It was the perfect time for seductresses in bikinis and tassels hanging on the backs. He was busy counting the hands, the legs that splashed the water at the beach and ran to the lucky ones who looked lustily at the curves. The background score very well could be “Samundar mein naha ke, aur bhi…..”
I was discounted because I was his sister who sat beside him all at 14 years of age giving him moral support on a family beach holiday. Bro, a young boy in his late teens, wondered why he couldn’t have a girlfriend.
“I just want a normal one. You know decent, a little curvy perhaps and may be who looks like Raveena Tandon ”, he said while looking at the hot bods.
“Yeah, right!” I said with a suppressed smile.
Seeing the pensive look on his face I thought of trying to be on his side, a difficult one but doable, “You will get someone good, Bro”. I said this trying to ignore his shabby locks and a prickly face with the ‘growing and not so growing’ stubble that seemed he hadn’t seen the face of the soap and water together for ages.
Two girls frolicked past the breezy recliners we were sprawled on. “How about a swim, ladies”, he suddenly got up from his chair and asked them.
“Ewww”, I heard one murmur under her breath. “We have got to rush” and off they went back to sun and sand.
“Someday they will understand the gold of my heart. Someday one girl will run to me”. He said while leaning back on the recliner.
I almost doubled up in laughter and then I said something that only a sister can get away with, “Yeah, cursing her fate to meet a stalker like you. Now stop dreaming okay!”
He looked at me with drooping eyes and pressed lips and I sighed. “Alright! When was the last time you looked at yourself in the mirror?”
“Every day lil sis! I look hot, ain’t I!” he grinned.
“Which planet do you live on? In my world it is called SHABBY in capitals”, my eyes and face deeply contorted in disbelief.
“Hey, I look manly in this scruffy look.”
“And then you wonder why no girls look at you. Hah! Go figure out Mr. Man. I mean have you ever touched your face? These whiskers can easily send someone to hospital. You look like a mini porcupine.” Did I tell you I am at my nasty best with my brother?
“What?” He jumped off his seat. “I don’t want to talk to you.” He got up and started moving back to the cottage. While walking back, he put his hand on his face trying to feel his chin and immediately recoiled. I think this time while touching his stubble he decided to be in his future girlfriend’s shoes, oops stilettos. The manhood fizzled out and for the first and probably the last time he agreed to agree with me without admitting of course.
I didn’t see much of him till the evening as I got busy watching the hunks and doing the girly shopping. While visiting the washroom, I saw a macho Gillette shaver lying on the glass shelf and instantly knew this was it(that was the best one even in those days). He emerged out of his self-imposed exile for the dinner with combed locks and scrubbed, smoothened face smelling of a nice after shave.
The strike hit home quite clearly.
No, he didn’t get lucky on the holiday but sure managed to not creep out the girls and got few to look at him like a man too. Now that’s what you call hitting a treasure trove.