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          BELIEVE ME.  BEAUTY IS THE LOVER's GIFT.     

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 Destiny. 

The Star Dust reporter, the CAT got a smell that the Man had a love-affair.

All is news for her that is fit to print for her magazine, the Star Dust.

The Star Dust magazine is the carrier of scandals and spicy news items.

The reporter caught the whiff of smell of love news in one of his following

quotes in his blog.  She tried to get a story from him but she failed.

She kept all her options open.  She is a veteran. She do not let go easily.

Now let us go to the incident-story as it happened.

 

THE PIECE OF BEAUTY.

He met with a piece, one he had not dreamt of.

At a friend’s villa in Manali he saw her.

It was at a family-supper that he attended.

He was not keen to go but his friend dragged him.

The place was the Military Cantonment Bungalow.

The host was the captain of the army.

She was the hostess.

There were no other women present except her.

The three trio were made to sit in the patio for drinks.

Then they entered the dining room.

She was slender, silken hair, the hair plucked back from

the natural hairline of the eye-brow as the fashion goes.

She moved with a delicate sensuousness, every slight rhythm of the

arm and shoulder and the leg as smooth as music.

It was pleasurable. She appeared to be one of those rare

creatures whose every breath was made for love.

Sketching her frame in her mind, he found a wholeness in her.

There was an undulant softness of manner, voice gesture, motion and everything.

From the beauty of her neck and shoulder and bosom, she was an

artist’s imagination of painting her as the female-nude; not to love,

but to paint. She had much of her loveliness resembling a

Fairy lost her way from Heaven. Her face was rarest of rare.

She was unlike any woman he had ever seen.

He was all through out the dinner aware of her not merely

through his eyes but through every pore and part of his body.


Her presence in the room before she moved or said a word of mouth,

sent his blood pounding through his veins, shot his back and the

shoulders upwards, thrust his pelvic structure alive with new life.

In short, she was love in its ultimate form. He got hit by a Thunderbolt.

 

Her welcoming smile for him had encouraged him.

In fact she liked company of men-not any one in particular.

Her movement had a captivating grace and it was a delight to see.

Though an inner drum was pounding in his ears, he heard

the soft music of her voice that shocked him to an intense awareness.

 

After dinner while the two others were involved in some serious talk,

his legs involuntarily moved in the inner room.

In spite of his protestations that he had no interest in the female form,

that he found no excitement worthy of painting, he could not tear

his eyes away from her bodice clothed in a fine woven silk which

accomplished the harrowing miracle of seeming to expose her breasts

while at the same time keeping them under cover.  

 

The harder he looked, the less he could actually see, for he was confronted by

a masterpiece of the dressmaker’s art, designed to excite and intrigue,

yet reveal nothing beyond a suspicion of white doves nestling provocatingly.

 

She was amused at his interest in her.

She: “Are you an artist? “You look like one.”

She: “A music-man?”

He:   “I am a painter.” 

He:   “I do off-hand landscapes.”

She: “Will you paint me in your style?”

He:   “You are already a painted picture of natural beauty.”

He:    “I have not the ability to reproduce your grace charm

            and beauty by my brush.” “I will not do justice to your beauty.”

They laughed together. They leaned towards each other.

He:    “Will I see you again?”

She:   “If the Captain invites you.”

He:    “Not otherwise?”

Her lips parted in a smile.

She:   “Is it that you wish me to pose for you?”

She laughed heartily.

Her movements tightened the net over her bosom.

Once again, he found himself watching the lovely shapes beneath her bodice.

 

It was a nice evening.

That night he writhed in fever.

He found himself turning and twisting in an effort to bury his face

between her breasts, he realised what had happened to him. 

He was incapable to stop the burrowing in the pillows.

He was hit with a Thunder Bolt.

The next day he passed her in the Market, the street of clothes and drapes

with an older woman.  She was wearing a wreath of flower-garland

through her hair and moved in the crowded street with the same effortless ease

and comfort. 

She bowed and smiled slightly and walked on forward, leaving him

standing there rooted to the brick pavement.

 

That night when again he could not sleep, he began to write on a plane paper.

 

The Garland and the Girdle.

 

“What joy hath you glad wreath of flowers that is

Around her shining hair so deftly twined,

Each blossom pressing forward from behind,

As though to be the first her brows to kiss,

 

The livelong day her dress hath perfect bliss,

That now reveals her breast, now seems to bind,

And that fair woven net of gold refined

Rests on her cheek and throat in happiness.

 

Yet still more blissful seems to me the band,

Gilt at the tips so sweetly doth its ring,

And clasp the bosom that it serves to lace.

 

Yes, and the belt to such as understand,

Bound round her waist sayeth,

”Here I would ever cling!”

What would my arms do in that girdle’s place?”

 

He suspected that this was not the kind of sonnet that did justice to her,

yet it cooled him down, and he returned to his bed and slept.

 

A few days  after, as luck would have it,  he happened to be

invited to the same place. She sat alone before the window

involved in her own thoughts.

He watched her face in the deem light, the features so fragile,

yet with such implicit passion.

 

She: “It is pleasant to talk to someone of my taste to talk to.” she said.

He:  “You do not have friends?” he asked her.

She:  “Not any more, but I am happy the way the things are.”

He:   “I don’t know miss, but you seem to be out of my quarter.”

She:  “Just what is your quarter, besides sculpture as you said once?”

He:   “Poetry.” He tendered a soft smile.

He:   “It cost me two night’s sleep before I could reduce it in writing.”

She:  “You wrote a sonnet for me? For me only?”

She:   “Could I hear it?

 

He flushed.

He:    “I will bring a copy sometime. You can read it in privacy.”

She:  “Why are you so embarrassed?”

She:   “It is good to be desired by some one like you.”

She:   “I take it as a compliment.”

