English language is not yet so developed so as to express emotions explicitly. As a matter of fact, no language is. The language of truth is flat and insipid; it fails to express fine touches of sensuality and delicate fibres of likings and caring which wake you up at midnights. I speak to you the same truth, but also want you to know that those delicate fibres matrix my thoughts and deeds.
But this blog is not indeed for blabbering about what english language can do, nor about my deeds, this is about my emotions, in a sort so as to say. the theory of a caterpillar and butterfly is often taken for the paradigm of beauty. it takes a metamorphism of a caterpillar which in a way seems hideous, to a ravishing butterfly, which forms the epitome of beauty.
Without much udo and fussing around, i get to the point. I never generally put up my personal writings up for public, but the oppurtunity to introduce the new diva in town was overwhelmingly hard to ignore. Its ironic though, calling her a diva, knowing for the fact that she sucks at singing, and not to mention she never leaves an oppurtunity of entirely obliterating the song she hums, and in turn giving a chance to the singer to go hang himself/herself of the fan to have shown the audacity of ever sing that song.
Anyways a family member of mine, and i intend to let her be anonymous for that matter. So let just call her lady X, now before i get into the details of how things turned out that it made it to my blog, let me tell you something basic about this lady, first is she went to a beauty parlour today, ( i have no idea why people go to the god forsaken place to throw away their money), secondly she had a hair cut, and ther is a third piece of information too, but we can skip that for now. So here goes the epic !!!
It had been three long days i had not even had a glimpse of her, so ignorantly as always i call her up in the morning to tell her i would be taking her out in the evening, totally unknown to the fact that i was in for a tremendous surprise. All was set, everything was done, with me sarcastically taunting her about her little trip to the "temple of damsel". It was not until 7:30 pm did i see her, and trust me did i see. I did'nt notice the change that clearly from a distance, but then total black out. Oh god !! am riding a god damn bike, this has to happen now. I praised her, appreciated her, but as usual, as her so predictable Xly nature, she felt shy, ( " Oh come on lady, am praising you here, you are suppose to be happy for that"), but anyways i dealt with it. Through out our glorious and exhilarating journey towards the fast food center,( which i had not planned to go ), the only thing that poped up in my mind was, "Oh my god, this really is X rite". But then even god has a very bad habit of joking with his subject na, we had our food, had some pretty amusing talk too, worth mentioning.
The most exciting part of the evening that so crudely untill now was hiding, "you coward" !! unveiled itself at Andhra Bank ATM. After having withdrawed the money, she so excitedly and timindly revealed that she had been dieing to show me her curls that she had done, now this is the third thing that i skipped in the beginning. It would have been harsh on my feeling's part to have disclosed it then by not respecting the situation at hand. Anyways she looked absolutely stunning, not until that point had i been so serious of blogging all this. This definitely is going into my blog, i said to myself.
To sum up all this ramayan, the only thing that comes into my mind is that, "Baby you looked gorgeous". Its true i had mentioned this lines to her a number of times in the past, but never before have i been so stunned to this level. And off course never before had i considered it so unusually out of the ordinary to have pen all of it down !!! Thus unfolds the transformation from a wonk to the damsel !!!
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