Sarika Kapoor
‘The world plays tricks on our eyes,
Flaws are hidden with care and under disguise,
Confidence is the key, as they say
I know, I am perfect in my very own way.’
” Mom, I want a rhinoplasty done” a statement was hurled at me flat, by my teenaged daughter, throwing her namesaked school bag onto her study table.
“Beta, please do not call the rhinos for a blast at home, its neither good for the wild life nor for us”, I replied trying to brush the bomb away and to not get into the vicious cycle of ping pong debate.
“Hah Mom, at least some one finds it amusing , you kept your favorite book aside for once, I seem to have caught your attention for sure” she retorted, she continued “But let me assure you, I am quite serious about wanting to get a nose job done for my 18th birthday, ”
Now she really had my attention, how strong was this stir in the pot, I had to gauge. So rather than playing the guessing game of how far was this rooted and where was it coming from, I simply told her to explain her stand.
” My nose is too big for my face, I want a perfect nose like Gigi Hadid” I was told with full conviction.
” For Godsake darling, what gave you the idea that your nose is not perfect and moreover there is no shape, place or situation that defines perfectionism, my perfection may differ from yours” I said, trying to convince her.
But she was undeterred, while I felt a sudden splurge of deja vu, I had taken a similar trip when I was a bit younger to her, a few decades ago.
The movie ‘Dil Hai Ki Manta Nahin’ had released and Pooja Bhatt became every teenaged girl’s style icon overnight. Every girl wanted to look, walk, talk, like her. Aping her in every which way, became ‘the in thing ‘ as they call it.
It was on my 15th birthday that my masi asked me, what I wanted for my birthday, “Nothing much, but I wish I looked like Pooja Bhatt.”I had replied .
“What, she’s got crooked teeth dear, you are certainly much better “, she said, a bit surprised and a lot amused by my wish.
” No, Iam not, I wish I had teeth like hers, too”, I had argued. There was a roar of laughter in the entire room, while at that point of time I failed to understand, which was the funny bit in the entire conversation.
Though today I thank my stars for not getting my teeth twisted, out of whim. Thankfully, post this narrative my daughter, somewhat stepped back(or so I assumed)from her stance, realizing that we were both fielding from the same team and said giggling ” Thank God, you did not get a dental surgery done, I would have hated having Maheshasur as my mom”.
This conversation between me and my daughter compelled me to to ponder upon the word in question,’PERFECTION’.
Who sets the paradigm for a perfect face, perfect features, perfect body size, perfect body type, does that even exist? Certainly the celebrities, leading a flamboyant, so called perfect yet not so perfect lives have become our mentors and monkeying their life, by hitting the gym for 4 to 5 hours , going for plastic surgeries, gulping down steroids has become a practice with us.
Keeping ourselves fit and healthy is taking us to such an obsessive level that, someday treading back would be impossible. Admiring the innocence of untouched beauty in the imperfections of life has been long lost.
We are gradually becoming indifferent to the marvels of God and are always seeking for more. Hope this ritual of elbowing God’s creation stops soon or else we would be heading towards a world full of mannequins, perfect yet lifeless.
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