 

He cast his eyes down. How could he confess that he was new to this sort of game!”

“How could he explain the fires burning in his loins?”

 

He looked up.  He found her eyes on him. She had read his feelings.

She put her hand in his, studied his flushed face.  These moments of perception

changed their relationship.

She:   “Have you ever been in love?”

He:     “……..I have not been lucky.”

She:   “Her body stirred in her gown causing a tremor.”

She:   “We are two friends and like each other, why should not want each other?”

 

His feverish frame was no longer content to nestle his face between her breasts,

now he was pulsating to enter all the way.  He kept hearing her words over and over

and again and again in the darkness of the place with an unbearable urgency.

No sooner he reached home, he took out pen and paper to write scraps, phrases

lines as they came tumbling into his head.

 

“Kind to the World but to itself unkind,

A worm is born, that is dying noiselessly,

Despoils itself to clothe fair limbs and he,

In its true worth by death alone divined,

 

Oh, would that I might die for her to find,

Raiment in my outworn mortality!

That changing like the snake, I might be free,

To cast the slough wherein I dwell confined!

 

Nay were it mine, that shaggy fleece that stays,

Woven and wrought into a vestment fair,

Around her beauteous bosom in such bliss,!

 

Although the day she would clasp me, would I were

The shoes that bear her burden! When the ways

Were wet with rain, her feet I should then kiss!”

 

After a few days he again visited the place. But he did not see her.

The scene had changed. The captain’s other friends had arrived and the

house was full of humdrum and noise. But not her.

Alarmed and afraid, he left abruptly under an excuse of being late and all that,

His feet carried him swiftly up to the backyard to her villa.  He did not know what he

would do once he got there.  What he would say how he would explain when some one

of her family might open the gate for her. 

Trembling himself, he half walked,

half ran up to the foothill way.

The front gate was unbolted.  He went to the front door, knocked again and again.

Just as he was beginning to think that none was home, and that he had acted stupidly,

the door opened a crack.  She stood attired in a loose gown, her hair hanging down her back, without cosmetics or jewels smelling of shampoo and her face looked to him

more beautiful, her body more desirable because it was unornamented.

She closed the door on his face and bolted it from inside.

He:  “Don’t be afraid.” “I came to deliver the poems.” He spoke standing at the altar.

She:  “You come tomorrow and give me. Right now I am busy.”

He:    “I have something to ask you.”  “It is important and can’t wait.”

He:     “May I come in for a moment?”

 

She removed the bolt and opened the door.

He stepped inside. 

She:     “What do you want?” 

She:      “What is so important that it can’t wait till tomorrow?”

He:        “I have come to ask you if you could spare me time for a portrait.”

She:       “I am afraid I canot grant you the favour.”

She:       “I have to ask the Captain, my cousin.”

She:        “Now you would better go.”

He:          “No please.” “I want to talk with you.”

 

He was trembling all over.

There was no sound in the house.

He took a step towards her, he went on in a barely audible whisper.

He:           “I can not eat, I cannot live without you.”

He:            “I have come to confess my love for you.”

She:           “What are you talking about?”  “What do you mean?”

She:            “What you have come here for? 

She:            “I shall throw myself over the window if you do not leave now.”

 

She proceeded towards the window and opened it.

 

He:              “Oh! My darling! Why should you throw yourself over the window?

 

He whispered and tearing her away from the window, he caught her in a loose embrace.

She:             “Oh! Let me go?”  She moaned softly.

 

She felt herself weakened under his gaze and loving embrace.

He released her after an ardent kiss and caress to her neck and back.

He went to the door and closed and bolted it from inside. 

 

He then lifted her up in his arms and carried her to a dark corner.

A hush fell over the room.

She:       “Go please.”

 

She made a lame half hearted attempt to get rid of him.

He was sure of himself.  He advanced again and gently took her in his arms.

Then they were in a passionate embrace, their bodies merging knee to knee,

breasts to chest, their mouths moist and sweet, glued and drinking each other’s saliva,

and their arms with the power of unquenchable vigour and urgency crushing each

other in a total pulsating time and place embrace.

 

He virtually lifted her to an inner room. She had nothing on beneath the robe.

Her slender body, the red pointed breasts the grey Mount of Venus were

as if his eyes had known them all along, a full female made for love.

 

It was like penetrating into a wet valley of love which opened up to its full

like a balloon opening up to receive him in an urgent welcome and he felt his thrust

entering in a warm channel of bliss and happiness waiting eagerly to bathe him

with her thin liquid surface, penetrating deeper and deeper until he reached

the explosive climax and all of his fluid strength, love, passion, desire, got poured

into her, made to love the hand of the true companion he felt proud for life,

had responded likewise with equal vigour and eagerness to swallow each drop of his

energy into her.

 

She:  “Go please.” She said about an hour later.

She:   “The captain may call anytime.”

 

She entreated him to go now as she arranged her dishelved hair before the room glass.

He:      “Why should I go away from here now?”

 

He mimicked her in a happy voice.

 

She:        “The captain will come down for the final round and lock the gate.”

 

He:          “ The people you have known must have been a strange lot if they

                thought a gate the only way to lock a woman like you.”

He:          “For coming or going there are gates open for me everywhere.”

 

He pointed to the pillar that stood supporting the open window.

They spent the night together until daybreak.

A great deal of wine was drunk during the night.

Many a tasty pastry was eaten and many a kiss lavished on her sugary lips.

Many a time her black tresses were toyed with on the pillows of her bed.

He used to come to her every night and leave at daybreak by the pillar side.

No road runs smooth forever.  There are ruts in every road.

 

During one such nights, the captain could not sleep.

In his multi-coloured shirt and pants he wandered about the silent house.

He first went to his first window and opened it and closed after a while.

He went to the otherside window, looked out and saw him in his red shirt

sliding down the pillar beneath his cousin’s window.

