Tantalizing

Smooth objects... Things without edges.. No kinks anywhere. I don't know if all humans are attracted to smooth objects, or is it just me? Whatever be the case, smooth things have a very ethereal quality to them. Their fluidity feels like jagged rocks having turned into smooth stones after millennia of running water wearing their surfaces off. And these stones are smooth as baby-bottoms. Okay, maybe not baby-bottoms that have been soaking in the baby's pee and poop, as the mother's forgotten to change the diapers, but hope you get the point without any further need on my behalf to elaborate in this regard. 

Something about angles renders them a very man-made look. Look at buildings. Look at squares, and cubes. All edgy, all pointy, all so "How-it-must-be", each one of them. We like them because they are convenient. We put our things in boxes. We sit in "cubicles", we "compartmentalize" things. All of the above give us control over our lives. Or that's he impression we give ourselves the liberty to subscribe to. And yet, when it comes to beauty, we go running, back to our curves! The subject of beauty has obsessed my mind for a while. I know not whether this obsession of mine is because of my inability to appreciate things, or it is that I have just learned how to appreciate things. Either way, here's something that caught my attention....

The Jaguar E-Type- Often called SEX on wheels..

It is probably the one thing the Britishers achieved, apart from their incessant rant about the weather. Oh no! They also made Mumbai, Chennai, Kolkata, and many other places all over India and all over the world look the way they do. And THAT is a compliment. Anyway, coming back to the E -type...

Goodness! The E-type's designer, Malcolm Sayer, is said to have hand plotted each point on the car's bonnet to make it as streamlined as possible. This was at a time before all the computers came into the designing process. Jawdropping!

Spheres.. Balls.. Not testicles-balls. Balls-balls! Testicles aren't even spherical. Goodness knows why they are called balls. Oh! But balls needn't be spherical. Do they? Maybe I'm thinking out too loud. But ball-bearings, metal spheres, Globes made of glass, actually globes made of anything solid enough to not yield under the "crushing force" of my grip, have all fascinated me. And I write this out of a fear that if, iff I write about my current object of fascination, I might just end up sounding a tad too erotic.

So back to spheres... My math teacher asked the definition of  a sphere in class. This was way back in class 10. In a stroke of fluke intelligence and stupidity, both put together,  coupled with my incessant urge to blurt things in my head out loud, I said something that sounded like

"A sphere is when each point on an object is equidistant to a single point inside the object."

And I am shameless to quote myself. So much for being a megalomaniac. 

Something brings my attention to the word "Sexy". For some very strange reason, the word has gotten a rap on the wrist. But allow me to clear the air about this word. I do so despite knowing that doing so won't make a dent in the universe in terms of people's understanding/perception of the word SEXY. 

Sexy is virility. 

Sexy is wholeness.

Sexy is beauty.

Sexy is curvy. 

Sexy is Irresistible.

Sexy is Aphrodite, and everything that makes one realize that blood is coursing through one's veins. Don't shun the word. It's sacrilege. And NOW is the time to announce that you are sexy. But then again, that's again only if you think so.

DONE!