Let’s talk about my looks. You see I don’t think I look particularly beautiful, no I really don’t. I don’t even think I look particularly attractive. I believe I have the sort of face that one forgets easily and combined with my dressing, I am one that can easily blend in the crowd. But I do know this – I have a hearty laugh, one that comes from the pit of my stomach and no put-on about that. I also have a sort of sexy vibe about me, I can easily detect if someone is attracted towards me and I know how to play with that feeling. Well that’s about it.
Now coming to the case in point – This week I was at my MBA alumni meet and we had a rapid fire networking hour. You are given five minutes to introduce yourself to your fellow alumnus and vice versa. At the end of five minutes the organiser rings a bell and you are to move on to the next person. While I was trying to put my best smile, behaviour and what not forward, I noticed that there was a professional photographer trying to take pictures of the event. All went fine till a lady approached me. This said lady wanted to know whether they could interview me about my MBA experience; sure why not I said. What I had not expected was that it was being recorded on camera. Now with my bare make-up face and really simple dressing, I wasn’t comfortable with it, but went along with the idea. The lady was quite thrilled that I had agreed to the Q&A session. I mean to be on the MBA DVD brochure of Imperial College would be wow. There was however a question that gave me a bit of heartache and if I had to rewind the day I would have given a different answer.
One of the questions was about my nationality. Believe I was really stuck at this – was I British or Indian? Not that in the greater scheme of things this makes any difference. I have a thing about lying, so I blurted out British. But the second I said it, I knew I had said the wrong thing. Remember I was being filmed and did not have any time to think over my answers. I know now, if I am ever asked this question again – unless I have to fill up some forms, I would always remain an Indian. Not sure why I have a thing about nationality, I am not particularly patriotic or something like that, but I just can’t accept the fact that I had to give up my Indian nationality to be British. And this is one of the reasons that I still retain my Indian passport – illegal, I know.
Anyway back to the event day. After the Q&A session, the photographer from the event approached me for some photographs. She made me pose against a white wall and while taking pictures mentioned that I was selected because I had a beautiful smile. Though deep in my heart I was bursting with pride, all I could muster as a reply was “Yeah Sure”, to which the photographer said “No really, I am the one who hand-picked you for the lady.”
You all can well imagine how my evening went – right? I returned home pretty late – about 10ish. But all the while in the tube from South Ken to Southall and after – I had a spring in my step and a smile on face.
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