 

The captain rushed out of the house and grabbed him by the legs.

 

Captain: “Just where have you been you dirty sneak?”

He:          “Wherever I may have been, I am not there any longer.”

Captain:   “Spent the night with my cousin, have you?”

He:           ‘Well Sir, You know where I have spent the night,

                  But the wise thing is to forget everything lest it may disgrace

                  your reputation if things got public.”

Captain:  “I ‘ll have you skinned alive, you scoundrel!”

He:            “Very well,Sir.” He agreed.

He:             “It is my fault, and I beg your mercy. Do as you please.”

 

The captain pushed him violently to the adjacent little stone store-room

and lashed him with a leather hunter-whip until he was exhausted.

He did not so much as let out a moan but he chewed away half of his muffler.

The captain left him in the store-room until his body was covered with

Blue-black bruises looming looking like serpents on his back and front.

The captain locked him in the store-room with a big lock, and left for his place.

 

On her part, she could not live without him. She missed him the other night.

Her nature, heitherto dormant, got awakened and she became so willful that it was impossible to restrain her.

She found out where he was.  She talked with him from through the iron door.

She rushed in the main House to look for the keys.

She:         “Let my friend out, brother captain.”  She begged him.

 

The captain went green with anger.

He had never expected such impudence from his cousin, who though now

had erred but had always upto this time been obedient.

Captain:  “Oh, you impudent silly girl, I will deal with you later.”

Captain:   “I am sending a messanger to call your parents to take you away.”

She.          “Let him go.”   “We have not done anything wrong.”

Captain:    “Nothing wrong?” he exclaimed gritting his teeth.

Captain:    “And why was he in your Villa alone with you in the night?”

She:          “Let him out.” “Let him out.” She kept him begging and weeping.

Captain:    “If it is as bad as that,let me tell you I am sending him in jail.”

Captain:    “I will have that rascal off to prison tomorrow morning itself.”

 

With that the captain gestured that the interview was over and he retired to his inner room.  She was weeping bitterly and did not know what to do.

She cursed herself for her wanton behaviour.  She felt pity for him.

She was determined to set him free from the dark-room.

He was very uncomfortable in the dark room.  She passed him some water

and eatables through the gap and promised him that she will manage to set him free as soon as she could.

 

He lay in the dark room dreaming about her and remembering the good time they had together.  He could not prevent himself from imagining her mood and ways of life.          

“She is so lovely, when she laughs!   When she looks with her eye-balls up in the sky, I am sure she is dazed of me.  She is such a darling and so good! She is happy and surprised that I am not a bit superficial as I look.  She must have grown to love me as a friend. That is enough for the time being.  I have just jotted down whatever came to my mind.  I have the feeling that she and me share a secret.  We look at each other only when captain is not around. In captain's presence we do not know each other. If she looks at me with those eyes which wink and laugh, a little light lights within me giving me happiness. I hope it remains like this forever.  There must be something she has guessed about me. She certainly can not love me as I appear.  She does not know the inner me.  I doubt if she is able to look beyond and penetrate the concrete-armour I am wearing to project a different self to the world.  Will she ever reach there?  It is said love often springs from pity.  Will it happen?  No I don't love her.  I only want to talk to her and pass my time.  The captain thinks that she is in love with me.  He also says that she keeps on looking at me."  " I am in a very difficult position. The captain is against me. He is against her. But I am not against her. I don't know of her.  But she closes her eyes not to see the silent battle between captain and me.  Luckily I am quite used to hiding my feelings.      I manage myself well not to reveal my inner feelings about anything to anyone.    Captain does not understand us.  We are happy just sitting together and not uttering a word.  When she lies with her arm under her head, as if sleeping, she looks like a child.  When she plays with the pet, she is lovely sight to see.  When she plays the shots on the field, she looks full of stuff and energy.”

 

“When she is plucking the roses or running in the forest after the pet animals, then she is live. When she is so awkward and clumsy with the captain, she is a darling.  Of the numberless steps to my heart perhaps she climbed one or two.”

 

 

She recovered from her riverie and straightened her hair and dress to look orderly.

The past seemed forgotten and she engrossed herself in the present.

Those were her past days.  She was now a celebrity.  She tried to forget it

As a passing by incident in her life. 

The captain happened to go on the front after about a week.  She procured the keys and set him off.  She had waited for the captain to return.

She too, took the Captain’s leave and set off for her home with her parents.

That was ten years back.  Things had changedgreatly during these years.

 

PRESENT.

Again once more, today, She was alone.

It was late evening.

She had a hectic day at the Studio.

She was on her chair making efforts to locate her message-board.

She tried to decide what action to take about her personal affair.

The breeze from the river-front coming through the open window was refreshing.

As she rolled her chair here and there aimlessly not knowing what

she wanted or what course of action she liked to take about her path in life,

she sat still statue doing nothing in the end, her mind working in all sides in turmoil.

 

It was hard to imagine a famous small screen-TV star, as she was, caught

in such an embarrassing situation helplessly involved in future course of action about

her life.  Generally Mary the companion cum secretary used to be with her.

Today she was detained at a social gathering and being alone gave her a

chance to think about her personal course of action at the cross-roads of

her career on the one side and her love for him on the other, and decide about her personal choice about them.

 

Most girls experience such a stage in life after the age of puberty.

She had not allowed physical demands to interfere with her progress

in life. She had mercilessly killed her feelings dreams about love affection

and all these things in pursuit of her profession.  She had not experienced

the mental agony and pain a girl feels when she sheds her childhood life

and enters a stage of life, a damsel in demand by all and sundry and ultimately

confronted to be a victim through the process of womanhood.

 

 

 

After College days, after her performance in College-dramas and her

bright record at the dance academy, Z-TV engaged her as their anchor

interviewing famous Film-Stars and world dignitaries.

