Popular, Affluent, Gorgeous, Egalitarian 3

a.k.a Page 3, a.k.a Who's Who (Come on ppleeasseee !!!) - the collective set of people, dismembered from the social fabric encompassing the everyday man by the third estate. Marvelling themselves as the superior creatures of all carnal creation, they fill up the newsprint and the television times of ours with their spanky cars and fancy parties. Hey, I have some news for you Page 3s - Go spend the time jacking off at home than wasting my newsprint.

Let me play Linnaeus, the taxonomist, for a while in order to put you down into species.

First, foremost and definitely not my favorite, Richwifus Horridus - the rattle snake who bit the right man and at the right moment. Blowing 'his'(lovelorn husband's) money on their whims and putting up a farce show to high school chums; that its the unprecendented charm of theirs that took them places. You live life out of a glasscase which you don't even own, rhetorically speaking. Apparently, nothing in this world escapes their intellect and thou's art skills exceed Michelangelo. Destiny, inebriated, has really touched your breast and fondled it.

Secondly, Easycoma Bonasus - the bison/bull who dared the success machine and beat it to pulp. Only, sucess which sways at their feet is apocryphal and factually, should have bedded some other person. Best of the lot in terms of talent but polarised in view and tastes. Avoidable at the party circuit but very important else where. The seminal quality that they possess is they envisage themselves as Jupiter, Mars, Saturn and Venus- not the heavenly bodies but the bodies of heaven - Gods. Subspecies include entertainers, artists, filmstars, TV stars (Whew!!! Its sad that I have to mention them), sportspersons, etc.

Thirdly, Artgallus Ontidate - the most cambric, capricious congregation of chameleons, whose art and social skills are nothing inferior in rank to Himalayas, but whose yardstick of being happening is to be seen around these places. They are 'have beens' and need the publicity for their own betterment. Being in the locus of theirs is very interesting - whether its the lap or the loquacious skills.

Finally, Sephia Hircus - the beautiful strangers, goats, usually on invitation or hired by the desperate host to make tongues wag. They are the wannabes who color the party brown, green, red and all the other colors. Cocktail hogging, pelvis displaying, nonsense mongering - are the primary job of these downtrodden species. Pull a string and all of these fall like nine pins. A very nice company for a nice evening, these are the people whose faces are embossed alongside the Ritchie Riches in the newspapers. (The author fancies their company but is not sure of the long lasting effects)

Great to know you all but how does my life change in anyway, if I get to know you? My friends have been very vocal about how life is changing? or does the new starlet needs to work on her couture? or Do mothers add the right pinch of salt in the midday meal? We are never featured. We are never shown the shortcut to limelight. I guess that it could be this jealousy making me write, but I am sure that the Elite have nothing better than us to talk about. Only, you do that at a much fancier place while we waste our time in a dingy place which reminds people of Cockney urchin infested places. We do it over coffee and croissants while you do it over caviar and cocktails. Everything claimed and said, I stoop down to urge you to stop this mothering of the society while worrying whether the olive is wet or not in your dry martini. May be I will join you soon or may be I dont give a damn.

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Pervert, Arrogant, Gargantuan, Engrossed 3...... Thats what you are