This blog post probably
is a rant and requires is going to contain a bit lot of detail and backdrop.
Currently I’m busily and quite musically and happily tapping my fingers on the keyboard taking intermittent sips of chai, one that Ma describes to be ridiculous, since I like it strong, consisting of a lot of decoction and a little milk and extremely sweet too. I watch Ma getting ready to go to the market.
And she has bucket loads of patience! I always roam around in a loose t-shirt, shorts and slippers and do not hesitate twice before running errands from the nearby market in this attire but Ma has a complete dressing up process before she ventures out. From carefully matching her dupattas and bindis to applying that extra coat of lipstick to combing and tying her hair neat.
Just today morning Ma almost shrieked when she looked at how I was going to class, since I woke up at 7.20 for a class that starts at 7.15, I obviously did not have time to fret about my appearance and also because it is a Sunday and I’m at my lazy best, I decided to go with a t shirt that I wear at home occasionally and jeans and wore a jerkin and then caged my wild hair into a bun firmly held by a clip.
I do not have the time and patience to dress up. The only cosmetic goods that I possess are- a body lotion, bottle of lacto calamine, lip balm and kajal. And women have patience, when I reached class at 7.45 am, I found a barrage of girls, dressed to the T! With their hair tied in whatever fashion that was currently raging to color coordinating their clothes-earrings-bracelets- footwear and what not!
How on Earth do women find the time to dress up at such an ungodly hour is beyond my understanding!? I did away with earrings because if I wore green earrings to match a green top and forgot to change them the next day while I wore a pink top, then I would look plain hideous!
And the fact that I have blonde streaks! Which is a mishap since I intended to get blue streaks which turned navy blue thanks to the incompetent hair dresser and doesn’t show against my jet black hair and unfortunately in all the excitement, she managed to streak them to a honey-blonde color too, thus invoking stares and songs that contain phrases like ‘zulfon ka rang sunehra’ (roughly meaning – girl with golden hair).
Okay, maybe this is too much of a rant but women in general have a high threshold of pain and patience. Despite being 23, I still scream in agony while getting my eyebrows done and have restricted it to a one time yearly event and in the process receiving glowering stares from other 15-16 year olds who do it without even muttering an ‘ouch!’, and you have the waxing, upper lip, Jeez! Whoever did tell women that body hair is inacceptable!?
And the stupid jokes about women taking too much time to dress up, yeah let us try running around that way for a day and those jokes will halt to a freaking stop.
Plus if you are an Indian woman then lo and behold, every occasion requires a certain attire, if you dress up in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt at a temple then you would probably be cursed to no extent by the priest and random fellow women; same goes with the competitive dressing at weddings, you have to outshine the bride under any circumstance; any outing be it even a casual get together puts in a complex to look good and to impress, now if you wear a salwar kameez, you will be branded a behen-ji and if you are the would-be bride’s sister then an insane extra pressure to look good that makes no sense at all is which is what I’m undergoing now 😦
Thus, cutting my rant short, women already have to deal with a lot of issues, so the next time your friend/ girlfriend/ wife/ lover/ ma/ sister isn’t at her attractive best, just drop a little compliment, it helps us that you aren’t only bothered about our physical appearance. To all the women out there, if you aren’t feeling too good about your looks, then just smile, nothing makes you shine like putting on a heartfelt smile and be comfortable in how you look and not require external confirmations for the same! 🙂