She was the host of many popular serials and TV shows which were

famous and rated as first class with five stars.

 

Her charisma was so captivating that she had been nick-named as Venus,                         an incarnation of modern age Venus.

She had never entered into the dirty lane of scandals to her name.

She had remained normal healthy young damsel with no health problems

like acne, weight-gain or any other disease and she was never at the mercy of the Fate.

 

It appeared she was born as one of the luckiest persons on the Earth.

Everything had come to her naturally without asking and in due course of time

without any toil or tears.

 

She had wonderful parents and a loving younger brother who worshipped her

as an image of idol for him in his life.  This encouraged her in every walk of life.

They adored her beauty and did everything in their power to educate her Mind.

 

 

It was during her studies in the college that she got acquainted with Him.

It happened the way it happens to all girls. No is no negative to a girl.

She never wanted to involve with any one emotionally or physically.

But it happened naturally and normally without her knowing that she

was in the midst of cross-roads tonight serious about making a choice

between him and her career and profession.

 

He had a manly and dominating personality.

He could not be called quite handsome.

He could not be called ugly or bad looking.

He was the best orator and a good student of human psychology.

During the rehearsals of the college-celebration function, she came in

touch with him during the rehearsals of the English Shakespearian one piece

of Merchant of Venice.  Her role as Portia was a tough and demanding one. She had

immortalised herself in this difficult task for her memorable performance.

Ultimately it happened as it happens with everyone.  She fell in love with him.

He was few years her older.  He was the student’s leader in the University and all other colleges in the university campus.

 

He was from the family class of teachers and professors who had devoted their life

in the field of education.  The family had a name in the social circle as public workers.

Both got attracted to one another like a magnet attracts a pin.  Their attraction was real.

 

 

After graduation and also a law degree, He had joined the law offices of Homi-Wadia & Sons. Here he gained experience and maturity about legal aspects of life.  He worked very hard. He projected himself as an authority on the intricate subject of Human Relations and Family matters and family problems and disputes.

 

He also worked as an advisor and legal representative of film TV actors including her.

 

They were friends but whispering tongues poisoned the truth.   

People said many things about him.

No one could say that he was not handsome.

He was tall slender and graceful. 

He had a sort of an animal type of grace that attracted the ladies despite their unwillingness to involve in any relationship. 

He had a seductive youthfulness.  

He was a flatterer. 

He had the inborn quality to make out tales after tales which the ladies liked to hear him narrate again and again.

He often wondered how people swallowed his crap, and how he managed to escape himself unchallenged. 

He simply had no idea. 

It was luck or his instinct to make the right acquaintance at the right time, and make exit at the right time.  

His gestures were calculated with mathematical precision and his every smile wink handshake were well rehearsed. 

He had the knack to find out the families who would be useful.

She felt deep pity for him.

She saw him as a helpless captive in the hands of  religion.

She also felt something else. 

She could not explain. 

It was an impulse but she experienced a physical need to touch him. 

This urge was so strong that when she spoke to him, She pat him on his hand or put her hand on his thigh etc. 

Such innocent gestures very deeply kept him disturbed. Something really tangible happened.  

He had finished his routine work and was about to retire to his place.  

She crossed the path and stood invitingly mocking.

She was absorbed in her game but at ease as she had seen him completing his outdoor job and returning on break for rest and lunch. 

She laid her hand on his shoulder dragging him near as if she intended to reveal a secret.  He listened. 

Both, thereafter, with their hands entangled, departed towards his room on the top of the mansion. 

His hand came to rest on her shoulder.  

It moved down her back. 

She felt it went still deeper.

She had a jittering of her body unknown to her. 

It came with an intensity which she never knew it was possible.  

It had lasted about a minute.

It was total.

It was so full and all-encompassing that it had an effect of an explosion she felt for all the time, she had lived and of all the years yet to be lived.

Now she was certain God existed. 

Now she could die without regret. 

 

There are two tragedy in life.

One is not to get your Heart’s desire.

The other one is to get the Heart’s desire and feel still unhappy.

On his part, he was torn into two.

He was a victim of his own ego.

A life time of happiness, no man alive could bear it.

It would be Hell on Earth.

 

 

The local gossip paper reporter was after him to have a sensational story out of him.

He had evaded all his questions in a go to hell devil may care free attitude.

But the reporter had a smell of a scandal and was waiting to pounce on him.

News like squirrels run faster and faster once they are in black and white.

It is Star Dust reporter’s job to print scandals and raise hell.

She exacted an interview with him which revealed some vague hints but nothing

substantial. 

Some progress was done but much more was required to be followed.

Man can climb to the highest summit but he can not dwell there long enough.

He thinks he is moral in the midst of an immoral circle of society in which we have to live. 

He has to deal with people whose business is over ladies to lean and flirt

and stare and simper in the name of shooting film shots for serials and luring teenage nymphets to do what generally they would not want to do.

 

 

New-magazines always excite curiosity.

None ever lays one down without a feeling of dis-appointment.

The Cat, as she was popularly known by the readers of Star Dust met him.

She started with him with a note of utmost intimacy as if she knew him for hundred years.

 

He replied to her volley of questions without any interest.

So many questions he avoided by irrelevant comments and remarks.

The lady reporter is a seasonal one determined to crack him down.

She is known to capture her guests in their own web of lies and denials.

 

An Interview.

 

Question.         Hi long time no see?

My answer.     Sort of.

Question.         Where you been?

My answer.     Moving.

Question.         Did U find Valentine?

My answer.     Sort of.

Question.         In USA?

My answer.     Here.

Question.         Here? where?

My answer.     Here.

Question.         Where she live?

My answer.     Here.

Question.         Address.

My answer.     Ashram.

Question.         Ashram? U kidding.

My answer.     Near Ashram.

Question.         Which?

