once i showed a lovely photograph of a star hotel's lobby in nuwara eliya to a friend, and all he said was 'nice legs'. it so happened that a certain pair of female legs (belonging to urs truly)were seen lazing on the beautiful couch that i wanted captured. i laughed it off as one of those flirtatious statements friends (and why, pray, r they always men?) make, when they talk. what i missed was the insight that a pair of legs can cause the seismograph to wake up.
what opened my eyes to this earth shattering truth was a long and heated argument with a client who objected to showing the ankles of a woman behind a trial room door, saying it would evoke not interest but 'excitement'.
so i finally figured, after a masters thesis on the topic and after plenty of opinions (verbal and otherwise), the power of a pair of legs, or other exciting parts of the female anatomy.
it does figure why they call skirt suits power dressing, now, doesn't it?
what do u call a bunch of drunks sitting in a boat on goa beach(bogmala to be precise)? what do u infer when they're singing loud enough for the entire marine population of goa to go deaf? what level of lunacy is it when they're singing in 2 different languages at the same time? what are they feeling when cynicism, nostalgia, attraction and irreverence are all screaming for attention at the same time? r they sailing on the same boat or r they not? sailing yes, but maybe not on the same boat. maybe we were companions for a brief moment of madness and will never be able to stay in the same room (asylum?) again. maybe that proximity would last only as long as the night. or maybe longer. much like the legendary ark. the only other place and the only time when herbivores, carnivores and other vores(that wasn't a spello, u dirty ppl) sailed together in harmony, for one purpose...
one question. was there really a purpose to that night in goa's ark? and if yes, what? any guesses?
the sari tale
i realized finally after all these yrs (no i'm not telling u how many, unless of course u choose to look up my profile), how to make ppl take notice of me. wear something outrageous.
let's get to the start of the story. the garment in question is a saree and the intent, well, quite unintentional. so i had to wear this saree due to several forceful factors comprising mainly of mother-in-law. Garbed thus, i hung around the house while 25 old women ran around cooking 50 different dishes, commenting on how things ought to have been, but well, they would make do with what they had, because the intent was more important, and that sort of thing. so i spent the better half of the day pretending to be busy, walking from one room to another, lest people comment on how the daughter-in-law was too posh to do anything. it didn't help that i sat around reading a salman rushdie at the start of the day. of course i did that only as a last resort, when people stopped going by my road (i should say that i had my share of interesting sights standing in the balcony, including an old woman driving a bullock cart). in any case, finally somebody served me food, and many commented on how i wasted all the (boring) stuff, but i was too happy eating all the goodies to retort. after all, after all the hard work they had put in, the least they could do was criticize my eating habits. also i was glad to hide behind my friend and her mother who, by the way, came too late.
i was finally glad to come to office after what i thought was an opportunity to show off my non-culinary and non-householdy skills.
so i came to office just in time to get raped for something that wasn't even my fault (isn't it always that way?). in any case i didn't feel too bad abt it. damn, i actually felt good abt it, 'cause it wasn't my fault when it could've easily been.
of course, the rapist never noticed that i was wearing something 'outrageous'. the rest of the office junta did, and fortunately mistook it for 'gorgeous'. as an explanation, i had to dish out the story of the 'sumangali prarthanai' to everyone, and thought, what the heck, might as well put it on my blog. and hence, the treatment u have been subjected to for the last 5 minutes (unless of course, you decided to not read it). anyway gotta go now. i got another person approaching me, and for once, i'll have an answer to their question.