You can run into beauty in most unexpected ways. I was at the Vidhan-Bhavan (state Assembly building) the other day. Congress MLA were to meet there, to elect the chief minister.
The building sucks. For one, the design is extremely dreary. I guess most buildings of the 60s are like that. There is no beauty, they look like concrete cakes in different geometrical shapes. Vidhan Bhavan also sucks because of the people who inhabit it: legislators and bureaucrats.
I was terribly bored. The meeting was underway, press wasn't allowed inside. What to do? I stepped into the circular outer corridor. And for the first time I took in (I've been to Vidhan Bhavan before this) the wallpapers lining it.
Wallpapers bear photographs of Ajanta - Ellora paintings and sculptures. One sculpture has a god -- Shiva, perhaps -- and his consort. The consort has wonderfully shaped breasts -- bare. God's hand goes around her back, and touches the rim of the breast gently.
Oh the erotic beauty of it! What were those times like when they could celebrate the nude beauty so openly? And do the current tenants of the building ever notice it?
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