My answer.     Near Bank.

Question.         Bank where?

My answer.     Bank there.

Question.         More details.

My answer.     Mehbuba’s lane.

Question.         Fixed?

My answer.     Sort of.

Question.         What is this sort of?

My answer.     Sort of.

Question.         Fix 100%?

My answer.     Fix on my part.

Question.         She agreed?

My answer.     I don’t know.

Question.         Then how U say fix?

My answer.     50% fix.

Question.         Now 50%?

My answer.     100% fix on my part.

Question.         What of her?

My answer.     I don’t know.

Question.         Really U got hit?

My answer.     Like Thunderbolt hit.

Question.         Both roamed together?

My answer.     In dream.

Question.         Then what U see?

My answer.     A glimpse?

Question.         That’s all?

My answer.     That’s all.

Question.         U settled in a glimpse?

My answer.     Sort of.

Question.         R U Crazy?

My answer.     Mad very mad in love.

 

Question.         But when you knew her?

My answer.     Before years.

Question.         Years?

My answer.     Years.

Question.         One?

My answer.     No.

Question.         Two?

My answer.     No.

Question.         Five?

My answer.     No.

Question.         Ten?

My answer.     No.

Question.         Twenty?

My answer.     sort of.

 

The glory that was the old building,

And the big hall that held the grandeur.

They went for a dinner at Havmor where she continued asking.

 

Question.         Where U spot her?

My answer.     Here.

Question.         Here where?

My answer.     Here.

Question.         Must be a place no?

My answer.     It is a place.

Question.         What place?

My answer.     Old building.

Question.         Old building where?

My answer.     Old building here.

Question.         On CG road?

My answer.     Near to it. sort of.

Question.         Is it a house?

My answer.     Sort of.

Question.         Is she living in it?

My answer.     No.

Question.         What she doing.?

My answer.     Attending.

Question.         What attending?

My answer.     Attending her profession.

Question.         Where was She?

My answer.     In the big Hall.

Question.         Big  Hall?

My answer.     Yes. Big Hall.

Question.         What is big Hall?

My answer.     Big hall is big Hall.

Question.         Must be Sports Club.

My answer.     No.

Question.         No?

My answer.     Yes. No.

Question.         Dinesh Hall?

My answer.     No.

Question.         Premabhai Hall?

My answer.     Big Hall.

Question.         Let it pass.

My answer.     U were almost there.

 

Question.         What was she doing?

My answer.     Sitting.

Question.         Sitting where? On what?

My answer.     Sitting.

Question.         On chair?

My answer      no.

Question.         Sofa?

My answer.     No.

Question.         Then on what?

My answer.     She was sitting.

Question.         Yes, on ground.

My answer.     No.

Question.         Alright let it pass.

My answer.     U were almost there.

Question.         What were U doing?

My answer.     I entered.

Question.         What U did?

My answer.     I found a vacant place.

Question.         Where?

My answer.     Besides her.

Question.         Side by side?

My answer.      No. sort of.

Question.         No and sort of? What is this?

My answer.     It is this.

Question.         U sit on chair?

My answer.     No.

Question.         U standing?

My answer.     No.

Question.         Then U sitting where?

My answer.     Near her.

Question.         Side by side?

My answer.      No.

Question.         Behind her?

My answer.     No.

Question.         In front of her?

My answer.     No.

Question.         For God’s sake, where?

My answer.     Adjacent to her.

Question.         Let it pass.

My answer.     U were almost there.

 

Question.         What U did?

My answer.     I sat.

Question.         What U were doing?

My answer.     Attending. Listening.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     I side-glanced.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     I looked on my side.

Question         when?

My answer.     After a while.

Question.         How long?

My answer.     After I had settled.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     I saw a loveliest glimpse of face.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     Shocked and nervous I moved my head.

Question.         Did she know?

My answer.     Of course.

Question.         U moved head, Where?

My answer.     I looked straight.

Question.         Straight where?

My answer.     Straight there where I had to.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     Nervous, I again glanced at her feet.

Question.         Then?

Question.         Did she know?

My answer.     Of course.

Question.         What she do?

My answer.     She moved her foot.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     I stared there.

Question.         You made a pass?

My answer.     Sort of

Question.         Did she know?

My answer.     Yes.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     She was shocked.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     She went red.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     She moved her foot.

Question.         Then?

My answer.      I stared and stared.

Question         Then?

My answer.     She showed her sandal.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     She raised her foot again and again.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     I stared at her lovely ankle.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     She removed sandal.

Question.         How?

My answer.     I don’t know.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     I saw her bare foot.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     Pointed at sandal with her foot thumb.

Question.         Then?

My answer.      I did not understand.

Question.         Then?

My answer.      Again pointed at the sandal.

Question.         Was it a message?

My answer.     Yes. I did not know then.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     At first I did not follow.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     Light dawned in me.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     I withdrew.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     I sat still.

Question.         Was she angry?

My answer.     She had gone red.

Question         Did she slap U?

My answer.     She would have.

Question.         What you mean?

My answer.     She could not.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     I sat still. Statue.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     I was nervous.

Question.         Then?

My answer.     I listened.

Question.         What she did?

My answer.     She was listening attentively.

Question.         Which is this place?

My answer.     The Big Hall.

Question.         Big Hall where?

My answer.     In Old Building.

Question.         What was time.

My answer.     Morning.

Question.         Cultural function in morning?

My answer.     It was not cultural function.

Question.         Then what was it?    

My answer.     It is attending.

Question.         What was time?

My answer.     11.30.

Question.         What you did?

My answer.     I sat statue.

Question.         How long?

My answer.     Quite long.

Question.         Was there audience?

My answer.     It is attendance.

Question.         How many?

My answer.     Many.

Question.         Ten?

My answer.     No

Question.         Then how many? Hundred?

My answer.     Sort of.

