For The Angel in Them.

They are unglamorous. They look simple in their plain Salwaar Kameez. The two sisters (names not disclosed) had moved to Delhi a little while ago and had planned to continue their stay there. However, after a little while they had to return to their native place.

When asked why they didn’t continue staying in Delhi, the girls don’t hesitate to answer:

“No one in college would talk to us. Students shunned us because we are black and they presume we are not as smart as them.”

Whatever time the two sisters spent in Delhi, they couldn’t befriend a single fellow mate. And the reason was – their dark complexion, plain lifestyle and naïve attitude. Isolation turned into mental trauma.. The girls had no option but to come back to a place where people would not snub them.

The whole issue left me thinking on why we give one’s seemingly good looks such high importance when we all know one’s appearance is perishable. One day nothing of it will remain. It has to go and it will go. If it was so important why would we turn the beautiful, charming face into ashes when lifelessness takes over? Why do we not preserve one’s body of flesh and bones once it seizes to breathe?

There must be hundreds like those two sisters who get judged by what they look like. Has this society come to a point where being modest and natural is almost close to being an untouchable? Does one need looks to be worthy of someone’s friendship? Let alone only friendship- but does one have to hone one’s appearance to gain acceptance? What is the painful extent to which one needs to go to make society realize that appearances do not reflect the soul within?

It reminds me of something that I had heard a few months ago. In Hindu culture, every morning, after taking bath, one is expected to take blessings from elders by touching their feet, that is, touching a ‘living’ being’s feet. It is also true that a deceased body, when touched, requires one to purify oneself by taking a bath. Now, the question is if a body is so important why is it that someone who touches a lifeless body requires purification? This is certainly something one should ponder over.

My message need not require flowery and far-fetched instances to drive my point home. Nor do I want any appreciation for my style and approach. All I want is that people realize there is something more to life than just pretty faces, smart attitude and a glittering lifestyle, and that is – being human. Let us look at the divine beauty that resides in all of us. After all what use is the beauty that evokes an incorrect definition of the same; which misleads rather than guide…

Suhani Dewra