Monday, June 9, 2014

S.I.L - The BhaB'ee


The Love & Respect towards Females & their beauty has always encouraged & fueled my impassioned idolism which reveres only to admire & worship women at their highest & best.
It was the sunny afternoon of April and I got up from sleep with this irksome tooth ache.  After having my lunch I went out to get a smoke. Everything about that day was routine and it was more annoying because I had a night shift that day, everybody was busy celebrating their ‘Weekend’ and the other primary reason was my GodBrother was enjoying his friend’s girlfriend’s birthday party, our adoptive sister (who’s a mutual friend of ours) at an another friend’s place, but I wasn’t invited. My curiosity bled out & there was no room for patience. I called up my brother to know where he is (an excuse or I can say with a hope to be called upon). GOD has his ways to strike us humans with different ‘Twists & Turns’. Finally GodBrother asked me to come over, and then.. I didn’t have the slightest idea of what’s gonna happen..
   The party was held at a friend’s place, nearby my house. And we call it ‘The Passion House’ (for lot of certain reasons). All the boozing ‘ celebrations are planned & held at this place. There were so many times I went there for various parties, but this time before entering the lift itself there was something I was sensing without a rational process. I was excited but felt little peculiar for a while. As I knocked the door a friend opened it, whom I didn’t expect. Voluntarily I hugged him and he escorted me to the room inside where everyone was present. That’s it…!
There was this exquisite face with those in those known unattractive countenances. She wore a Red colored top & a jean and her hair - The Mountain Of Curls, she appeared like an Angel to me. Out of that filthy mass, she was alone holding a glass in her beautiful hands, I ought to call them ‘Hands of Beauty’. The opened Beer bottles, the Half filled whiskey glasses & snacks spread on the floor, the whirls & the smell of the cigarettes and the creepy song being played on the computer didn’t mean nothing to me. I could just tell by the way I was relating to the atmosphere & that Pure Fascination that there was some connection whatsoever. I felt it the very moment I stepped forward to say ‘Hi’’, there was an impulse I was following. That gave me the right & courage to just say it to my God Brother who sat beside her, much closer, “Bhabhi hain kya?”... Upon hearing this he instantly raised his eye brows & bit his tongue , a known & immediate cue to me, which led me to form an impression.  It was the moment of desolation. I hated the reason, which I came to know eventually.
Her beauty was so strong that it took end number of times for me to see & stare at her. Each time I did so it grew more effectively & has tremendously impacted my brain, much stronger that it blinded me to the tremendous beauty in her simplicity.
When she left in the evening I just couldn’t believe that the Supernatural Being of beauty stayed in that stupid looking house. I say stupid because I believed that no man-made house deserved to house my BhaB’ee.
After that day, there was an extreme fondness to see & meet her. And it kept growing every other day.  It was then ‘The Passion House’s owner aka our friend, reminded all of us about his Birthday.  And Then?  She was invited (by default) & it was an another magnificent memoir of our lives.
This time it was more exciting, coz I was invited.. lolz! NO! because we knew in advance that she’s gonna come. Really I killed time & the days just went. An evening before the birthday, there was a deep anxiety whether she would come or not? What if her parents wouldn’t allow? What if the trains wouldn’t run? What if there’s a storm tomorrow? What if someone meet an accident and the party is cancelled? What if our friend has a tiff with our adoptive sister? And a lot of “Whats” & “Ifs” killed me throughout .
But the day arrived and so did she. My heart was thumping like mad, till I saw her. We knew each other this time so we laughed, danced & enjoyed double the last time. Every time she called me or cited me or when we clicked our pictures, there was a feeling of attachment to such extend that it felt like I know her since the inception of me in GOD’s mind.  I have an exalted sense of her importance. Like one has for a Mother, a Sister, or a Best Female Friend since childhood. The way she spoke, behaved & demanded for certain things.. is to be venerated! During the course of that day’s celebration with her I began to observe & realize that she has an invisible wall around her and she does not let anyone cross that. Behind that wall she maintains her dignity and her self-respect and she never lets anyone inside. For me she formed the epitome of SOFT SPOT which I believe is many times more complex and many times more effective than deliberate feelings. Her charm, her beauty, her personality and her demeanor was what I have always dreamt about being a perfect BhaB’ee, The Sita of my life and there she was!
Well, throughout that day she was in the frame of mind and I didn’t even care and nothing mattered to me who else was there and what else was happening. And this will keep on happening till my last breathe & even after that..
My never ending gratitude to our adoptive sister for working in the same company where my BhaB’ee works, then making friends with her, inviting her to the party and letting us discover this Pearl in the form of human, sent on this planet. Thank you Very Much, Sister.
I am much more thankful to GOD’s aesthetic senses for gifting us with such extraordinary beauty and incredible innocence in a living form.         
And I’ll be always grateful to her mother with enormous respect and awe because she actually gave birth to my BhaB’ee.