Our twisted relation with beauty

While there are many things that could be read into the title of this post, I shall at the very outset, in a fashion that is somewhat contrasting with my usual self, bring to light the specific context and meaning intended.
(The above sentence of course reassures me that I'm still in the element I have come to know as my own! But yes, moving on..)

Why can't I walk up to a girl in a train and say "You're one of the most beautiful persons I have ever met", without the very real possibility of getting lynched?
Why/How have we as a society evolved in a manner that so closely intertwines beauty appreciation and leching?

I understand that mother nature has programmed us in a way that much of what we do since our voices are done cracking, revolves around the theme of procreation. Is it that this instinctive understanding has now transcended to the realms that dictate how we behave at a social level?What then, becomes of the artiste who seeks beauty, and upon finding the same is filled with the desire to express it.

Even as I write this, images of MF Hussain with his muse in Madhuri, or that of a fashion photographer in the midst of an assortment of exposed physical beauty come to mind. Those are cases, certainly, where appreciation is taken to be at a level above leching. So does my initial question transform to a class issue: If one is a renowned artiste, then said appreciation is aesthetically tasteful, else it is a sympton of female objectification. Said class consideration then would certainly extend to the subject as well.

More later I guess.
This was about all I had to say for now.
Cheers duniya..

"Dil Karta Hai Sadkon Par Zor Se Gaoon"

The title to this post was a status message I chanced on a couple of days back.
The following is what it led me to, reproduced with no express permission from the user of the original status message; but then again, that shouldn't invite too much of a legal hassle one hopes.

And thus..:

Dil Karta Hai Sadkon Par Zor Se Gaoon

Jaane kya hai hawa ke is aangan mein

Har rang rukh kuchh badla badla sa

Baatein kuch dheemi dheemi si

Alfaaz chuninde taaron se.

Dil karta hai sadkon par zor se gaoon

Ek dhun jo parindon se ja milein;

Phoolon ki har ek aahat ho jis par

Ki awaaz bhi us ko kam padein.

Us roz ka intezaar rahega har dum

Jab tareekh ke saath dil bhi nayi khilein;

Jab yaadein ruke na rokein mann ko

Jahaan kal ke saath aaj bhi saath rahein.

Dil karta hai sadkon par zor se gaoon

Aaj ke is din mein bhi

Jab kadam kahin khoye huey

Sau baat zubaan par tiki

Ek dil jo ghoome baawra

Ek aur jo jaanein na bhala

In dilon ke beech hum hain khade

Ab aur nahin jahaan the badhe

Dil karta hai sadkon par zor se gaoon

Dil karta hai sadkon par zor se gaoon...

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Yes its good to be back.. :)

Writing...

Even while one bleeds in a growing want of attention and care, one realizes that the perceived loss is indeed a gain to one's very roots.
And thus, one smiles away the unthinking tear, looking ahead to a changed meaning; a changed purpose.

Kandisa! :)

PS: Mwaah my little precious!