DO GOOD GIRLS FLIRT? SHOULD THEY?

THE LOST ART OF FLIRTING....WELL.



As Eid & Dusshera approaches, i think i'll take a break from blogging on racism and other morbid topics...

Having grown up in a household of strong willed women (like mom who even today wont hesitate to smack me if i disrespect or misbehave or my sis who always tells it like it is) i have always been facinated by and appreciative of strong women.



However Indian men (or most of them however) dont think that way.



As Shabana Azmi's character in Arth put it so eloquently, a perfect wife should be 'like a goddess in front of the family and a whore in the bedroom' and any woman who dares step out of that parameter is instantly labelled, either as a slut or as frigid 'behenji'.





The sluts are for "fun" and this in most juvenile minds means furative groping & rubbing and their version of the french kiss which entails furiously swishing their tongues around the poor girl mouth (too much of naagin-snake movies for inspiration perhaps) while the poor 'behenjis' are for mocking or at the best, getting rakhis tied from.



Thats why i feel, most indian women dont know how to flirt.

They're too afraid it might be mistaken for being a slut.


Infact the delicate art of flirting (which is very distinct from being sluttish) is lost on most people.



The reason i'm writing about this is because last night i happened to watch an interview of Moon Moon Sen taken by Vir Sanghvi.




I remember long ago when i was the Editor of the school magazine, Ms Sen and some others film stars had come to Darjeeling for some function.



After much convincing (and i do mean MUCH) i had managed to get permission from the Jesuit preists at school to go interview her for the magazine (i believe the justification i gave was 'all round education').


Anyway the evening before the scheduled interview there was a charity event for the town people where the school Rector was also invited.


Early next morning, dressed in my smartest school uniform, as I got ready to leave for town, the rector called me in and told me that the interview was off.


"Did Ms. Sen cancel?" i asked.

"No, she did not," he boomed back "she was drinking yesterday at the party and there is no way she will be in our magazine."




He was a preist and maybe justified in his comments but many in Bollywood were equally dismisive of her simply because she refused to partake of her alcohol in steel glasses or mixed with Thumbs-Up as did most of the others.


Many years later while on my way back home from college in Bangalore i ran into her again at the Calcutta's quaintly named Dum Dum airport.


She had probably come to pick up someone and it being those days when the mobile phone was still an invention waiting to happen, she was speaking to someone from one of those public telephones shells, which thankfully are usually lined up in a row and quite close to each other.



Much to the horror of my friend (who claims he is not star struck) I slid into the booth next to hers and pretended to call someone even as i kept staring and listening to her.


I dont remeber much of what she said but the one part i remember is that her voice was almost lilting in its tone and terribly, terribly enchanting in its flirtation.



Watching her interview with Vir, you can see she still has that quality about her and infact its a marvel how perfect she is in that elusive art.


Is it any wonder that she was labelled a 'loose woman' by the hypocrites of Bollywood.


After all arent the 'loose women' supposed to be inside the bedroom only.


Anway enjoy the video and watch as she effortlessly makes Vir squirm and blush.


Aaah Magic....


Enjoy


Vish