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Here’s a question to start with -

What is the first thing you notice about a girl/woman? Your answer could be her looks, her hair or what she is wearing or maybe how good or bad her skin is...Well for me answer is bit different!By the way Guys need not to answer this as it might not be very relevant here and even not very sophisticated to say it loud! But coming back to what I notice most of the times is Eyebrows! Weird! I know! Not only they add up or bring down your beauty quotient but I somehow feel that brows say lot about females. Like Meeting eyebrows one is the non-stop thinker, the straight one is quite logical in life n blah (btw beware of the sharp angled brow ones, they’d always make you do things their way)

Well, I don’t judge people on that basis because these days brows tell much about the person who does the threading/tweezing for you than your own self! Now I’m always freaked out when someone messes with my brows because I’ve been through some really frustrating experiences. Every time heavy-hearted I would pay for the service and would say it loud in my heart “They’ll grow back soon!”and “I am not coming back to this salon ever!” and also “I have to keep my hair open so that flicks hide those messed up thing!”

If you are reading this and you are a guy, then stop reading! You’d never understand this; you don’t even discuss such experiences (if any) to your friends like it’s in the bro-code or something! But oh girl I hope you know what I mean...I am trying to decode the brow-code here! This may have started to sound insane but I really can’t help being particular (read: finicky) about eyebrows.  I am aware about the fact that it’s not that big deal after all how many people would comment or compliment on your brows unless they were exceptional? Though all these years, super-charming Kajol pulled off that thick meeting eyebrows aka unibrow style real well but many of the females have succumbed to the whole fashion of well shaped and neat eyebrows (Think about Karishma kapoor in Prem qaidi, 1991 and then, think about Karisma kapoor in Dil toh pagal hai, 1997. Right!!?)

Why am I writing this? Well I am in pain right now! Today is a sad day in the history of threading times. All thanks to the travelling part of life that I had to give in myself in hands of those females who hold thread in their hands just like a kid who has been handed a new toy car to run around in house with.  All I seek is mercy and li’l aesthetic sense!

Positively talking, I have had very good experience with this amazing girl I was regular with but ever since I started going places, all my attempts to find someone who can measure up have fallen out. I seriously don’t know how many of you can relate to this one, but right now, I shall do li’l cheering up for myself –

“Amrita, I’m sure you’re the only one who’s noticing this, it isn’t big deal, don’t worry so much.”

P.s – “Amrita, Please stop telling such stories to your fiancé, don’t give him room to rethink and stop freaking out other people too with your weird notions and feminine expressions!”

No comments....! What’s the question anyway?

And so sick of questions that I am but still would want to hear some more and would still love the hopelessness of unanswered status. I clearly remember once I had this as my fb status– Give me some more questions, because I don’t want to answer them. And ever it has been proven by my acts & circumstances that each complicated situation I have ever witnessed had a common root cause - my lack of interest to answer any sort of question. And If I had to catalogue them on the basis of my interest (read disinterest) and the impediment created by their incompleteness because of unanswered grade, the lowest or the least problematic would be ones with – What do you think about this? I guess the reason is my never-ending thought process and I-have-got-opinion-for everything habit. Raising the bar a bit, there are set of questions to which I will answer something but would never remember it and will later say something like did I say that, really? Those are the ones which have question mark sign after the word –What. Yes, something like what is the plan? What time are we meeting? What did you like about this guy? The reason for this one is straight, blunt, right in the face and hopeless. I am a variable human! Oh not a mathematical description of a quantity or function that may assume any given value but someone who is apt or liable to vary or change.  I love making plans but hate sticking to them. My perception for people (especially guys) changes as they unfold themselves more and more (and this is so normal, totally normal for girls/human beings) Alright skipping usual occasional jitters, lets jump to those ones which I would prefer to skip every time if I have choice. The 3 lettered lethal, enormous, bloodcurdling gigantic word - WHY? Anything that is said after this word appears so massive, that any answer to that, would still be smaller than the size of needle’s eye.  So I either go quite (which might piss people off but at least do not hurt them right in the teeth) or postpone the answering process to indefinite time (though that ends up ruining the whole thing and give rise to another question – Why couldn’t you answer the simple why question?) Aahh why do people ask questions? Sorry for my identical mistake but have to really make some species (the interrogative ones) understand the whole business of Q &A’s.  So even if Barack Obama, the US president asks “Why can’t I just eat my waffle?” or yesteryear’s popular American actress Marilyn Monroe asks “What do I wear in bed?” or with the quote “We may have our private opinions but why should they be a bar to the meeting of hearts?” The father of our nation, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi even endorsed the very existence of questions in life, but I, Amrita, very modestly refuse to succumb to such a thing which bothers me and stops me from being me. Without endowing any answer (so me really!) I’d like to define my sincere concern for myself in one question that should sum up the whole thing - Would I ever be able to get free of the whole questioning and answering (not answering in my case) commerce? 

A ride that he gave me...

Its kind of amazing how some people leave their marks on memory even If the meeting lasts for less than 10 minutes. One such person was him, I so remember him clearly, that ride in his Rickshaw on a day of shower…

“Madam aap na ekdum Left ki tarah ho jao….”

“Huhh?”

“Ha madam ekdum left side par baitho seat ki”

“okay Par kyu”

And I try to check the rareview if he’s tryin to adjust me so that he can have good view, but no…In those whats-wrong thought I saw an Innova passing by which splashed the whole water from road in the riskhaw…Ohh That’s why he asked me to shift. How thoughtful. Then he started –

“Madam ji aapko pata hai ye jo badi gaadi apne dekhi jate hue…”

“Hmm..”

“Aur ye dusri jitni badi gadiya dikh rahi hai na aaspaas”

“Hmm”

“Ye sab na dikhane ke liye hai madamji”

“Huhh”

“Haa madam ji, Sirf dikhane ke liye karza lekar kahreedi hui hai, Aisi hai ye Dilli!”

And he went on with his experiences with people who are living such life…Not such a ride I expected in a Dilli’s rickshaw! This rickshaw-wallah then took his course to how happiness is not through your possessions but in giving.

“logo ko dikhaane ke liye karz par cheezein kahreedna se toh achcha hai, jo hai usme se jaruratmando ko thoda de”

“hmm”

“kabhi suna hai, kisi ne loan lekar daan kiya ho?”

Well I had never heard of something of that sorts but yes I certainly know few people who are helping this society, evn if that is out of their financial capacity. Cutting the whole listing process of such people I know in my mind, I listened to him till I reached my destination. Before getting off that rickshaw I asked him about his life, He was in Delhi since few years and some 20 odd years ago, he had eloped from his house, in some village in Punjab to travel whole India. He never attended any school but as he said, “Zindagi se badi koi teacher nahi, madam ji”, He followed lot of preachers during his travel. “Ek hi cheez yaad rahi sabko sunne ke baad ki apne pass rakh kar bhi kya kar lenge, saath to kuch le jana nahi hai, jitna ho sake dusro ko do”

That was one hell of a ride, which still hasn’t finished in my mind, strangely this guy taught me the act of giving in simple words and in less than 10 minutes. Quite a few months later, today I recalled that ride and his talks after reading these lines by Kahlil Gibran -

“For what are your possessions but things you keep and guard for fear you may need them tomorrow?

And tomorrow, what shall tomorrow bring to the over-prudent dog burying bones in the trackless sand as he follows the pilgrims to the holy city?”