Woman

F.W.Bain in his book, The Digit of the Moon, described of the creation of woman.
'In the beginning, When the Divine Artificer came to the creation of woman he found that he had exhausted his materials in the making of man and that no solid elements were left. In this dilemma, after profound meditation, he did as follows : he took the rotundity of the moon, and the curves of the creepers, and the clinging of tendrils, and the trembling of grass, and the slenderness of the reed, and the bloom of flowers, and the lightness of leaves, and the tapering of the elephant's trunk, and the glances of deer, and the clustering of rows of bees, and the joyous gaiety of sunbeams, and the weeping of clouds, and the fickleness of the winds, and the timidity of the hare, and the vanity of the peacock, and the softness of the parrot's bosom, and the hardness of adamant, and the sweetness of honey, and the cruelty of the tiger, and the warm glow of fire, and the coldness of the snow, and the chattering of jays, and the cooing of kokila, and the hypocrisy of the crane, and the fidelity of chakravaka, and compounding all these together, he made woman and gave her to man'.
(source: Discovery of India by J.Nehru)

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Nothing more is left to say but, a feeble attempt I am putting in here with a sense of gratitude to all women, related or unrelated to me:

Sneh sagar ka shrot hai tu,
Mamta ki amar kahani hai,
Tu prem ki aviral ganga hai,
Jo nirmal, kalyani hai.

Shabdon me teri seema ko,
Vyakt nahi kar sakta main,
Gagan-dhara sab jhukte hain,
Na tera koi sani hai.

God me le kar ke apne,
Manavta ko tu seenchti hai,
Swarth-rahit tere prem ka kayal,
Sansar ka har-ek prani hai.


Nari Shakti ko koti-koti naman!!!

A Straight(ened) Crime

A gentle breeze tried to dismantle the poise of her silky tresses... flowing freely with river-like equanimity, rolling down her cheeks to the chin, covering her face, in a measure, to give her a appearance of a shimmering moon, waxing and waning with the moments.

Standing astounded at a distance, there, He was adamant to perceive a glimpse of the ethereal beauty in its entirety and here, the divine veil of her mane was persistent to prevent her from the wicked glance of the world.

As he was gasping in amazement, she stood up and passed by him. A delicate deflection of her neck and he felt the touch of silk brushing against his face.
He fell flat on the floor. A brutal assassination by Straight Hairs!!!

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The preliminary and necessary condition to qualify for the above description is "Girls without Curls" and the sufficient condition being an adorable face with enough amount of grace. And of course, vital sta'tistics should conform with universal code. So, Please think before you dream.

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Months passed...breeze was still blowing...but the charm was lost. Heavenly tresses were battling hard for existence, eventually losing it out to the cruel curls and He, the worshipper, turned atheist.

One day, she asked, "Sweetie...Valentine day is coming..what you gonna give me??"

[Girls, generally, want a question in reply to the above question and co-incidentally boys do understand this fact.]

He answered plainly, "What do you want??"

She asked with a feminine exaggeration of expression, "Baby...you love my hairs na??" and looked into his eyes searching for affirmation which was long lost.

[Girls, generally, have a habit of asking a question where the simple answers can do.]

A curt reply followed, "hmm...so...".
"Just see..how unruly they have become...I wanna get it straightened again", she finally made her point.
"Okay..let's see...", he sighed and said with an artificial smile.

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Budget for the Fiscal Year had been proposed.
He had reasons to be happy for he could save now INR 2000 annually with the new tax slab being enforced. He could see the faces happier and eyes brighter all around when suddenly a girl, his colleague, caught his attention while flaunting her new hairdo.

(Please note that, this season new hairdo essentially means straight hairs).

He went up to her and showered heaps of praise on her hairstyle but his ulterior motive was to know the cost of it.
With an irritating giggle she started explaining the every minute detail of this so (un) important event of her life.
At last he felt his ear-drums are failing him...his vision got blurred...his heart skipped a beat...and he uttered in a state of disbelief..."Sorry...come again!!!"

The giggling girl said,"Yes boy!! It cost me 10000 bucks."

He calculated, under his breath, that his saving of coming 5 years would equal the cost of Her hair-straightening.
He fell flat on the floor. A brutal assassination by straight hairs!!!

P.Ss.
1. Staggering budget involved in the "Crime" led me to write this one.
2. No offense meant to girls who are wearing the described coiffure. Seriously.
3. Guys ...Please stop fidgeting with such a costly ITEM (read hairs) before you have to pay the price.