Grandmothers are fascinating storytellers and so was mine. One of the stories goes about a man whose name was “Veboohuththu”. And mind you, this one is a true story that took place in the golden days when people were naturally beautiful, when cosmetics were out of the picture, when friends were able to spot one another without the mascara heavily blurring your eyesight and when people did not mistook you to a goldfish by seeing the brightness of your lips. In short, this was about a time when beauties were beauties.
Now back to our hero. This particular young man was a very colourful character. People revel being around him, as they know something amusing was bound to bounce out of nowhere. Let me elaborate a bit about his interest in beautiful women. One day a man was passing by one of the houses. Now in this house lives a very beautiful girl. The man saw Veboohuththu standing at the entrance, his sarong stuck in the doorway. He was pleading. Saying out loud the girl’s name. Asking repeatedly for her to let go of his sarong, that he was late for home, that he’ll come back tomorrow night. The passer by who witnessed all this was amazed, he was green with envy. Must have broken his heart, for he now stood in the shoes of the fainthearted.
Now lets magnify the scene once again through the eyes of reality. The girl was nowhere near the entrance. She wasn’t even aware that someone was at her door having a ball. The thing is, now and then Veboohuththu likes to have a visit to the beauties, stand at their doorway, stuck his sarong and play with the mind of onlookers.
One thing is for sure. Even today we come across people like this. Instead of the sarong, they wear jeans. And most significantly they notice that nowadays everyone is beautiful, the more the merrier. And with all the modern facilities available who needs to stand in the doorway.
Preferably please do read this to the end with a light heart because I can assure you that no male species were hurt during the writing of this post and I’m humbly trying to survive in a man’s world.