picture perfect

one of the side-effects of visiting a town like cannes is that your inferiority complex resurfaces. and remains. beautiful faces, perfect figures, fashionable dresses, shoes and accessories. even beautiful dogs yar. it seemes God had hand-picked people and the people had hand-picked their clothes. everything was beautiful. the bus driver was a looker. the workers dismantling a stage after a party were good-looking. a look at their bare backs, burnt bronze by the sun and sculpted by workout, left me gaping. i sat at the bus stop for an hour just looking at everyone passing by. from the kids skating away to the grandmother on a walk, it seemed they had walked out of a catalogue.
what decides how good you will look? genes dont. among siblings you will find beauty and the beast. what is that one factor which makes god say, she will be born beautiful. this is one code that i want to crack.
beautiful people have so much advantage. for one, they can wear whatever they feel like. since you cannot take your eyes off their face, you will not lok at their clothes. unless you are vidya balan. so whatever they wear seems to be in fashion. as a kid growing up in patna, my cousin visiting from pune would bring along with her the latest fashion trends. and they would stay put until her next visit. i do not have to mention how beautiful she was.
i wont be cruel to myself. two men have always complemented me on my beauty. one is my dad. and the other is vikas. that too when he is egged on by alcohol.