Question.         How long U sit statue?

My answer.     Quite long.

Question.         One hour?

My answer.     No.

Question.         Two?

My answer.     Sort of.

Question.         Let it pass.

My answer.     U were almost there.

Question.         Tell her name.

My answer.     Anamika.

Question.         Her Real Name.

My answer.    It is all imagination.

Question.         My God! All this Fiction?

My answer.     As U like it.

                       

 

 

 

Her thick, wavy, long black hair gracefully falls down

to her shoulders and encircles her oval-shaped face.

A golden suntan usually brings out her smooth,

clear complexion and high cheek bones.

Her slightly arched brown eyebrows highlight her emotions

by moving up and down as she reacts to her world around her.

Her large deep eyes, remind me of a lake on a stormy day.

Her curved nose gives her, a little girl’s look that makes

me want to smile when she talks.

And her mouth is gift of Venus, a mouth outlined by thin lips

that she need not accentuates with glossy pink lipstick.

When she smiles, which is often, her well formed and even,

white teeth brighten up her whole face.

I guess you can tell that I am mad about her.

She is as beautiful as a Hollywood Star.

 

The reporter got a hint from one of his blogs that there was sure

a girl in his life.  She was already on a look out for a story.

She who can does, and he who can not teaches.

The Golden rule is that there is no Golden Rule.

All is fit to be news which readers like to read.

The Cat, the StarDust reporter is a veteran on her side.

 

 THE CONCLUSION.

 

Of course, she never denied any of it aloud,

Of course she never agreed to any of it in private.

 

What could he make for his love for her?

He was warned of the dangers of any romantic attachment.

This was his weakness.

He was ignoring the Advice.

He had come for attending a limited issue and go back.

As fate would have it, it lasted 18 years.

 

Quite simply put, the very sight of her, the very sound of her

made him change his resolution.

 

The way she moved, her happiness, her sorrow, all this,

made him love her. 

 

The world was pleasant when she was with him.

He felt the food was delicious. 

He did not feel the mid-day heat.

He felt the mid-day cool and enjoyable.

 

He had heard her voice this very morning.

He had phoned her that he was coming.

He had caught happiness in her voice on hearing this.

Of course she made no comments about it.

He had faith some day she would truly love her.

 

She was an exception. 

She was perhaps the only woman on this earth

who dressed to try to down-play her beauty.

Not that she tried to look ugly but she came to

regard her beauty as dangerous for her profession. 

She dressed pure and simple in ivory white.

She tried to identify herself with those hundreds of

miserable girls whom mother nature did not bestow beauty.

 

The suppressed grace, the beauty tried to escape from bondage

and revealed what really she actually contained in her.

More she concealed, more it was revealed.

  

(to be continued)

 

 

 

 

 

Eyes have to be expressive. Talk with the eyes. Bring smiles. Talk with smiles. Soft face is an ornament. --------------------------------------------------

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EVOLUTION
In the words of the great  philosopher Emmanuel Kent :

 Of all the things created by his Almighty, on this earth,  Mankind is the worst thing that has found place here.   Nothing good can come out of him
He is simply impossible. Keep away from him.


Before him came the seas continents animals the vegetation   He came in this world quite late. He passes
judgment on anything & everything.  He puts everyone down. It may sound sarcastic and exaggerated. 

 It is all the more true in the present century. Man is the root cause of all trouble. His ego, his ambitions his cruelty are a specimen never to be seen again on this earth.. Man is very often seen as his own enemy destroying the fruits of Nature on which his survival depends. He tries to prove his superiority over Nature to suggest or to prove that Man is the Master and that Nature has been tamed to a non-existent level.


Nature has been trained to be tamed  and bridled as per man's wish. Such pretensions have proved false. Nature puts, man in his proper place. 
Nature dwarfs him. Nature tames him. Nature inspires awe. Nature demands respect from him despite all his earthly achievements and scientific aids. Nature yields to men of courage. Nature likes men with skill.


Mother Nature punishes thoughtless and reckless adventurers. What nature has not provided, man wants to fill up the gaps himself doing His work. Nature has kept the blanks for a purpose. Who are we to fill in the blanks? What Nature has not provided, we should not attempt to provide it. Always have faith in Him. He did not provide for a purpose.


Man is a selfish egoistic self-centered savage type of an animal. He is jealous type of a fellow nature has gifted them. To prove that he is not jealous he plays all sorts of tricks before his girl. Before the girl all his arithmetic  fails.  She sees him transparent in his true colors. She is noble and gentle that she keeps silent. If a man thinks that   he cheats his girl, he is daydreaming. She knows it all. It may be her helplessness that
she pretends that she does not know. She gives him a long rope. A girl is ten years wise in comparison to a
boy of similar age.  Man has always underestimated woman. There is difference between behavior, qualities, characteristics of men and women. Right from childhood, a girl is cool calm and domestic loving as against boy who is restless, moving talking and wandering out of the house.

A study of behavior of males and females indicates different characteristics in them. At times it is hard to be a woman. A recent study revealed that the teacher distributed some lumps of play clay to his class students to make something out of it. Naturally the groups divided into groups of boys and girls. The girls got together and formed a group of their own and sat to work quietly and busied themselves making nice shapes and things out of the clay, a flower, a tree, a house, an animal etc. The girls were already at work. The boys were left. They got tired to imitate the girls and sat to work but soon they got impatient and tired of such a silly game. After a few minutes of fidgeting some started throwing the clay around  and went, ran off practically to the grounds abandoning their tasks to far more better job of wanting to watch  the hockey game, and some throwing the clay around ran off to pursue far more interesting things like running  around after each other.

