the imperfection of perfection

The imperfection of perfection


Beauty and blemish go together.

What would have inspired poets if moon would have been spot free?
We love imperfections.

Actors act as if they are acting natural. Hours of practice is tried to be hidden. Practice makes a man perfect. We want perfection to look imperfect as if it is achieved without practice.

A Saudi sheikh pays in millions (a little too much!!), of course to middle men, for a girl who is imperfect in the art for which she is bought.

A girl who gets fresh in the business of street-walking is paid more than she will eventually earn in next five years.

The raw untouched beauty of peaks attracts the tourists. Mountaineers risk there life to reach where no one has been. Virginity attracts all.

A woman is said to be complete once she has become a mother, but once the status of virginity is lost does she becomes a no one in the eyes of same who chased her through out. She has lost her perfect state.

Now which phase should be considered a state of perfection is open to debate.

A man is imperfect or a woman has always been a question through the ages. Going by the body structure it is hard to tell. If nature has taken away from some part it has provided in the other one.

The imperfections are easy to spot.

The joy is in trying, and keep on trying. Once you have reached the state of near perfection you have nothing to be happy about anymore.

Perfection cannot be achieved. Even God cannot be a perfectionist.
Why else do we find handicaps? Why else do we find the homo, lesbi, and eunuchs? Why is there indifference in every sphere of life? God failed to be perfect.

To Err is human, to forgive divine.

But should a human to do god who suffer due to error on god’s part?
If he forgives Him I can understand him to be perfect. Not AMIR KHAN.