Not everyone gets to grow up with a long nose, unless of course it is right on your own face!
It is a unique feeling when most of the times you are nothing but the girl with the long nose.
At family gatherings, you are everybody’s punching bag, for jokes like your turning to call them with a nudge with your nose, makes you think that you actually have a trunk , or do I really?! I wondered.
In my childhood innocence, I dreamed of growing up to earn enough to trim mine. A nose pin to distract the general public from looking too closely at the splendor of my long nose is still an idea that keeps coming to the mind.
There are times when I felt as if my long nose traveled faster than I did in its name and fame and form.
It had some fans, some times it fanned jealousies, but mostly it evoked mild ridicule.
Imagine being called out in your college for having a long nose! That was terrible.
Luckily there were many in my family that suffered from the same ‘malady’ that we could actually be called collectively the ‘long nose people’.
Within the family though we secretly declared that it was a sign of intelligence and substantiated this finding with proof from public life to give ourselves the confidence to carry it around.
It is true that in winters, my nose tip is the polar region facing blazing snow storms and freezing to death while other parts of me could be in different temperate zones!
Well, once though at a wedding in Varandharapilly in Kerala when all others could easily gulp the delicious payasam from their steel tumblers, I struggled to get one drop to my mouth as the nose, the tip of the nose pretty much blocked my vision and the access to the sweetmeat!
Often a frothy drink would hit my nose even before I get to taste it. My cherry colored or coffee tinged nose is the cause of a laughter riot for my daughter that I sometimes let it be.
Life’s twists and turns however, took me far away from the mundane worries of the ‘nose’ and presented to me far greater challenges, that in the course of time, I have not only learned to live with my nose, accept its inevitable presence in my life but also eclipse its importance with suitably padding the cheeks and the jawline with enough fat that the poor nose is losing its prominence on my facial landscape!
Well! all this thought triggered by the ‘nosies’ being posted by a distant member of my sisterhood, of restoring the pride of owning a long nose!
Let the movement begin!
Let us restore our lost pride in our own nose
And you….don’t poke your nose into others affairs!