Pretty


Pretty is what every girl yearns to be called.

Pretty is what every girl dreams of.

Pretty is what every girl aspires to.

And yet once you reach it, pretty is every girls undoing.

Until you touch pretty you are more, so much more than just pretty. You are strong, brave, successful, healthy, special,…. and yet you seek to run after that ever elusive prettiness. You look for it in the faces of those already christened pretty, in the cosmetics section of supermarkets, in salons and parlours around the city, in clothing stores at the mall, in age-old secrets from your mum and everyday in front of the mirror in your room. You look for pretty as you pout, as you search for ‘the dress’ for the party, in the exact shade of mauve,…. and you look and you look and you look some more until you find it.

And finally, OH FINALLY!!, when you have conquered your Everest, when you have gained entry into that blessed clique, when you believe you finally have the world where you want it, in your grasp, Alas! All you have managed is to fetter yourself to the chains of prettiness. From that moment forth, you are destined to forever remain in the grasp of pretty. For all else will cease to exist as you try to remain pretty. Not to others but to you. Because once you are pretty, you cannot suffer to be anything less than pretty. What started as a tag begins to define you and ultimately becomes you.

You see, being called pretty doesn’t suffice. Oh no! It’s not the end, it’s just the beginning! The fact that you touched upon that ephemeral quality once is a sign that you can achieve the feat again and you must. That’s a given of course! Why you ask? For the high, you silly boy! That moment when those two golden syllables are let loose, you are a slave to that momentary feeling of world domination, of being able to get anything you want, of total and complete control. Alas! My foolish child! How young and naïve you are! The world has played a cruel joke on you and you have misconstrued it to be reality. And hence, this irrational pursuit of a mere fleeting moment.

And now that you have been inducted into the hall of the hallowed, you are determined to stay there. You want everyone to recognise that you are finally where you belong, among your equals. And oh! the depths and lengths that you will scale to prove it so. Many a happy moment will you forego and forsake just to hear that cursed word again. You shall become like the queen, a prisoner of the mirror and until you find a way to break the spell, chained shall you stay. And much like the queen, you shall despise and detest anything that gets in the way of your foolish prettiness. And much like the queen shall you be despised and shunned. So much for being loved and admired!

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Manasa Manjunath

Automotive engineering master student from India who has a LITTLE TOO MANY interests in life. I'm not the most knowledgeable person out there but I do have an opinion about things. They need not be right but at least I'm my own person. My areas of interest range from fashion to food and literature to automobiles. I enjoy reading as much I enjoy trekking, traveling and working with cars. I love music but can't sing to save my life. I enjoy theater and have a keen interest in architecture, art, history and how they all come together. Always interested in trying new things and meeting new people. Most important part of my person you ask? Potterhead, Bangalorean and proud!

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