At any social gathering, rather predictably, given the Indian predilection I used to be the topic of discussion. And now this ‘corruption’ has become a hot favorite. I am used to being discussed and talked about among men. Not by the way of being an erotic symbol but by simply being a necessity. Of all my seductions, the most enticing is my indispensability. Forget Bengal, the entire nation is struggling to come across me. And I continue to be an enigma - teasing, evading and completely disappearing at times. I inspire, I promise, I stun. Yet I remain elusive. A dream.
On a scorching summer night when you return home yearning to rest that aching back on your soft pillow, I can leave you breathless sweating and panting. Asking for more! So what if I am dusky, I am a must after dusk. For a nation obsessed with Bollywood, I am an inescapable nemesis. Imagine yourself on a long drive in my search and a mere glimpse is a refreshing teaser.
So you scratch your head and wonder- why am I so accessible to neta log? In fact, I call them personally and say hello. A phone call and I am available - like fully man! And for free. That I cater to Amar Singh’s basic instincts is known. The fact it is in public domain. But I do not wish to be a politician’s fantasy. I want the attention of the entire nation.
You go to the blessed state of America and you find me all over…In fact I am all over in South East Asia. Why not back home? There is simmering resentment among people. Six decades after freedom and yet I remain elusive? Why? Will the entire nation have to go on a fast- unto-death to have me? Will people have to crawl in their dreams to seek me?
After paying hefty taxes, should I not be available to all? Now that the world has promoted us as an emerging Super Power, I don’t wish to be discussed any more. I simply need to be accessible. A given.
Before you chew me into bits for denigrating women, let me tell you that I am Bipasa – ‘Bi’jli ‘Pa’ni and ‘Sa’dak and not John Abraham’s ex-girlfriend.