Most Beautiful Woman I have ever seen
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As many an
youngster of my age would go crazy after any girl,for me
,whatever I saw and whomever I saw at that age seemed to be a
Mathematical puzzle on my mind?Will she or wont she?
I remember calculating all aspects of my life that would be picture perfect with such a beautiful woman.I didnt even realise that to make a partnership you needed the democratic right of an "Yes" from the otherside!
Still happily I was calculating in my own way that she may be worth it and she may fit me better and so on,till one day my close friend in whose scooter I was fueling my fire of admiration of all young girls said:
"Enough is enough you idiot.You cannot make a mathematical calculation of every college going girls in the street and try to find out whether she will fit you better or not.She also must be doing her own calculations.Why dont you see for yourself what your maths talk about your face?"
He showed me a mirror image of mine!
I would call it fair complexion as I cannot myself rule me out as Dark you see.Spectacled-may be Ray ban of 1768.Thick mush with trimming on one side slightly thinner than the otherside.Then there were these long sideburns with a cute cut like razor sharp scissors which will penetrate everyone eyes whenever they look at them.
Luckily I was wearing a white T Shirt and my friend commented after a few mts:
"What is your impressions about yourself NOw?"
"Not baaad."
"Is it so good that ,that girl you just saw on that street deserves this Rogue?"
"What do you mean a Rogue?"
"How do you mathematically define yourself -after having such a look at your own self that too in such close quarters."
I looked at my friend Venkatta.He was really whiteskinned comparitively and extremly goodlooking.He has a physique which will make every girl of his age to admire him more and his shirt/pant made him certainly smarter than what I was.I was silent but had to reveal this to him.
"Venkatta,do you think a girl will,if at all go by the external looks of the person before she falls in love or she will try to find out the real heart of a person."
"I know what you are coming to.You imagine you have a beautiful heart inside than your roguish external expression which she may not unserstand?Is that the logic?"
Silence.
Luck would have it,for Venkatta,I didnt bother to ask for his scooter rides for a week atleast.Venkatta himself felt a bit bad as after all in younger days you have friends of greater bondage than at any other point of time.
ONE DAY
"Hi Suri,just jump in"he shouted from the street when I was standing in our balcony on the North Masi street of Madura.
"Wheeeeeeeereee?"
"You Bloody idiot-come down NOOOOOOOW?"
I ran down as there must be a reason for his call..
When he saw me"You buffoon.Wear a shirt and come man?"
We rode.I asked him"Where r we going?"
'Shut up and come with me."
He took two tkts in a theatre nearby and we entered an unknown movie.I asked him
" why."
"You see in the 3rd row on the front side.See who is sitting."
There I saw that beautiful girl about whom I have been craving-ofcourse along with her parents,relatives,sisters which ran into a few hundreds.
The movie was infact such a Tragedy that I dint know whether to cry for the movie or smile for Venkattas help.The only solace was that it had a great actress Sarada -she did her part well.
After the movie all vanished.I saw my girl's(friend's)father too in a banian!May be Madurai Summer!
Venkatta asked me"Shall we go to Taj for dinner?"
We went and had dinner.
I started suspecting Venkatta's real intentions.He is certainly smarter and fairer.Is it fair on my part to go with him to chase this girl as she is certainly very beautiful and more accompolished.After all friends are friends and hence I asked him:
"Venkatta.Why did you suddenly decide to take me out for this movie.You were aware that this girl is coming there."
"I know you love that girl.I also know her family background thro another friend of mine.So I thought if we sincerely try you may succeeed.What is wrong in trying it out.Lets see more movies!"
He was indeed sincere.
May be because I realised that my own inadequacies to meet with her immaculate beauty ,I developed an innate desire to get this most beautiful girl I ever saw as my wife.
So the chase was literally on in street corners to bus stops till one day I got a good slap on my face!
That was indeed a good lesson as man makes mistakes in streetcorners without understanding how the women would feel about.You are brainless most of the times,in such situations!
I was happy that this incident (of getting a slap on my face) made me realise that Beauty has to be admired and any expression of roadside shows is absolutely ridiculous if you want to call yourself educated!
So I started disappearing from roadside scenes and started behaving a bit more matured in many ways but have never given up my longing for this Beautiful Girl.
Man proposes God always Disposes!
I wrote some examns somewhere as in younger days you go on writing examns and one fine morning my father told me I am selected for MBA in I.I.M.Calcutta.
"What is it Dad?"
"You dont know MBA.Better pack up idiot from Madurai"
There was I in Barrackpore Trunk Road past Shyam Bazaar.
What I liked in Rabindranath Tagore's Emerald Bower(IIMC original campus) was the real picturesque surroundings and the people of Bengal-they were so nice and I started learning the rudiments of Management-but I was missing that girl-the most beautiful girl I ever saw in my life.
So the time came when I had to take permission from my father to officially move my approach to this girl.
