small town indian lady seeking rhinoplasty

so i happened to meet this small town lady. she was a neighbour at a friends place where i was bunking in between work stuff. one day in the afternoon when i happen to be home, she walks in hesistantly asking me if i could answer a few questions for her. so i said ok. so she says do you know any thing about plastic surgery in Bombay??

! - no other symbol could explain my reaction better. here was this seemingl simple rajasthani lady come from small town india, who stays at home all day with two little girls and has no friends to speak of - here was this sterotype doing something completely unstreotypical. she was asking me about 'rhinoplasty' and saying she read on the net that nowadays girls in delhi and in bombay are doing this a lot. i have to say i was impressed.

till of course she told me her reasons.

Her neice apparently has a 'bad' nose and isnt getting any proposals despite being qualified working independant etc.. so of course, why not just fix the problem. anything to get her married , money etc no problem. and why not ask the 'bombay girl' for advice? its amazing hwo she compltely missed the irony of it all.

Anyways it was awkward for me. on one hand i kept thinking i should be discouraging her from thinking about surgery and on the other i figured she had a right to know if she wanted to. education never hurt anyone. so i decided that its best to give her all the info so at least she knows the risk.

and then the situation turned a bit. uncomfortably so. she asked me tentaively in slightly hushed tones about breast surgery. now she kept sayins its for some other neice but err one could easily see how the information could be used for her own benefit. well by this time i was kind of expecting this so i just helped her out.. even sent her some links ( yeah she has an email id, she surfs google for info , chats on yahoo with her sisters and soon im sure she willhave a twitter account)
apparently her husband likes women who are well endowed. sighh..

cant help feeling a bit queasy though about the whole thing.

100 years of

one hundred years of darkness later
the sunlight dances on my toes

one hundred years of despair later
i am moving slightly to morning music

one hundred years of scrutiny
& i discover everything is going to be ok

one hundred years of battles later
i am finally home

new blog!

ok i started a new blog

its called http://bornurban.blogspot.com
its about being born and raised in and by the city

please check and let me know what you all think. i got nice
header art also from deviant and a world clock across five cities!
i am very pleased with that one :)

also would like to invite anyone who reads this to
share their own on the blog. if youve got something to write about your city please get in touch and ill put it up with credits.