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Jan. 17, 2007 The most beautiful woman I have ever met was named Bharti Ahuja. Bharti and her husband, Madhu Ahuja, hailed from Mumbai (Bombay), the great world city in the Indian state of Maharashtri. Their native language was Marathi, but they spoke English perfectly, if with the familiar Indian accent. I wouldn't be surprised if they spoke Hindi and some other Indian languages as well. Educated Indians are almost all polyglots. Madhu was an engineer who worked for a prestigious engineering firm in downtown Chicago, but I'm sure that his position was relatively low, inasmuch as, when I met him, he had been in the country only a year or so. Madhu was the friend of Vasant Sulkar, another Indian who worked in the same engineering office where I worked, in a structural steel fabrication plant in suburban Chicago. My wife and I invited Vasant and his wife, Usha Sulkar, for dinner at our apartment. Later, they reciprocated, and when we dined at their place, Madhu and Bharti were there. Over the next two or three years, we all visited often and became friends. I always got along better with foreigners than with Americans. Bharti was absolutely gorgeous, entirely and completely on a par with Aishwarya Rai, or any other Indian or non-Indian actress. She was small though, no more than about 5'-3", and probably weighed barely 100 pounds. She always wore silken saris embroidered in silver and gold, and though her raven black hair probably hung to her waist, she generally wore it coiled gracefully upon her goddess-like head. Her skin was of a very deep, dark brown, darker than sandalwood, not quite as dark as coffee, more like cinnamon. The features of her face, and her hands and fingers were exquisitely shaped and her every little movement was made with consummate grace. Her sari hid the details of her figure, but one could see that she had a lithe, beautiful body, with an enchanting bosom. Usha was equal in height to Bharti, and maybe slightly heavier. She too always wore expensive saris. But her appearance was only mediocre. For one thing it looked as if she may have had acne as a teenager. No one would have described Usha as beautiful, though she surely wasn't ugly. Bharti's husband was very handsome, but not as good-looking as Bharti. No one is that good-looking. Vasant's looks were so-so, and he was too small. In the course of our friendship, we learned that their marriages had been arranged by their parents. The parents were all well-to-do Indians who considered only the economic aspects of a possible match. Their slogan was, "Love will come." We were told that most Indians in their class looked down on "love marriages". Anyway, Bharti's physical beauty was not exactly the reflection of the inner woman. She and Madhu seemed to dislike each other intensely. I cannot imagine what possible grounds there can have been for their antipathy; I'm sure that both were 100% faithful. But whenever we got together for an evening, Bharti, who was generally friendly, cheerful and articulate, always made two or three cutting remarks about Madhu in his presence, remarks of the kind that made me look the other way so that I would not see the embarrassment in his eyes. Usha, on the other hand, seemed to dote on Vasant. She seemed to be right proud of him and radiated with obvious personal satisfaction in their marriage. By the last time I saw them I had already decided that Usha was a far better, more desirable wife than Bharti. It's just too bad the world's not as it should be. If only all women could look like Bharti and behave like Usha! ------------ About the author Thomas Keyes: I have written two books: A SOJOURN IN ASIA (non-fiction) and A TALE OF UNG (fiction), neither published so far. I have studied languages for years and traveled extensively on five continents. Email: udikeyes@yahoo.com Comment on this article here! ------------ All articles are EXCLUSIVE to Useless-Knowledge.com and are not allowed to be posted on other websites. ARTICLE THIEVES WILL BE PROSECUTED! |
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