I told my mom,who was always considerate and she asked me in plain terms:
"Is she a Brahmin?"
"I guess so."
"I wont ask appa as otherwise he will not like it.See his reputation in Tamil Nadu."
Here modern day kids may not understand the real problems with old timers.Whatever said and done parents are indeed particular that their culture,their way of living must be preserved,atleast in most of the families.However pragmatic you may think you are when it is a question of your own self,the yardstick is different-especially in those days!
My father wanted to visit their house and fnd out for himself whether she will accept Suri.Thro' known friends he visited them.He was such a Reputed man in Tamil Nadu,his very prsence in that family was welcome by one and all.He told me later on:
"What a family.All daughters are highly educated-one a doctor,another B.E.,a third one an M.Sc.(my would be!), and another one another M.Sc.,-see his only son is a double PhD from Ohio and the beauty is his wife is also a Double Ph D -all of them so unassuming.Highly educated family"
"Pappa -what do they say?"
"We should wait and see as they have to accept us as I have made myself clear that my son Suri is keen to have your Saraswathi as his wife as he feels that she will be best suited for him."
The problem here was Saraswathi is 3rd in line with two elder sisters,a doctor and a BE still pursuing their studies and higher ambitions in life.
My patience was running out but my father was considerate.He told them"Why dont you finish the 3rd daughter's marriage First?What is there formalities?"
So a revolution took place with the 3rd Daughter's marriage being First in their Family on 27-5-73!
Thats how I got married to the most beautiful woman I ever saw in my life.
Later on I came to know in my married life-Beauty is not just physical-it is more mental too.
Whenever I was sneezing in Pollachi,after a few days observation,Sarasa told me."Stop putting cold water in your face in the morning.Use warm water only."
I did that and my sneeze vanished.
Whenever I was having a small headache,she started analysing what all I took on that day."Did you drink an extra bottle of beer today."
"No Normal one bottle only."
"There must be something you have tried today."
"Wait.I took that sweetcorn soup for a change."
"Dont take that hereafterwards.They use that something chinese herbs which dont suit you."
I stopped and there Headache is gone-still I have my beer!
I dont think I would have got such wonderful girls -2 of them-who are so intelligent and hard working and highly unassuming-if it is not for my wonderful wife.
I consider her the most beautiful because if as a mom,she can bring them up and systematically take care of them from NIgeria to Timbaktoo and send one to Princeton and another to Harvard with pride-I feel the credit goes to her.
All these accompolishments add beauty in one's life.It is an experience,despite many handicaps.
Friends can some one define Beauty in this context?Is it external or internal?
I remember calculating all aspects of my life that would be picture perfect with such a beautiful woman.I didnt even realise that to make a partnership you needed the democratic right of an "Yes" from the otherside!
Still happily I was calculating in my own way that she may be worth it and she may fit me better and so on,till one day my close friend in whose scooter I was fueling my fire of admiration of all young girls said:
"Enough is enough you idiot.You cannot make a mathematical calculation of every college going girls in the street and try to find out whether she will fit you better or not.She also must be doing her own calculations.Why dont you see for yourself what your maths talk about your face?"
He showed me a mirror image of mine!
I would call it fair complexion as I cannot myself rule me out as Dark you see.Spectacled-may be Ray ban of 1768.Thick mush with trimming on one side slightly thinner than the otherside.Then there were these long sideburns with a cute cut like razor sharp scissors which will penetrate everyone eyes whenever they look at them.
Luckily I was wearing a white T Shirt and my friend commented after a few mts:
"What is your impressions about yourself NOw?"
"Not baaad."
"Is it so good that ,that girl you just saw on that street deserves this Rogue?"
"What do you mean a Rogue?"
"How do you mathematically define yourself -after having such a look at your own self that too in such close quarters."
I looked at my friend Venkatta.He was really whiteskinned comparitively and extremly goodlooking.He has a physique which will make every girl of his age to admire him more and his shirt/pant made him certainly smarter than what I was.I was silent but had to reveal this to him.
"Venkatta,do you think a girl will,if at all go by the external looks of the person before she falls in love or she will try to find out the real heart of a person."
"I know what you are coming to.You imagine you have a beautiful heart inside than your roguish external expression which she may not unserstand?Is that the logic?"
Silence.
Luck would have it,for Venkatta,I didnt bother to ask for his scooter rides for a week atleast.Venkatta himself felt a bit bad as after all in younger days you have friends of greater bondage than at any other point of time.
ONE DAY
"Hi Suri,just jump in"he shouted from the street when I was standing in our balcony on the North Masi street of Madura.
"Wheeeeeeeereee?"
"You Bloody idiot-come down NOOOOOOOW?"
I ran down as there must be a reason for his call..
When he saw me"You buffoon.Wear a shirt and come man?"
We rode.I asked him"Where r we going?"
'Shut up and come with me."
He took two tkts in a theatre nearby and we entered an unknown movie.I asked him
" why."
