“I could never make heads turn”, and I never rued for not being the #object of desire.

People around me could never gather enough courage to say that they never found anything attractive in me, but somehow I knew. I am no freak and I had no great looks, at least not good enough to be an object of desire. I just couldn’t make heads turn..!!

I was the one who desired rather than be the one who was desired.

Still, it’s taken some getting used to.

“Don't be pushed around by the fears in your mind. Be led by the dreams in your heart.”  ― Roy T. Bennett

I would be lying if I were to say that I didn’t miss the thrill of being wanted. The subtle pleasure of acquiescence to somebody’s needs, the opportunity to say ‘yes’ instead of being asked,  ‘would you’?

The other day, a man -friend of a friend, distantly acquainted sat next to me in a local coffee shop. I could never figure out this day why he said what he said a little while later in a low voice leaning across. “I can never make out, if it’s the academics that make everything desirable or if it takes sensuality out of everything”. He held my gaze after he’s done. It occurred to me that he was mocking me. Not giving up…so I smile and say, “It’s probably a little bit of both” and lean in for just a moment. The sparkle in his eye bemused me... the way he took a jibe at me. Then I lean away again and say, “But it’s’ probably more of the former, because I am married, happily so and gotten everything I want from this happenstance.”

I felt uncomfortable for quite some time … It scared me. Are we so free to say about things that are so unshakeable part of how we are to ourselves?

Today, though it’s a relief. I have seen people hide the truth of their aging over their lives, chasing the desires and fantasies that I have neither had the time nor the inclination for. This is my body and I live in it more happily than I would endure the awful things I’d need to do to make it appear young again.

That the years weigh heavily on me, is because they were good years lived well and I have no intention to bid farewell to good things that lit up my sky today.

I wonder what makes us yearn so fervently to be desired, to wear a mesmerizing charm that could change moods and make heads turn. What stokes the fear of ‘being left behind’ that would otherwise carve  an emotional wreck of us ? Is there a way out?

Slight Smiles, Head Tilts, tousled hair: what this ‘allure’ is all about!

When it comes to beguiling , your looks could make you incredibly appealing even if for a short while. But deep down, we all are attracted more to carriage than other elements.

Humans are not as mysterious as they think. We have fairly expressive facial and body language cues to reveal our inner thoughts. Smile amongst them serves best in firing the attraction even though it is not a definite facial cue.

The truth behind attraction rings differently for different people. I have always regarded it as a kind of invention. I think of it as an irresistible force to which we usually are so much in thrall that we ignore it's power to limit our choices. When we desire for someone, this all consuming feeling turns overwhelming. And when we become icons of attraction, we begin to fulfill all those slush fantasies.

Maybe... this is how it is meant to be. An overwhelming desire for another person stemming from a good deal of great looks!!

It’s hard to believe in crush at first sight,  but I do believe in desire at first sight and I also believe that the knowledge of “how to look attractive “has the highest regard and selling price tagged to it these days.

The inevitable business of finding happiness begins right here, something that is so hard to come by that we just couldn’t find it once for all and keep it safe in our pockets! Weirdly, as we chase it in seemingly brighter spots outside of us, describing happiness has turned complicated and experiencing it even more expensive.

Searching  for answers in happiness sales

The world is changing and so are we…looking for honest answers to how to be a head turner!!

I am not getting into details of the trillions of monies spent in selling happiness, but isn’t it true that every year with an increase in happiness sales (beauty products, luxury possessions, marquee outfits), the incidences of mental health concerns are only rising?

I find that our biggest mistake is that we have come to commercialize the path to happiness. From buying confidence swelling beauty products to selling vacuum cleaners to a happy family, all are there with the sole purpose to catch an eye and externalize happiness.

The joke is on us. It exists for free and not far, within each one of us. Haven’t we overrated our sense of happiness? Aren’t there so many other emotions to embrace besides this blind hunt to look great?

It could be the very cause of unhappiness!

I looked beyond grudges

My woes would have had lived on if I were to keep raking myself with this one single thought. What could possibly be wrong with me? Why people do not find me attractive enough to be desirable? Instead I chose not to shoot myself in the feet and  went about living a life aging gracefully and chasing desires and pursuits I never would have thought to be such a joy...the thrill of wanting myself...the joy of yielding to somebody’s needs.

Beyond the man made myth of finding joys in unseen lands, I realize that I am actually happier today for having struck fascination to myself.

It all adds up. Being okay with both the troughs and crests and not demanding highs alone, is all about growing subtly in life. I withdrew from this mindless chase ‘to be wanted’- one out of a hundreds of emotions, glamorized and boldly coveted. I probably saved myself from pitching into dark depths of depression, anxiety and other inconsolable personal and social challenges.

Believe me, we cannot be happy “at all times”. That would be a manic behavior. But once you realize that it’s not in the looks but in the 'meaning' we put to it that we find or miss this amazing emotion. The more we see it in “what we have” and appreciate “what is”, the easier it is to find it.

After all, I have succeeded in hoodwinking my identity crisis!!