a full minute strived really hard to understand his words and his handwriting and the context he was referring to but a boring subject along with a boring teacher atop an almost three course lunch is a sure shot remedy for insomnia, even better than horse tranquillizers. But the irony with which the fate dealt me wouldn’t let me close my eyes for an instant because apart from the fact that I was sitting in the front row and well within the spitting radius of teacher, droopy eyelids would have meant going without attendance along with a stigma of inattentiveness and disrespect that would have hung around my neck like an albatross for rest of the term. So instead of closing my eyes, I tried to lose myself deep within the treacherous ravines of my mind and started to think about my life and the way it has been. It was like sitting amidst a teeming influx of humanity and cryptography, yet being all alone with your own stream of consciousness.
Life’s a journey and we are supposed to be moving along with it, are there any destinations in life perhaps not because each of us have to search for answers to our own life’s questions and each answer brings along or open doors towards more questions, the more you search the more you realize it’s not the answers but the search that matters, you are supposed to be moving just for the sake of moving because to stop in life would be a disgrace. But how many of us actually think about life, all we do is plan and endlessly so forgetting that best things in life happen unplanned like falling in love or getting drenched in rain. I indeed have come a long way but distances are of no consequences for it’s what you have learnt along the way that determines how far you have actually moved in your life.
I saw as the words hung themselves in the thin air, I saw my teacher gesticulating or dictating incessantly like a rehearsed clown and saw everyone else in the class as they scribbled with their heads bowed with in obeisance towards the travails of routines or proclivities which they all call as life. Soon the class ended and I was the only one left sitting, I looked around and found her staring at me. There are no destinations in life but perhaps there are milestones for I feel like I have just arrived at one.
