What maketh a human?

So it is yet another run, my personal competitive run #35 since I took the plunge into my first run in 2009. This time around it is the Adidas King of the Road 16.8km run, third time running. As  I was running along the mammoth monolithic man-made structures amidst the mixed affluent and the not so affluent part of the suburbia, I realized that nothing about the race had changed. The wannabe runners with their 'gaya muthusamy' way of branded dressing and gizmos filled to the brim, heart monitors, sweat head band, logo flashing florescent compression suits, Gel Kinsei (the Bentley of the running shoes) etcetera, etcetera. Even the loud mouthed hooligans with nonsensical hurls and catcalls at the the 15km mark were there this time around. Only this time around, they had gotten their stereophonic bass beating high trebled high fidelity systems to complement their rowdy act!

Also in saree

So there was nothing new, it was just same old, same old... And as I was running and thinking what to write about the run, it came to me. Why not write about the dressing of some of the participants, I asked myself?

In saree

Some dress to flaunt, some want to flaunt but cannot due to certain social and cultural restrictions. Some flaunt anyway (because they can and they want to) whilst others modify their dressing to flaunt the law to be acceptable and to cover the restricted taboo zones.
Like they say, sarees are worn by people like Mother Theresa and sarees are worn by sex workers in the most remote area of India. What may the difference, the modesty versus the alluring inner desires? It is the composite act of carrying oneself and speech that complement the whole package, is it not?
So, I chuckle to myself and ask myself why all the effort to colour code, to enhance the contour and leave none to imagination and let it all go to waste? Just a thought whilst I continue the run....