Who’s The Fairest of Them All

Beauty is an adjective that has been so hard to define. Over the years, the perception of beauty has been transformed along with civilization and culture. Now in a society so driven by material pleasures and flamboyance, its only but natural that the face of beauty has also become a superficial display of the most exquisitely crafted mask.

We all walk through a costume party- all the real identities hidden behind these masks that we have created. Some take pleasure in creating these smoke screens while others do it just to feel like they belong. And like always there are the rebels.

My own experience has inspired me to write this piece- an experience that made me question, what matters more when you look at a woman- beauty or intelligence. For centuries women have been judged for their curves, poise and the current chart topper-fair skin. We are being bombarded by this concept like a large scale brain wash where people are not even given the space to think other wise. With FMCG companies that thrive on social stereotypes this ideas are now becoming more concrete. Starting from the age old Fair & Lovely to Ponds Gold radiance, all these advertisements continuously reinforce the idea upon people that a woman’s success, both professionally and personally, depends on her beauty and the color of her skin.

Time and again people say that intelligent women are for the long run but how would you meet that girl if you cannot get past the idea that your girlfriend should make your friend’s jaw drop. Men would rather marry the picture perfect woman, even though they may never share any mental connection. And if they ever do meet that perfect girl and God forbid she not meet the basic criteria of looks and “nesting” abilities then she becomes the “best friend”.

Yes, it would be unfair of me to generalize that beautiful women are not intelligent and vice versa. It is very much true there are enough exceptions to the rule. But I talk about the majority. Rationally, vanity and intellect should not see eye to eye. To the intellect the superficial nature of vanity would be truly irksome, and thus the deduction.

Unfortunately, despite all these arguments majority would rather prefer a fair-skinned, straight haired beauty over a plain looking woman who actually makes your life complete and not your social image. The parameter of beauty in a woman’s resume is not a recent addition From the time of Cleopatra to the Aishwarya Rai of today, beauty has played a pivotal role in a woman’s stand in society. Television shows are a stark display of this reality. The casting mostly consist of a fat or bald man but their wives would always be petite and poised. Even the success rate of a heroine would be much higher if she were beautiful as opposed to if she were talented. Most of our pageant queens entered the silver screen with nothing but their beauty. But that kept them in the industry long enough to find the right mentors and get the right breaks. Unfortunately the same cannot be said for many of the highly talented actresses who never saw the light of main stream cinema.

So I guess time and again, society itself has given the answer to my question. And unfortunately the answer is disappointing. Women are more of an accessory in a man’s life, a wall hanging or a Rolex watch. Not an aspiring achieving individual. We as a society would rather remember the Helens of Troy than the Jansi Ranis of India. In the end the question we all ask is:

“Mirror Mirror on the Wall

Who’s the fairest of them all?”


Flame of Fire

She is a flame of fire that comes to life,firegirl

She keeps the power of fear by her side,

She is a woman who was born to lead,

If Will had a face that was how it would be.

Her eyes have the strength that make you believe,

Confidence and style follow her with glee,

Her presence fills the air with a command supreme,

She is the spirit of a warrior with the aura of a queen.

But hidden is a heart; as innocent as a child,

Her smile like a wild rose, an exotic delight,

Imprisoned in your dreams is her beauty divine,

She gives love a reason to be alive.

No matter how hard life lashes out on her,

She battles without fear, proud and tall,

Her eyes never surrender to anyone’s might,

But when those tears roll its like darkness engulfed light.

She is a woman both gentle and bold,

She believes in herself but still wants you to have and to hold,

She is warrior, a queen, a spirit, a soul,

She is a flame of fire leaving footprints on the world.

But hidden is a heart; as innocent as a child,

Her smile like a wild rose, an exotic delight,

Imprisoned in your dreams is her beauty divine,

She gives love a reason to be alive.

Love and lost, than not love at all

This thing about love has always fascinated me. Since the time of adam and eve, love has starred as one of the primary characters in the twisted story of mankind. Sometimes the hero who saves the day and at other times the villain hidden behind the mask of betrayal and jealousy. Endlessstories, poems and all forms of literature has been dedicated to this single emotion, the emotion that ultimately defines how much man longs for a companion.

From the days of true love I have come a long way. And in my life too love has prevailed in all its different costumes. Sometimes it has been my only hope when all around me seems to be engulfed in darkness. And there are those times when it has been the reason for the darkness. And the fact is that I am no unique form of existence who has experience this feeling, I am just one of the many.

And despite all that we feel, the hurt the pain the desertion the fear, we still want more of it.   All for those moments of joy, the feeling of having someone by your side maybe because in our hearts we all know the one person we don’t want to invite in our lives in loneliness.

And for this one reason I believe that as long as there is man there will also be writings of love. And the beauty of love is no matter how many times you hear the stories from other people, the moment love creeps into your life you would never remember the warnings or the pain. All you know is a feeling close to divinity. And you may try to run as far as you can but once you have experienced it there is no turning back.

And that is why mankind believes, rightly believes: its better to have loved and lost than not love at all.

In Loving Memory

Never did I know you much,father-Daughter-holding-hands

But I still do miss you in my life,

How I wish for just one more moment,

I would hug you and say I love you.


Has life been cruel or has it been kind,

It did not leave any memories behind,

Every wisp of memory eludes me,

16 years have gone by and my tears have still not run dry.


One more walk holding your hand,

Paralyze that second, let it stand,

Tell you my story and who I am,

Will you be proud or will you be sad?


Tell me your stories one more time,

Let me hear you laugh and see you smile,

Waiting by the door to see you coming through,

Time walks by and I’m still waiting for you.


There’s a feeling I’ve locked inside,

Its an emptiness that buries me alive,

No matter how much I cry,

I will still miss you till I’m by your side.