Beauty, thy name is womanhood

Women are beautiful. The fairer sex really is the fairer sex. I know this has been common knowledge for years but the full meaning hit me just today. I was in the ladies compartment of a train…for a change not squeezed into a crowd but with enough space to look around at my co-passangers. Every single face vied for my attention and captivated me.

First I noticed a short, bouncy hairdo topping a pair of big eyes that could probably make any human being melt. Then I noticed that the ‘child-woman’ I’d been looking at, was dressed in a neat (and sexy) business suit and carrying a file of important looking papers. Superwoman continues to be as magically attractive as her historical counterparts.

Then I looked at a woman of indeterminate age sitting across the corridor from me. Her still-damp hair clung to the sides of her face with one persistant lock dangling by her ear. Dark lipstick, vibrant coloured kurta…all traits of the stereotypal ‘bitch’…but ah, what a captivating bitch! Even the slightly flabby tummy was attractive in the way she subconsciously covered it up with her flashy handbag as she chatted nonchalently on her cell.

Opposite to me was a thirty-ish prim little lady. Her salwar kameez was an odd mix-up that I would never wear but wasn’t quite ugly either…just captivating (there’s the word again!) Neatly combed hair, clean face adorned by only talcum powder but her clothes seemed to show off a slight rebellious streak. She was wearing an insipid dull-white, Garden kurta and a matching dupatta with tiny meaningless flowers over it. Her chudidaar however was a deep, rich red cotton (that’s ultimate urban Indian chic)and it was bordered with thread-work zari. The whole effect was startling to say the very least.

There was another woman near the entrance who’s face and clothes I don’t remember at all. But she was holding on to the handrail at the top of the last seat and that is what I noticed. She had straight fingers with fingernails just long enough to be delicate and not enough to be claw-like. You could tell just by looking, that her hands would be soft and that she probably didn’t shake hands much but perhaps a few people very close to her had clasped that palm.

Women, are a completely different species altogether. Yes, women are really beautiful. Physically beautiful. And captivating. Compellingly so. Today I had a glimpse into what the poets wrote about when they described the ‘mystery of a woman’. There is strength and vulnerability molded into the same person. There is beauty…such breath-taking beauty that is also cold and cruel in the knowledge of its power. There is silent, seething resentment buried under layers of submissiveness and devotion. There is gruff sternness which somehow encompasses gentle caring too. There is the tendency to be broken over one man’s indiscretion entwined with the ability to carry the burdens of ten other men.

Men are simple creatures. I always know whether I like a man or not and why. I like him because he is:
1. Intelligent
2. Nice
3. Fun
1…2…3…it is always some combination of these things.

I can never be sure whether I like a woman or not. The few women, whom I do acknowledge that I like, exhibit very ‘macho’ traits which makes the analysis easier. But really, I have no clue.

I thought for awhile about what it would be like to fall in love with a woman. Somehow the minute I got to that thought, all my fascination vanished. To be able to equate that appreciation of beauty with sexual attraction is beyond me. I can admire, as from an artist’s eye, critically, aesthetically. But to really, completely experience a woman, I would have to be a man. What a pity….

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About IdeaSmith

IdeaSmith is the digital doppelganger of Ramya Pandyan (intrepid train-traveller and frequent spouter of post-midnight rhymes and rants). As IdeaSmith she battles obscurity and slays boredom with her stories about men, books, digitalia and Mumbai. She performs live and also blogs, tweets, Instagrams, Facebooks, +G’s, Youtubes and Goodreads all as IdeaSmith. Ramya is a blogger, digital storyteller and spoken word performer. She also runs a forum for aspiring writers called Alphabet Sambar. Tweet-bomb her at @ideasmithy.

Posted on July 21, 2005, in Hormone hangover and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink. 13 Comments.

  1. Men = Simple
    Women = Complex
    Agreed.

  2. Exactly, what a shame. And what a shame to be a man and be able to experience a woman and never fully appreciate her beauty as another woman would.

  3. c’mon u gals….ofcourse there are guys who appreciate beaty of females…but alas! most of the time u gals would tag it with vulgarity….

    I bet u would always be much happier when a guy appreciate u than when a gal appreciate u…

  4. Its exactly as simple as the first comment…whatever enlightened soul (male or female) put that in.

    Ava: It was a shame because I’d never experience the full richness of womanhood outside my own self. I wasn’t thinking too much about men, but you have a point.

    Amul: I do think there are men who appreciate women…so much of art and literature that has been dedicated to women, was created by men, after all. Vulgarity is when there’s no appreciation…just that dirty, leery, lack of respect. And believe me, we do know the difference.

  5. But to really, completely experience a woman I would have to be a man

    correction… i have been a man for 25 odd years and never seen a woman the way u have just described… its true

    if u were a man, you wud just stare at boobs and ass and if time permits, you look at the face and the sweetness… but characterestics like vulnerability… NEVER…

    beautifully worded post…

  6. LOL! Iyer u perv! Remember, “Aurat Maa Hoti Hai, beti hoti hai, behen hoti hai, patni hoti hai…”

    Tut! Tut!

  7. Lol Apoorva……..you forgot GIRLFRIEND bhi hoti hai.

  8. girlfriend nahi re… “available hoti hai”… apoo you still aint over the devdas thingy?

  9. This enlightened soul is male. Yes.. such a thing exists.

  10. Wonderful…and what museum do you inhabit?

  11. Friends and lovers…friends into lovers…friends or lovers….just friends…just lovers…all could cascade into reality.At times we bed emotional control , at times its just a meandering surrogate farce.Activating control syndrome or letting it just naturally percolate into our system is a function of how honest we are with ourselves.Honesty of the subconscious variety that is……..what u say is right and what u feel is also right…not saying ur “thuts are preconceived”..not sayin “they are conditioned rationalities”…not saying “they are the only truth”..just saying its a thut which lives in today and knows not tomorrow…for thut is a fragment glistening in the sunlight and cutting a layer as darkness falls….

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