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September 2, 2012

Where Beauty is a Myth.

This post won the runner-up prize in the said contest.

The beaming astrologer had recommended green this time. Her mother, whom she lovingly called Ma, beseeched her to drape a green saree with a heavily embellished pallu. Its embroidery was more detailed than the last one. Ma could read through her glassy eyes, she always could, the pain, the humiliation of feeling like a rejected piece of clothing waiting to get lucky. She lifted up her chin and gave her a reassuring smile as though there was no evil left in this world for good to accomplish. She faked her faith in her smile.

Her heart was not pumping any more blood than it was supposed to today. The flutter refused to return and even after making every possible effort, she couldn't bring back the excitement she once felt. Her expectations had died a silent death several years ago. She was doing this for her parents, after all they had loved her, unconditionally. It was almost like a debt that was crushing her shoulders.

Didi put on some green eye-liner over her eyes that matched the color of the saree beyond belief, it was immaculate. A nail was tied to one end of the saree in an attempt to ensure prophetic significance. The lipstick was being applied with a lip brush this time as if this was the curse that went wrong all these years. Nonetheless, she very well knew this show had to be perfect and she was everybody's favorite puppet, she had to live up to their expectations unlike all the past failures. Mistakes weren't affordable anymore. Time was running swiftly and she had to catch up.

The delicacies were served in silver traditional thaalis, only if their beauty could overpower the truth. The sweets were prepared in pure desi ghee and their smell left no room for any other discussion. She entered with a tray and served her special cardamom tea to her audience. The saucers were left untouched. She saw their grin turn into a meek hint of a smile from the corner of her over-burdened eye, she could hardly lift it up. She wore a constant expression throughout the evening and spoke only when she was spoken to, the instructions were clear. The man who was supposed to decide whether she was beautiful enough to deserve the honor of marrying him kept nudging his mother with his elbow at regular intervals. He looked bored but his mother's stern expression kept him glued to the sofa.

An hour later, when everything from corruption to cocktail had got the privilege of becoming the center of discussion, the guests rose from their seats and began to leave. Her father joined his hands gesturing his debt to them for taking the trouble to grace them with their presence. He accompanied them to the entrance. She stood from her chair and waited in anticipation. A few minutes later, her father walked back in. Without uttering a word he left for his evening walk. She read the disappointment sprawled across his wrinkles.

It had happened. And it had happened again.
She was rejected by another family.
Not because she was illiterate,
Not because she didn't deserve it,

But because of the color that her skin reflected.

You might want to deny it but modern India is living on a land where beauty is a bubble waiting to be pricked by every other trespasser. Everybody holds an opinion but none so true. When Surf Excel Matic asked me to ponder over what occupies my mind when I hear the words 'Soak no More', I couldn't help but focus on how distorted our idea of beauty has become. This is not a preachy post asking you to reflect upon your concept of whos beautiful and whos not, its a silhouette, of a path that has led us to where we are and is constantly prompting us to overlook our conscience.

The market these days is flooded with fairness products that promise to make you more appealing to your partner. To be blunt, would you really want to be with a partner whose love is this shallow ? Crossing all lines, the latest addition to the list is a lotion that would make your private parts fairer and more attractive, as if the current happenings weren't enough to gather the level at which today's man has stooped. This massive obsession has grown beyond recognition, and all we do is soak, and then, soak some more of it.

I say, we 'Soak No More'.

Although the story depicted in this post talks about one particular stigma, the palette is filled with a riot of such stories.

It might take us a while to accept, but we're all a little fragile. A small dose of criticism can manage to do unimaginable harm to our self-esteem, and building a shield around us so that it wouldn't reach us is as hard as finding a needle in a haystack. Being considerate doesn't take much, the only requirement is purity of heart, and if you have that, you'll look at the world with a different, more subtle pair of eyes, ones that would cherish the goodness around them. I trust JK Rowling when she says, 

'It is important to remember that we all have magic inside us'.

Sometimes people are beautiful,
Not in looks,
Not in what they say,
Just in what they are.

This post is an official entry to the Surf Excel Matic 'Soak No More' Contest hosted by IndiBlogger.
My best wishes to all the participants.
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  1. I think dusky skin is beautiful!
    I hope people look beyond physicality and break this preposterous notion!
    ❤Not Just My Allegories❤

  2. That was kind of sad :( But superbly written.

  3. Brilliant narration. Loved it. And the chosen theme was equally brilliant!

  4. Its true. I have been there. well, not the marriage part but the beauty part. Doesn't even bother me anymore. People really need to rise above this colour thing. I wonder when will that happen.

    REally nice read. =D

  5. :(
    And the funny thing is that its always the dark ones who want the fairest brides.

  6. sad :( but i think its high time that people must understand that every colour has its own charm ...

  7. Sad . I think she should be rejecting the guys for being idiots..

  8. Sad . I think she should be rejecting the guys for being idiots..

  9. This arranged marriage thing makes me feel sick sometimes.
    Its high time! Things should change now.

  10. reminds me of parts of a song called sad but true:
    I'm your dream, mind astray
    I'm your eyes while you're away
    I'm your pain while you repay
    You know it's sad but true, sad but true

  11. you really writes soo well... simply awesome.. :)

  12. absolutely amazing, Ayushi :) short & crisp!!!

  13. It was touching ya..Very well written post

  14. WONDERFULLY WRITTEN ...lets follow each other

  15. I completely agree, the idea of beauty is so distorted in our country and also many other communities in the world.

    There shud be things looked beyond colour....

    great post!!


  16. Good one..I thought you have written this for love marriage wala contest but anyways well written...I dunno why so much fuss over color!

  17. //t had happened. And it had happened again.
    She was rejected by another family.
    Not because she was illiterate,
    Not because she didn't deserve it..

    Who decides who deserves what? :-) Beautiful people always have it easier than their unattractive counterparts. And attraction to beautiful people is biological...hard-wired into people by evolution..

  18. Very evocative writing... I hope more and more people wake up to this issue and say a loud 'NO' to all the fairness products flooding the market - products that are perpetuating the myth that fair is beautiful!

  19. To be frank, I find white skin boring. It just doesn't have enough life for me. So I could never understand people's preference for white skin.

    Coming to the topic, I feel this preference is nothing but Social apartheid by any other name. We still live in the colonial mindset, Gore mems and sahebs wannnabes

  20. Very touchy and wonderfully written..

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  22. It is not in arranged marriages alone that fair beauty is given preference.....when a boy or girl look up for partners to hook up with,they latch on to those they find most attractive & beauty is often a paramount consideration because it is so much more apparent than other qualities.

  23. very touchy post .....its a shame that still these things happen. I marvel when they will comprehend that beauty is skin deep.

  24. you put it across in a subtle and discreet manner! Well done. It's beautiful :)

  25. You have really written well & when got through these words nothing came to my mind other than social cause. I have written a poem on it, would post later.
    I am with you :)

    Nice post!
    and yes! congrats & all the best too! :)

  26. All the best, I liked the way you used beauty or lack of it to drive your point :)

  27. Beautifully written.
    The story is full of truth. I live across the border and these things are similar here. It's really sad.

    Lovely blog. Following it. :)
    Keep writing! Happy blogging!

  28. Good to read u back..ur writing skill is just getting amazing by days...:)

    Take care..


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