MRS. MEETY'S BRA AND PANTIES

Along the Mysore-Bangalore Highway, there is hardly a signboard or billboard in English which is not tarred in black by the Kannada chauvinists. There is an exception to this. It's an ad for a lingerie store. It reads 'Mrs. Meety's Bra and Panties'.

No one has dared to interfere with that board. Come to think of it, no one has ever questioned the display on lingerie stores. Pictures, mannequins, half mannequins or just busts are proudly displayed outside. Kids, grandpas' and men whose marriage anniversary has crossed seven years, all take a long loving look at it. It symbolizes Paradise Lost. The women of course, frown upon the men, as they walk into these stores.

One of the most famous lingerie stores in Mysore is located right in front of a temple. Another well known brand is located in the vicinity of a girl's college. They all have Mrs. Meety's collection. Victoria's secret is no longer a secret. The lingerie business is booming. And Mrs. Meety is the Queenbee.

No one knows who Mrs. Meety is. Or was it a spelling mistake, supposed to read 'Meaty'. But she seems to design some of the best, sexiest, lacy and racy lingerie ever know to women, and men. The men are more than happy to foot the bill. Marriage is the price you pay for free sex, goes the saying. Mrs. Meety seems to have made this her business mantra. She knows what works and what doesn't, both in the store and in between the sheets.

I wonder, what does Mrs.Meety's husband think of all this? Does he approve of her profession? Or has she kept it a secret, leading a double life of sorts? Where did she get the inspiration to start this? What is her real name? What does she look like? Angelina or Ugly Betty? 

Her real identity remains a secret. Yet, she has been a beacon of inspiration for thousands of women. She has given them self respect, identity and a reason to be proud of their sexuality. Whether you've hit menopause or your assets are going South, you need not be ashamed. Mrs. Meety is your soul friend.

Maybe its better that we never know her identity. Heroes, or Heroine in this case, are worshiped because we hardly know anything about them, and they know everything about us. Three cheers to you Mrs. Meety!