Dear friends,
Once I happened to witness a woman making herself a laughingstock out of her over-confidence in a city outside Kerala. A typical Malayalee; marked by her unruly curly hair arrested in a big Bun that looked like a heap of cow dung on her nape, a vampire-mouth stained with fresh blood was painted on her face with too much of lipstick without colour sense, some streams and canals full of sweat, running down through her make-up that reminded me the face-markings of some tribal women of Africa and a Malayalam news paper peeping out of her vanity bag like a baby kangaroo in its mother's pouch.
During the peak hours of day, in busy traffic, she was trying to cross a wide, multi-lane road. She managed to cross half of the road and got on the median-strip where she was waiting for the traffic to stop to walk safely. She was standing in somewhat the great 'Vivekananda' posture with her hands kept crossed on her chest and palm tucked into the opposite armpits for her comfort. I was behind the wheel feeling a bit bored as the traffic moving at snail's phase, when I noticed that almost all the people looking staring at this Malayalee Vanitha with a chuckle. First, I felt a bit proud that in the morning all are treating their eyes on the beauty of a Malayaleeeeee to start a day with. By instinct, I too, had a glance at her face to find nothing special, an average looking 'country' village woman with dark complexion. But, I was wondering why all were staring her that urged me to look her again thoroughly; to my disappointment I, too, could see the reason why and at what people were gaping:
She was wearing a sort of Shalwar Kameez. When she brought her hands up to the chest to tie them crossed, the bottom-end of her Kameez, accidently, got trapped between her forearms and it went up along with her hands like a stage-curtain raising up before a play, while her Shalwar was fixed exactly on the boundary of her restricted area, revealing her gauche bare pot-belly with some strange hieroglyphics inscription similar to the wall-writing in Edakkal caves which my friend deciphered as the most entangled stretch-marks he has ever seen, deserving an entry to the Guinness Book of records if applied. And her navel that looked like a universal black hole ready swallow all of us at any time.
Knowing that she was being watched, she stood there wearing a confident smile on her lips, with head lifted a bit upward enjoying her worth for quite some time and when the traffic came to a complete halt, she walked away releasing her hands to the relief of people around, with no idea about what was really happening!!
With Love,
Gafooooo…………….r
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