From the moment I set eyes on her, I knew she was trouble. But I also knew that I would not be able to resist her charms. It was 2002, I was going through the not so mid life crisis of 'i don't know what i'm doing with my life'. In a bold move, I decided to take a year off from my life to take a few steps back and go back to school. But in the tradition of being a desi, not just any school or course, I went for the grand prize, the Masters.
This woman was unlike anyone I had ever seen before. So bold, determined and out there!
She stood with her waist length blonde hair, carefully placing a cigarette to her lip glossed mouth and inhaling that nicotine like it was the last breath of clean area on earth. She wore the tiniest of tiny tops and tightest of tight jeans that I had ever seen on an volumptuous woman. She had hips, bits and a bust that were strategically placed for all to see. Every part of her screamed out 'i am woman here i come'. She would strut(that's right strut in her 10 inches heels) across campus with a small fan club of young Indian men following her every move. Her name was Pinky*. She was the first Indian woman that I ever met, who embraced and celebrated her gender, beauty and every asset with passion.
Like the bollywood movement that has influenced the youth in India, she was the new wealthy highly educated(with her first degree from London-of course!) and label obssessed generation. Although she was bright, her only focus in life seemed to be finding the 'rich**' husband. There would be endless parties and plans to go to the 'latest and trendy' places where she could sit at the bar, smoke her endless supply of cigarettes and 'sigh' at her glass of red wine. She would complain about her lack of prospects (conveniently neglecting to mention the two men she was dating at the time- Shane and Vikram) and her love for hip n happening-London. Her heart and soul ached for the pace of big bad international city and the celebrity party lifestyle.
Towards the end of our course, everything can to an screeching hault. Vikram and Shane found out about each other and Pinky went underground. Well, not so much underground, stayed locked in at her Docklands apartment painting her nails as she received angry messages from her lovers. There's a saying that 'good things can come from bad experiences', for Pinky, it was a marriage proposal from Vikram.
Eights years later, Vikram and Pinky are happily married and live in London. They travel the world and are regulars on the London 'party' scene.
* Yes it's her real name
** Anyone with citizenship and a job over $100k
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