My first writing reflex was to talk about the truly beautiful girl-child that I see almost everyday on my way to work. She sits with her brother at the corner of the metro station and runs up enthusiastically to the each slowing vehicle. The simplistic needs of childhood replaced by the sheer need to out-survive the others - melancholy, empathetic, and yet beautiful in its own sadistic way. The way each one of us defines what is really is beautiful is as different as Dhoni's ever-changing hairstyle I believe. So, why do we make such a big deal out of it? Why do we have this need to preach to people about what is beautiful and what is not?
If it were up to me, I would rename Beauty and the Beast to Beauty in the Beast! Let's not define, lets not overly complicate, let's not try and point out beautiful things around us and define the how and why of it. Acceptance comes with peace I say - and lets accept that we all have the power to recognize what is beautiful within in each beastly object.
With so many posters and banners around us telling us what's beautiful and what's not - we can be easily brainwashed into believing a highly morphed vision of beauty. Why singularize it? The fact that we are here - we are alive and we are surviving is miraculously beautiful, isn't it?
We have done every possible wrong, we have created havoc - but from stone ages till now, we have survived. There is something beautiful in each one of us, in each individual, in each and every aspect of our overly complicated existence. Like a director's dreamboat - We are the inspiration! We are are the real beauty!