Sometimes I write about a topic that to many may seem outlandish. However, I don’t want to be offended and would vehemently deny the accusation of racism even though I have affairs and loved only fair-skinned women and girls. Now I am going to touch half a century of life and yet I will feel as fit as when I was 25 years old. I play golf, ride horses, and drive my BMW and Ford Mustang. I alternate between Mumbai, United Arab Emirates and Singapore while running one of the major multinationals in this part of the world. I also write and believe almost 10,000 posts on the web on at least 50 sites, some closed, some inactive, and some active.
I have served in the Air Force before and that has been my gateway to the world of women. Girls and women have been fascinated with meeting a man who flies planes at Mach 2.5+ and that adds to the aura of mystery in life for them.
Beautiful girls and life
Outside of India, Russian and American girls with many from Eastern Europe have been a part of my life. I remember on my first visit to the US I would ultimately prefer a pure white blonde girl to a black NCO. There is nothing racist about it, but my choice was the blonde blonde and that led to a fun adventure, for which I received a reprimand for sleeping with a noncommissioned officer. You cannot break the division between officers and men in the army. But I have no explanation for it. But my benefactor, old Foggier, was behind me.
Twenty-seven visits to Russia and Eastern Europe were some of the most exciting periods of my life. I had some beautiful golden Russian girls as dates and partners. It was common among Indian officers and I know of at least two colleagues who resigned to marry and live in Russia. Russia is great, but its women are simply the fairest of all.
The fair factor
White American women have also been a part of my life and the last romance with a young blonde American doctor was the most serious of them, even though she was 20 years younger. There have been fleeting adventures everywhere. Previously, at least two extremely righteous Tamil Brahmin girls from Chennai were my simply unforgettable source of inspiration, but I have no regrets.
I remember at a dance when I was a junior junior, I waited to dance with the most beautiful girl until I had my chance and took her to the land of love. Yes, also the brunette girls who looked at my Air Force emblem wanted to dance. I danced, yes, but my preference was for the light-skinned Brahmin girl. I win.
Last word
These are just a few stray thoughts from my journal. I remember Nirad Choudhary wrote Autobiography of an Unknown Indian and rose to fame. Maybe it’s time I wrote something similar and put my thoughts on beautiful women, guns, and airplanes on paper. I have a confession, beautiful blonde women remind me of them with a snake, I don’t know if there is a connection