The heights of height!

After ransacking places.....and observing people [girls] everywhere...for modelling........ I wonder.......

why did God gave me a 5'6" height when it has always been an embarassement for me.......

while in school...... I was always made to sit on the last bench,although I never wanted to.

Every time we had class photo clicked, I was made to stand in the row where the girls line ended and the boys line with the shortest boy besides me started...

people considered me "more grownup and aged than the kids of my age.

While buying dresses on every birthday, shopkeeper would give free advice, 'bitiya ko frock"silwa" dijiye na, ab sirf inke naap ka dress kahan se layen humlog!'

In teen years, I would outgrow all dresses,shoes, so fast,that nothing seemed to be static...I started believing , 'how unstatic everything in this world is!' So, I never felt attached deeply to something or someone.Gelling up still takes time,for me.

little grown up...nearly till the present age, I regretted when people in the 'Bazaar'or any social place would turn back and notice me, and that too in my own hometown.

Relatives would comment, "Dilli ja ke ekdum badal gayi hai, smartness aa gayi hai ladki me" and I would feel,as if I were from a zoo,where animals are kept so that people can come and comment.


Prodigies lied ahead: someone told me a very nice answer to all this..."you cannot anticipate a truck body working effeciently on a scooter's wheel.So its quitessential to have a larger frame .wow what a defence!



thats what I have a large frame with a squarish-rounded face and no such extra oodles of weight, everything is propotionate.


but what an irony! I've to look for models with nearly perfect shape. I hate this. But vanity no prodigies!!!!!!!!!I have to grasp it.