The Brown Girl

When I sat down to watch a movie, I was bothered to see the number of fairness ads telecasted while watching a three hours movie. Why are we so obsessed with fair skin? Does our mindset ever change?

Having taken my dad’s complexion, I have been the darkest kid in my entire family. My parents haven’t treated me any different from my wheatish sister, nor did I have any agony aunt who pointed to me that I was dark. I did not realize that there could be any discrimination; until I was rejected for a prayer song in my school for parents day program-cos the rest of them were all like Barbie dolls. It just pricked me at that instant, but I quickly brushed it aside due to my distracted nature then.

But subconsciously I started trying all the products I could get my hands on from any fairness tube, compact powders to face masks that would promise to make my skin lighter. Also, I stuck only to brown color assuming that it is the only color which would best suit me. I was against wearing white or any light color dresses.

One day, when three of my fair skinned giggly girls and me had gone shopping when we all decided to get a white tunic for another girls birthday party. I gave them indirect messages to go for a brown color but I finally walked out with my white tunic packed in my bag. So we all got dressed and went for this birthday party and I was taken aback when one of my super model like friend (who was also wearing the same dress) told me how she envied me for how I carried myself then. And from her serious tone, I knew she meant what she was saying.That really made me look at the whole thing in a completely different angle. I was told this many a times but now I genuinely believed it.

I realized that beauty is something which is skin deep and doesn’t exactly have to depend on your complexion. I have started accepting my color and it makes me feel really really good when someone addresses me as a dusky or chocolaty person. On the brighter side, I need not worry about how much I would tan after a day out in the hot sun or worry about the temporary dark spots which would not really make any difference on how I look. How much dark circles would be even visible on my face?

What if you are dark? Instead, you might have the best smile, best figure or shiny hair or wonderful cheek bones or sparky eyes. God is not all that cruel you see,he must have blessed you with something of how you look. Find it out yourself, or ask your besties -what’s best in you and flaunt it girl.

It has been a very sensitive topic and I have mustered all my courage to write this, for I felt the urge to share it here hoping that there would be at least one person who silently nods and thinks” this is what I wanted to hear” when reading this post.

Cheers,
A-confident-dusky-woman
He he.. I just called me a woman….

P.S: Now don’t ask me or think” But I thought inner beauty is all that matters?”

Yeah I agree, it does matter but still people decide you on how you look before they get to know the actual you.

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P.S: If you are a boy, please stop reading when I ask you to do so.
Am sorry for not replying to the previous post’s comments, not that I was busy. But I simply didn’t know what to reply.Is there something like comments-reply-block or commentomania?
Please enlighten me on that.
So one of them asked me, how is that all these humorous incidents happen only to you. The trick is –to find humor in whatever circumstances(read:s$#t) life throws out at you. Okay fine plus my absent mindedness too
And one of my hostel mate, who is a Viscom student wanted a model errr me ,for a photoshoot;-) yes , that’s true.. she wanted expressive eyes and I still wonder why she chose me

Three reasons why she shouldn’t have preferred me:
One, I am not even relatively close to the models who are featured in the local tv channels ad.
Two, my eyes are the least expressive ones you could spot on a crowded Ranganathan street.
Three… grrrr.. I think I just had two points to say…

But deep down I was all excited about this. I wanted to give in my best expressions;-) I in fact slept thinking about various expressions I could pose –like the ones in classical dances or like a page 3 girl..
Oh wait.. I am not going to start over with how the photo session went. I had already blogged about soit. So I will let it pass.
But you will have to know what happened in the parlor and the after effects.

Okay this going to turn gross from here and I want all the male gender to close this page now  

I haven’t been to the parlor except to get my eyebrows/haircut done. And now, I was here with my ultra-modern roomie who accompanied me in this painstaking task.

The parlor girl, looked at me with a cold stern thinking if I was living under the rock all these days. And she started saying things like” you shud do something to your hair, face, neck and all that.”
So I thought I would start with my hair cut( Mind you , I had just taken a hair bath with my Pantene shampoo then).

Lady: You will have to get your hair wash done
Me: But I just had my hair wash twenty mins back
Lady: *touches my hair* followed by a *frown*” I suggest you wash it again, it’s in a bad condition
Me:But?
Ultra-modern roomie:Don’t argue melani. Do it as she says

So after a wash , I am asked to sit on a rolling chair(read it in Santhanams style) while she comes back with her scissors.

Lady: *frowns at my hair for one more time*
When was your last haircut?

Me: Two months ago
Lady: Where? It’s not done properly
Me: Why? I had it done in bounce. 950 rupees. Senior hair stylist. That’s where even jyothika gets her hair cut….. I instantaneously fired at her
Lady: Okay Okay…I will do it better than them now.. *smiles like a maniac as if trying to pacify me*
And then, I got a cool bleach and facial which made me glow like a 90 watts bulb and the photos turned out as an evidence for it.

Wait, its not over… as I was paying my bill, I beamed at my ultra –modern roomie *posing like a page3 model with my face at a side angle* eagerly waiting for her compliment like” wow, you look fabulous “ or atleast something like that

She: What you didn’t get your hair cut?
Me: I did, see properly

Okay, I come back to office and I walk past my friend ten times for her to notice my new look. But after so many failed attempts, I simply walk to her and say “Hey, look at the new me”
She: uh-huh?whats new in you?

Only one question to ask now: Why me,my Lord?

P.P.S:To All the guys who read this post completely in spite of my bold warning, all you get is my *tongue out smiley*

What were you expecting from my blog anyways?

Of Nothing In Particular

Last night, after having two servings of mutton biryani in my team leads wedding-I swore that I would start dieting(again!!!). I ve put on 57 gms since my last weight check. Since then(Read: last night)the whole world has been conspiring against me and my strong resolute-one of them from onsite has returned and has got ferrero rocher to be distributed. Cursing my bad luck and resisting my urge to ask “ can I take two?”, I behaved decent and took one.. relished the chockie for full 60 seconds and got back to work. Now what? I am craving for chocolate again… therefore I decided to blog –my distracting factor.

P.S: I like to kill time and don’t mind helping others do it either(My employer will love me for this). SO there you go, with all the random things I would want to tell you.

1.My friend Swathi walked me to Mom and Me showroom.No No.. She is not going to be a mom or was planning to gift some expecting mother. She completely freaked me out when I was told that the stretchable pant she was holding , was for her -given that her tummy was rising liking sensex.

2.I was riding a scooty with my friend behind me and I don’t know what I was thinking when I honked at the speed breaker expecting it to move. The stranger guy who was riding beside me in his two wheeler-smirked at me. I ended up showing him a thumbs up sign and by grinning to glory showcasing all my 34 teeth. Sigh.. Such is my brain-finger coordination. (Do you get the drift?)

3. Bored and have nothing except for biting nails in your to-do list? Watch “dreamum wakepum” song from aiyaa , followed by “open gangnam style” in youtube. Fits of laughter guaranteed.

4.As I write this, I realize it’s a very bad idea to eat cookies when you type. A crumb has settled under the letter “s”. Is “s” the most used word?

6. Everyone keeps asking me the history and geography of my name and I finally ask my dad about it. Instead of answering me, he simply laughed stating that the father drank a glass of water after christening me. And ping ,there was a vision of what must have happened then.

Father: I hereby anoint this baby girl “ Josephine Edel Melani Rayen.F”
*coughs inetensely*
Father: ”may I have some water please?”
Will be back with a most sensible/cheerful post soon..

Till then,
Mel A.k.a Josephine Edel Melani Rayen.F ufff… *does finger exercise*