Then the groups were given each a cine camera to make the most of it. Without being asked the group of the girls described in greater detail to the girls what they saw in the camera, the other girls also listened with deft attention. The group of the boys began to imitate the actions of the girls to watch through the camera but soon got tired of it while some carried on quibbling. This confirmed the universal belief that men are what they are today by seer brute force they are more competitive combative and burning their way to the top. As against this females tend to collaborate and consult each other amongst themselves and are more sensitive to other people’s feelings. It is a great leap backwards. We have no experience conducting the ladies. If handled properly, they can deliver goods and can achieve impossible heights. She can run office. Office can not run her.  We talk big things of equal rights to woman and equality in all fields to them. There are courses available for women to be competitive and combative like men.

Then the groups were given each a cine camera to make the most of it. Without being asked the group of the girls described in greater detail to the girls what they saw in the camera, the other girls also listened with deft attention. The group of the boys began to imitate the actions of the girls to watch through the camera but soon got tired of it while some carried on quibbling. This confirmed the universal belief that men are what they are today by seer brute force they are more competitive combative and burning their way to the top. As against this females tend to collaborate and consult each other amongst themselves and are more sensitive to other people’s feelings. It is a great leap backwards. We have no experience conducting the ladies. If handled properly, they can deliver goods and can achieve impossible heights. She can run office. Office can not run her.  We talk big things of equal rights to woman and equality in all fields to them. There are courses available for women to be competitive and combative like men.


Here lies the crux of the whole vanity of male dominated hypocrisy. Why ladies should take courses to be like or equal to men? Why there should not be courses prescribed for men to be like females? If girls are getting courses to encourage them to be more like men, what courses there are for men to be like women?

Do not undervalue, underestimate female passive qualities and they should not be pushed around either. The womenfolk also need to be alert aggressive arrogant combative and competitive to put men in their proper place, cut them to their size.

All man are alike. They have the same machinery. Similarly all women are alike. They have the same machinery.  It is wrong to give importance to money kind status size height color and what not. All cats are black in the dark. Three out of five men suffer from erectile inability. Nine out of ten women are shy and do not go to their men because of their age old obsession and beliefs. Men and women leave life of self deprivation and quiet desperation. None speaks of it. There should be voluntary agencies to solve the problems related to sex for both the genders.

Many a women fear to go to their lovers because of small size of their balls. It is all our imagination. Size has nothing to do with real love compassion and understanding. Some are frank to admit. Some die with their secrets. She likes to be credited to be glamorous and sexy but what goes with it is a  tremendous burden. We take a lot for granted. Easy access. We expect an awful lot in exchange of very little.  She becomes a thing an object. It is all our imagination. We would be more happy in the arms of our maidservant or the milkmaid than in the arms of the star of the century. The stars are a piece of wood. They can’t love. They are a piece of decoration.  

In the slum areas of Bombay they wear or tie on the face different hard paper facades picturing celebrated different stars to feel that they had her company, different every night worn by the female companion to excite the man.  


For girls also a little face to face across the table talk is necessary. She does not have to spend lots after cosmetics for her make up. Lady Tata used to interview the girls for posts of airhostess herself. Her emphasis was on the mental caliber of the girl, her awareness to her identity and existence and capable to tackle any of the wildest air passengers with ease and grace and she must be gifted with a charming personality. The air passengers take for granted the liberty with the airhostess. When they buy the air ticket they have been laboring under the idea that they have also purchased the airhostess.

The management knows of the flirting behavior of the male travelers and she has to be alert with the flirters. She has to ease the situation with a smile without insulting or offending the passenger. It is in the line of duty. She insisted for light makes up. She insisted that the uniform the airhostess was wearing was incomplete unless she wears a smile on her face. A smile on the face was a part of the uniform of the Air India hostess.. Positive attitude is a good quality to have in an airhostess these days. This is a challenging career for our women. It is almost a prerequisite to have the above qualities to be an airhostess. Clear sky above and the holy earth beneath you fly, fly and fly like a bird amidst the clouds with a layer of make up upon you.

The quest for beauty has been going on since birth of Eve. There are many fields; color arena is one of them. It helps to define the personal image you reflect in the choice of the color. Your season type and your style type have to be identified. You may be January, April June September belonging to any one of the four seasons, winter autumn, summer or spring oriented. You may be creative, dramatic classic or natural or a combination of any of them. You have to discover this about you. Hair should be neither long nor too short.

You must be able to handle the hair without causing inconvenience in your other duties. Your sandals and your purse reflect your standard of living. They must be the most expensive and ideally in direct proportion to your size.  You should not wear clothes in your working hours, which may look like an evening dress. Cardigans should be avoided. Make up should be light and easy. A smile on your face is an essential prerequisite to be a center of attraction.
You are very determined and I am sure you will be a great personality one-day. You have to know what colors are becoming on you. For evening dress you must be attired in a color scheme which would emphasize your get up and personality.

You are very determined and I am sure you will be a great personality one-day. You have to know what colors are becoming on you. For evening dress you must be attired in a color scheme which would emphasize your get up and personality.

Colors reflect your personality. Now let us come to your face. Find out by you with what stuff it gets decorated and what stuff it does not suit. A thin eyebrow, pencil lines in the form of an arrow at the corners of the eyes go well with some and with some it looks ridiculous. You may look  nice with eyeliner and a little bold color on the lips. Sit before the mirror. You are your own beautician. You do not depend on any one; you have to form your own opinion. Color the eyebrow as per the color of the hair. Your complexion plays an important role in highlighting your personality.

The base should be good to just polish it up. Select the color scheme befitting the color of the skin. These accessories will revolutionize your outlook and make you self confident and well come everywhere. The colors must be enjoyable. Take time. Study yourself in different colors. When you realize the intended effect of all these precautions of a presentable lady, for the make up, then you will realize by your self what application tactics work on you and make you Glow, shining and lustrous This is the time to reveal the damsel in you. This is the age to harvest what you have sown.


