But every now and then people go that extra mile to remind you that you ARE a freak, you're eight whole inches taller than the average Indian woman, for heaven's sake.
A friend even commented that i seem to have some sort of complex about my height , cause i talk about it a lot. And why not.
As a tall woman, I've begun to expect a few things:
1. Always wear decent shoes, cause the first thing people do, after staring at your neck (which is at the eye level of most men) is scroll down to your feet, in the expectation that you're wearing stilettos.
On a couple of occasions, I've been tempted to scream out to the particularly not-subtle ones-
YES, I REALLY AM THAT TALL. DEAL WITH IT.
2. Prepare to be confronted with inane questions
"How are you so tall?"
or, worse, outrageously off-the-mark guesses as to how tall you really are.
A couple of aunts in Mangalore:
"My, my, you're really tall ,aren't you?"At which point you yell, exasperated:" Um, no. you're off by six inches"
"How tall do you think she is,
3. People will always think the smartest comment to make is
" Your parents are going to find it really difficult to find you a guy, no? Poor
Take your sympathy where its wanted, pliss.
Contrary to popular opinion, my parents aren't treating my impending marriage as the sole purpose of my existence.
Or atleast until lately they weren't.
4. Prepare to have your name 'suggested' by random aunts whenever any tall guy in your 38-member community is looking to get hitched. Annoyingly random, take it from me. Especially when they don't know anything about the 'boy' apart from his height!!!
5. Prepare to be called Amitabh Bachhan by street scum, and be given the demeaning up-down eye scroll along with it.
6. Expect to have your male friends ask you to walk on the other side of the road, cause you make them look bad. No, seriously. This has happened to me.
On other occasions I've been used as a portable scale for all the growing boys in the colony to measure their increasing heights against.
It's not all bad though.
I get to breathe in the local trains. I always got to sit on the last bench in class.
And I look great in a sari! ;)