I was reading this book called Couplehood by Paul Reiser and in one of the chapters he writes about how he likes flipping through the Victoria`s Secret catalogue. And he finds it entertaining yet morally satisfying. His only complain is that even after thumbing thro` the catalogue a 100 times, he is yet to know Victoria`s Secret.
But my case is different. In my house, Victoria`s Secret is a secret. The catalogue is wrapped up in an old shirt of mine, which in turn is hidden in an old suitcase, kept in the corner of the storeroom. No, actually…under my cot…hmm… I think it is in the kitchen. (Note: I am trying to miss lead you, so that you cannot blackmail once our opinions start differing).
This was a catalogue gifted to me by a fellow college mate, who after spending six years doing BA Economics, eventually managed to get 36 per cent marks and make it to the World of opportunities. It is another matter that he now has a successful business running and earns at least five times more than I do. For the record, I spent only three years doing BA Economics and passed out with a creditable 74 per cent. Life`s irony huh?
Coming back to the catalogue, I have deep sympathies for these women models. I mean, these models deserve more sympathy than the hungry kids of Somalia (does the country still exist? I don`t see them on the TV anymore!). These models are skinny…God knows when they last ate. If only I was watching a live Victoria`s Secret show and I happened to have a breadcrumb (that, I did not want), I am sure I would have thrown it on the ramp.
Or for matter the clothes they wear. I have seen more clothes on people pulled out of fire accidents. Nobody gifts these models clothes for Navratri or Diwali or Christmas. Everybody thinks, “Why should I gift her a churidhaar, she looks perfectly alright in her whatsitsname…”
Sorry…I am so much moved by the plight of these models that I got sentimental.
Surprisingly, Rekha does not understand the plight of these Victoria`s Secret models. Last time she saw me with the catalogue, I got a nice scolding. “You are now married. It is time you stop all this,” she said. I tried to make her understand that I was only trying to give back to the society what I had got from it. She would not buy my reasoning.
By the way, today evening she plans to burn the catalogue.