Long back I had been to Bombay. I should have been about 35 years old then. As my auto from the railway station stopped at a signal, I saw a Eunuch standing at the pavement. It was 2 PM and the heat was sweltering. Even in such hot weather, she made a style statement. Dressed in a glittering blue sequins saree, with matching ear rings, necklace, bangles and rings, she had adorned her hair with fresh seasonal flowers.
She was more feminine than most females. I wondered what drove these people to dress in female attire with such commitment.
The next time I came across a group of 5 eunuchs who boarded a train, and collected money from all passengers, by clapping hands. I was with my family and jovially commented to my wife who is yet to find the perfect tailor for her blouses: "These girls are wearing excellent blouses. Why don't you ask them who their tailor is?'
Once I had gone to a hotel to look up a conference hall, for a training program. When I went to check on the hall, a Eunuch conference was going on there. As I got into the lift to come to the lobby, I noticed an extremely pretty girl in the elevator.
Glamorous in a plain sunset yellow saree, maroon lipstick on cute lips, bindi and sindoor on the forehead, she shot me a glance with the corner of her doe eyes, smeared with black kaajal. She smiled and just as my testosterone levels were rising, said to the lift operator, " 2nd floor please, " in a voice as manly and gravelly as Amitabh Bachan. OMG I realized , it is a He.
Once again during a train travel, this time alone, one more Eunuch boarded the train, and was touching the men to extract money from them. The idea that I might be touched was repulsive, and I cringed near the window, far from her reach. She approached our berth, and did not even bother to look at an elderly person like me, as there was a very handsome, young man next to me. He was brave and no amount of effort by the Eunuch to seduce him off his money worked. She shot him a spiteful look, and left.
An elderly passenger opposite me commented, " Even Eunuchs prefer young men."
I laughed out loud. I was happy I was not young.
Years later, as I was travelling to home by bus, I saw a Eunuch seated in men's seat and was happily talking to her friend over the cell for almost an hour, as the bus slowly inched its way in the evening traffic. Then, I understood, they too were pretty much the same, like all of us. Only they were luckier. No school, no office, no exams, no boss. Free birds. And they are now willing to trade it all to come into the main stream.So sad.
She was more feminine than most females. I wondered what drove these people to dress in female attire with such commitment.
The next time I came across a group of 5 eunuchs who boarded a train, and collected money from all passengers, by clapping hands. I was with my family and jovially commented to my wife who is yet to find the perfect tailor for her blouses: "These girls are wearing excellent blouses. Why don't you ask them who their tailor is?'
Once I had gone to a hotel to look up a conference hall, for a training program. When I went to check on the hall, a Eunuch conference was going on there. As I got into the lift to come to the lobby, I noticed an extremely pretty girl in the elevator.
Glamorous in a plain sunset yellow saree, maroon lipstick on cute lips, bindi and sindoor on the forehead, she shot me a glance with the corner of her doe eyes, smeared with black kaajal. She smiled and just as my testosterone levels were rising, said to the lift operator, " 2nd floor please, " in a voice as manly and gravelly as Amitabh Bachan. OMG I realized , it is a He.
Once again during a train travel, this time alone, one more Eunuch boarded the train, and was touching the men to extract money from them. The idea that I might be touched was repulsive, and I cringed near the window, far from her reach. She approached our berth, and did not even bother to look at an elderly person like me, as there was a very handsome, young man next to me. He was brave and no amount of effort by the Eunuch to seduce him off his money worked. She shot him a spiteful look, and left.
An elderly passenger opposite me commented, " Even Eunuchs prefer young men."
I laughed out loud. I was happy I was not young.
Years later, as I was travelling to home by bus, I saw a Eunuch seated in men's seat and was happily talking to her friend over the cell for almost an hour, as the bus slowly inched its way in the evening traffic. Then, I understood, they too were pretty much the same, like all of us. Only they were luckier. No school, no office, no exams, no boss. Free birds. And they are now willing to trade it all to come into the main stream.So sad.
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