The other day I saw the pictures of Iranian fans on the stands when their nation was playing in a soccer game at the recently concluded Asian Cup in Australia. A group of female Iranian spectators were rooting for their country. It did not go unnoticed to me how damn pretty the Iranian girls were. As they were NRIs (Non Residence Iranians) they did not have to cover their heads. Going with the typical male psych when we look at a group of NRI(Non resident Indian) girls we tend to look for a face which is pretty.
Just opposite happened when I was looking into these dozens of Iranian girls. Scouring for a face which is NOT pretty, my hope was belied as I didn't encounter any. Damn, every girl was so beautiful. Sorry, Indian ladies. Our NRI (Non Resident Iranian) counterparts beat you by miles. It's not the proverbial Odia saying "GAAN KANIA SINGHANI NAAKI" or "Country girl, phlegm filled nose". Neither it's the Hindi version of GHAR KI MURGI DAL BARABAR "chicken cooked at own home tastes like lentil". Both meaning, grass looks greener on the other side of the fence. It had to be seen to be vindicated.
A few who had their heads covered were intermittently taking their veil off to cheer and whistle, mostly directed towards their handsome, strapping 6 feeter goalkeeper who was conspicuously their blue eyed boy. Reminded me of this stanza from Kishore Kumar's song,
WOH ACHANAK A GAYEE
YOON NAZAR KE SAMNE
JAISE NIKAL AYEE
GHATA SE CHAAND...transliterated from Hindi (Urdu mixed)
"She suddenly arrives
In front of my eyes;
Bolstering my mood
as moon ventures out of cloud".
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