"You see in the 3rd row on the front side.See who is sitting."
There I saw that beautiful girl about whom I have been craving-ofcourse along with her parents,relatives,sisters which ran into a few hundreds.
The movie was infact such a Tragedy that I dint know whether to cry for the movie or smile for Venkattas help.The only solace was that it had a great actress Sarada -she did her part well.
After the movie all vanished.I saw my girl's(friend's)father too in a banian!May be Madurai Summer!
Venkatta asked me"Shall we go to Taj for dinner?"
We went and had dinner.
I started suspecting Venkatta's real intentions.He is certainly smarter and fairer.Is it fair on my part to go with him to chase this girl as she is certainly very beautiful and more accompolished.After all friends are friends and hence I asked him:
"Venkatta.Why did you suddenly decide to take me out for this movie.You were aware that this girl is coming there."
"I know you love that girl.I also know her family background thro another friend of mine.So I thought if we sincerely try you may succeeed.What is wrong in trying it out.Lets see more movies!"
He was indeed sincere.
May be because I realised that my own inadequacies to meet with her immaculate beauty ,I developed an innate desire to get this most beautiful girl I ever saw as my wife.
So the chase was literally on in street corners to bus stops till one day I got a good slap on my face!
That was indeed a good lesson as man makes mistakes in streetcorners without understanding how the women would feel about.You are brainless most of the times,in such situations!
I was happy that this incident (of getting a slap on my face) made me realise that Beauty has to be admired and any expression of roadside shows is absolutely ridiculous if you want to call yourself educated!
So I started disappearing from roadside scenes and started behaving a bit more matured in many ways but have never given up my longing for this Beautiful Girl.
Man proposes God always Disposes!
I wrote some examns somewhere as in younger days you go on writing examns and one fine morning my father told me I am selected for MBA in I.I.M.Calcutta.
"What is it Dad?"
"You dont know MBA.Better pack up idiot from Madurai"
There was I in Barrackpore Trunk Road past Shyam Bazaar.
What I liked in Rabindranath Tagore's Emerald Bower(IIMC original campus) was the real picturesque surroundings and the people of Bengal-they were so nice and I started learning the rudiments of Management-but I was missing that girl-the most beautiful girl I ever saw in my life.
So the time came when I had to take permission from my father to officially move my approach to this girl.
I told my mom,who was always considerate and she asked me in plain terms:
"Is she a Brahmin?"
"I guess so."
"I wont ask appa as otherwise he will not like it.See his reputation in Tamil Nadu."
Here modern day kids may not understand the real problems with old timers.Whatever said and done parents are indeed particular that their culture,their way of living must be preserved,atleast in most of the families.However pragmatic you may think you are when it is a question of your own self,the yardstick is different-especially in those days!
My father wanted to visit their house and fnd out for himself whether she will accept Suri.Thro' known friends he visited them.He was such a Reputed man in Tamil Nadu,his very prsence in that family was welcome by one and all.He told me later on:
"What a family.All daughters are highly educated-one a doctor,another B.E.,a third one an M.Sc.(my would be!), and another one another M.Sc.,-see his only son is a double PhD from Ohio and the beauty is his wife is also a Double Ph D -all of them so unassuming.Highly educated family"
"Pappa -what do they say?"
"We should wait and see as they have to accept us as I have made myself clear that my son Suri is keen to have your Saraswathi as his wife as he feels that she will be best suited for him."
The problem here was Saraswathi is 3rd in line with two elder sisters,a doctor and a BE still pursuing their studies and higher ambitions in life.
My patience was running out but my father was considerate.He told them"Why dont you finish the 3rd daughter's marriage First?What is there formalities?"
So a revolution took place with the 3rd Daughter's marriage being First in their Family on 27-5-73!
Thats how I got married to the most beautiful woman I ever saw in my life.
Later on I came to know in my married life-Beauty is not just physical-it is more mental too.
Whenever I was sneezing in Pollachi,after a few days observation,Sarasa told me."Stop putting cold water in your face in the morning.Use warm water only."
I did that and my sneeze vanished.
Whenever I was having a small headache,she started analysing what all I took on that day."Did you drink an extra bottle of beer today."
"No Normal one bottle only."
"There must be something you have tried today."
"Wait.I took that sweetcorn soup for a change."
"Dont take that hereafterwards.They use that something chinese herbs which dont suit you."
I stopped and there Headache is gone-still I have my beer!
I dont think I would have got such wonderful girls -2 of them-who are so intelligent and hard working and highly unassuming-if it is not for my wonderful wife.
I consider her the most beautiful because if as a mom,she can bring them up and systematically take care of them from NIgeria to Timbaktoo and send one to Princeton and another to Harvard with pride-I feel the credit goes to her.
All these accompolishments add beauty in one's life.It is an experience,despite many handicaps.
Friends can some one define Beauty in this context?Is it external or internal?
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