If you know me personally or have had the pleasure, or displeasure, to follow me on social media, then there are certain things you know about me. I like to write, I like to hate on the Canucks, I’m a sucker for Priyanka Chopra, I like mango everything, and most of all I have a thing for black saris. Don’t get me wrong, by thing I don’t mean I like to put on a sari on my off days and sing, “Tip tip barsaa paani…paani ne aag lagaayi” like this dude (click here to watch). In other words, I’m not a cross-dresser and you are definitely not ready for that jelly.
I owe my fascination and love for girls who wear saris to two moments that changed my life forever. Hash-tag “its that serious.” Of course the culprit of these moments was Bollywood. I mean lets face it, Bollywood is the naala to my pajama that ties my life together. It always has and it probably always will.
The first moment came when I saw the video to Kishore Kumar’s “Ek Ladki Beegi Bhaagi Si.” Okay, I lied. The first time I watched it girls still had cooties. However, years later when I saw it for the second time I was blown away. Black and white picture, middle of nowhere, broke down car, nighttime, heavy rain, beautiful girl stranded, and she’s wearing a sari. Either this is the perfect setting for a scary movie or something else. Luckily it was something else. In comes our hero, a mechanic who is working super late in the middle of nowhere, to the rescue. Not only does he help fix her car, but he also describes her “wet” condition by singing ek ladki beegi baagi si (click here to watch).
You have to keep in mind that back in the day a sari wasn’t just a bra with a transparent fabric wrapped around to leave nothing to the imagination. What made saris sexy back then is what still makes saris sexy today. It is the light fabric and the way it is wrapped so tightly that makes a sari sexy. Elegantly and seductively conforming to a woman’s body, the sari allows you to see every beautiful curve that God blessed women with. The bare navel and back helps too, but unless you are with the rare desi girl that doesn’t let her self go after marriage, it’s not doing too much for you. Hash-tag “I’m dead.”
The second moment came in the form of Kajol in Kuch Kuch Hota Hai. It’s the scene where they are playing charades outside in the evening when all of a sudden it starts raining, and our hero and heroine have no choice but to escape under a gazebo and dance (click here to watch). By the way, Kajol is in a maroon sari that is drenched at this point. Our hero is none other than my boy, Mr. King Khan himself, so you know I was vicariously living through him in that moment. I felt the love between them and Kajol being in a sari just enhanced that feeling. The way the sari was draped, her wet hair, and her bare navel were to die for and I was sprung. Sometimes I wonder if I associate saris with deep love, but then I realize I have other things to wonder about, such as how much more lachi do I need to put in chaa if I’m making it for five more people. Anyway, since witnessing this scene I have not found a dress sexier than a sari.
In both of these scenes the girl wasn’t wearing a black sari, so why the love for black saris? It’s simple. Black is my favorite color. And you know what they say, once you go black you can’t go back. Although, I mean it in a totally different way here. Of course you knew that. No matter if you are white, pink, green, blue, black, yellow, brown, or sona rangiye, a black sari will do you justice.
One thing that both of these scenes have in common, besides saris and the nighttime, is the rain. There is something so positively sexual about saris in the rain. It might be the wet hair, the increased transparency of fabrics, or maybe just my imagination. But a girl in a sari under falling raindrops is everything that’s good about this world. In fact, just check out the video of Tum Hi Ho (click here to watch), you will understand what I’m failing to express. A woman does not get any sexier than Shraddha Kapoor in this video.
It’s that simple ladies. Put on a sari and watch your man want you more than cha and Parle-G biscuits. Of course I know girls, including some of my exes, who hate the rain because ohhh emmm geee it ruins their hair and makeup. This probably explains why they are my exes. Most guys don’t need to know how many acres of jameen your dad has, what your blood type is, or whether you post a picture on Instagram saying, “Day 443, off to the gym. #Gains #GetFit #ImSexy #FollowMe #VegasBody #TeamTwerk.” We just need you to wear a sari and if it happens to rain then be a good sport. I promise your hair will still be there tomorrow, but that rainy, nighttime, beautiful moment with you in sari with your man might not. And you rather sari, not sorry.
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