Of beauty minus brains.

Can already hear my male counterparts screaming “who cares about brains anyway?”
And thus enters the new hottie to work. Pats an eyelid and all eyes forget to even blink. Flashes her much practiced smile and all of a sudden sunshine arrives at my office. Even the biggest sulk seems happy. She is the only one to leave sharp at 6 and the only one permitted to come late. But she’s the reason behind the broadest grin on the bosses face. The motivation behind the general well-being of all the male colleagues, so what if she goofs up in briefs or fails to meet the allotted targets? All that matters is that she exists. And a souvenir of her presence, every 3 months she’s the only one to get an increment.
While we, the not so lucky ones console our hearts and scream out loud, “mera number kab aayega”.
Actually men are right, “who cares about the grey matter anyway?” Just keep looking gorgeous if not inherited then go for a series of surgery to look your best aka Rakhi or Shilpa style. And let people declare that you’ve arrived.