Item Number: The Line in Between

Sunday, October 12, 2008

The Line in Between

When does a lie not remain a lie? Is the act as formidable if committed to save a life?
When does the value of truth increase. Must it be told if it is the beginning of many ends?
Is to cheat your happiness a sacrifice? Would those you love not understand?
Is to accept the forbidden apple a sin, a bigger sin than living incomplete?
Does enduring heartache to save someone tears, bring you closer to god? Will he then make up for the tears you bled?
What if my good, becomes your bad and things turn ugly?
The line in between is far too thin.
Is it possible to always be further this side in than that?
How close do you come before it starts fading away?
How long do you stay before you decide to turn the other way?
While crossing would consequences fill your mind?
Would you still believe the right is what you’re leaving behind?

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About Me

Ok, so I’m 5ft 9, about 139 pounds, big greenish brown eyes, long curvy lashes, a curvier body, soft curly hair and an electrifying smile. This impression exists in my head…and now in yours.

It’s not because what I look like makes me uneasy, but this is the number that I’d like to turn up in, someday.

Hence, the ‘Item Number’. A lot many maybe familiar with the term and all that it implies but for the ignorant read on…

I’ve always associated myself with the term ‘Item Number’ which however until recently was a phrase loosely used in Bollywood to describe a filler, a foreplay before the formidable act, a thesaurus for sleazy dance, an excuse for skin show (not always attractive).

All that is now the past. With cinemas growing sensibilities, the stigma attached to the phrase no longer exists and in fact, is now glorified by a list of A grade celebrities gracing the screen with their special performance, adding glam value to an otherwise submissive script.

However in spite of the recent but growing respect, the meaning of the phrase ‘Item Number’ has never changed for me. An item number is an exhibit out of the ordinary plot line, sometimes provocative yet necessary, it sometimes lends itself to the situation but other times it’s forced. It’s long enough to make you smile, but short enough leaving you longing for more. Sometimes special. Sometimes over the top. But never subtle.

I believe, if we search deep inside, we all yearn to be an item number (yes even you!)

It’s the longing to be special. To be provocative. To be able to tease ones boundaries. To be different. To be the one. To make people sit up and notice.

If only for an hour, if only for a minute or even a second.

When you hear the crowds cheer (even if it’s just in your head), respond to every appreciative/envious glare with a radiating smile from within, when you know the stars are shinning in this moment, only to make you look brighter, and you almost throw your hands up to the universe miming a big ‘Thank You’ that’s when you know you’re an Item Number.