THE SALMA FACTOR
By Neel Anil Panicker
She was no Madhuri Dixit, the ek do teen girl whose dhak dhak sent soaring all Indian males heartbeats.
And that’s so true.
I mean who wouldn’t expect otherwise from a bar dancer who wore a three layer blood red lipstick, hid the freckles under her eyes and the cross cross maze of deep lines all around her almond face in three inches of three layered pancake.
But the plain truth was that when Salma Khatoon sashayed upto the brightly bedecked oblong shaped stage and wriggled her ample backside and yo yoed her milkies, massive big balls, the jampacked patrons half drunk with cheap beer and country liquor went berserk.
Bazooka!
Wide eyed and salivating like a pack of sex starved jungle wolves, the young and the old and the inbetweens_ all felt a rising bulge under their pants and descended into La La Land, swaying to the rhythmic beat of her mammary glands.
Yes, at 21, and though standing a mere
five feet some inches tall, Salma had the men of Jannat Nagar, Gali No. 2, Bandra 
firmly wrapped around her little fingers and hooked and booked for the night and for all nights she made an appearance at Silky’s Dance Bar.
As an old timer, a regular who had been gracing the bar for the no less than six decades affirmed in a breathless declaration, “She kept me young all these years”.
And eight years later, on a night when Salma Khatoon decided to end it all by walling down the aisle with one of her umpteen suitors, the entire battalion of Silky’s regulars, no less than 50 in all, all stood up on their rickety legs and gave her standing ovation.
Her very last act also brought the house down as the the frenzied crowd chanted ‘Salma, Salma, Salma’ for the rest of the night.
S one wag put it, ” She may not be a Bollywood actress with stunning looks and super dance moves, but she had what many women wanted but few possessed: SEX APPEAL.
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