It is a time consuming process. You have to bear it. You have to be updating this process with new and new ideas. Do not sit tight with one formula. Find other and others and so on and so forth. You have to understand that cosmetics are supposed to be the clothing for the face. You can not move without it. Now do you follow?

Same thing goes with the selection of perfume. Try all sorts of perfumes and find out
which one is becoming a part of you? It must not be gaudy or too strong in smell. It must be light and feminine. After wearing the perfume it must mingle with the odor of your body and reflect a new smell which should be maddening captivating and pleasing and everlasting. Selection of perfume is an art. It needs time as well as care. Your perfume is your identity.

God created womankind to balance the mankind. Woman is a check over the savage in mankind. Her presence softens the atmosphere. Her existence has a devastating effect on mankind. If God did not create woman, He would not have created mankind. Good taste. There is something about her that is different. It is hard to put a finger on it. May be life is short and summer is shorter. Sure someday we will found it out,


we have to, for our satisfaction. Man greatly misunderstands when he thinks he understands a woman. He shouts at the top of his voice to assert his dominance, I get what I want, when I want.  As against this she very coolly answers him befittingly, You get what you want when you want it, but idiot, I have it.

A woman expresses herself in many ways. We have to be alert ready observant to watch her small gestures and expressions. She may play a piano, she may wear special dress, and she may sigh and she may move around in the house expressing so many of her varied desires. For whatever she touched, stone wood or metal, it got a shape. It took life. Whatever she touched that had a life, it was destroyed. She can never with anybody. Her body is with you. Her mind goes on a world tour. She is always with herself, and for herself only.

Her face expresses tenderness. It is a deceptive trend. She can be as hard as a rock. She could not be seen defeated or pitied. She is so alive and full of passion, you have to play your game in tune with her. You can not help but love her, even in vain and would be enlisted in long list of her lovers in waiting. Best way is to be away. She knows you exist. Nothing is beyond her comprehension. You need not stand on your toes in her attention. Have your self-respect intact. Keep your respect. Enforce a rest. Be away. Familiarity breeds contempt. Absence sharpens feelings. It is a game you have to play. It is nerve wrecking and unending but you have to go through it. 


The nose has the duty to identify a smell. It has to be divided into different smell groups. The scent, the odor, the rose smell, daisy smell, the fragrance of the body of a human being which distinguishes him from one another and so on. In the North Pole, the pole bears are a unique type. A male bear cohabits only with a female bear of his smell or scent or perfume or odor as we call it. He wanders in search of his companion with similar characteristics and roams around the arctic zone for its search emitting similar smell. Take for example our aboriginal communities. She would prefer an uneducated boy of her community than a foreigner.

Smell and memory are interwoven. Sense of the smell is recorded or imprinted in the seat of the brain. With the closed eyes, the nose can identify an individual on the basis of his smell. No other organ of the body possessed so quick access to the mind. It is the aroma therapy, which was in existence in the Roman times. The science of smell relies on vital essences of plant energy called essential oils, which regulates our mental condition. It stimulates positive feelings. It enhances emotional equilibrium. It relaxes a human being. Excerpts from roots stems leaves and flowers of scented plants extract pure essential oils. A single drop of the vegetable essence oil is equal to the quantity of an ounce of the living plant and therefore it is very potent.

There are different bath oils. There are different massage oils as per your liking and choice. There are so many vaporizers to keep the atmosphere cool and fragrant. Eau de toilette oils are pleasing and refreshed the tired mind. Smell has easy access to the mind. Musk of the deer is a very sought after item in this regard. Innumerable deer have been killed for their musk. It takes 800 pounds of roses to make a pound of rose oil concentrate. Similarly for jasmine flowers it takes 25 Lac jasmine flowers to produce a pound of jasmine concentrate. They have to be plucked before sunrise as it evaporates the smell and essential oils contained in it.

Hairy armpits mingled with perspiration and perfumes, emit sexual messages. During the Elizabethan England, value of the armpit hair was appreciated as a courtroom aid. These natural smells used to attract the members of the opposite sex to a great extent. They were smell driven, smell crazy and smell oriented. Odors were necessary to preserving safety and finding mates while man was wandering in the forests and was living in the caves. Human smell is his identity. Smell is linked with nostalgia sexual arousal and sex selection and sex satisfaction.

Some believe that despite our preference for high priced perfume scents and all other incense sticks of sandalwood and such other kinds, food and fruits smell elicit greater sexual response. The smell of powdered Cinnamon, cardamom, cloves and other spices when powdered outscored many fancy perfumes when men were asked to respond to smells and their blood flow checked. Smell bears our identity. Experiencing a particular smell associates one to a particular lover or a friend or a memorable incident in life.

A real jewel of a beauty does not need perfumes. She emits sweet smell from within her. Cleopatra Queen of the Niles received Mark Anthony of her barge with sails soaked in perfumes. Perfumes are seduction. They block your mind and influence your decision. It is a science. Under guidance of an aroma therapy specialist, essential oils are pasted on the forehead temples and the scalp which induces a man to sleep. Such practices are very rampant in Far East countries. Such a treatment is quite free of side effects. Aroma therapy has carved a niche in the world of beauty. If sleep does not come, you have to sprinkle lavender oil in the bed and you will be engulfed by sleep within no time. If you have nasal congestion, eucalyptus rub oil is good to remove congestion. If you are feeling lethargic you should smell peppermint oil.

The aroma of baking bread will take us straight to the kitchen. A whiff of an after shave ice cool lotion can bring the tired mind to a romantic one. Our sense of smell has been at work all the time. We do not perceive it. A bad smell will immediately divert our attention. A particular smell can instantly evoke the memory of a pleasant episode in your life, and would quickly change the gloomy mood. You have to add a few drops of essential oil to your bath water, stir the water gently with the hand so that a layer of oil is formed on the water surface.

 

 

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