Vanity Thy name is Platina
NATIONAL JOURNAL OF HOMOEOPATHY 1994 Jan / Feb Vol III No 1.
Sarla Sonawala.
Materia Medica.
` Plat.
"Mirror mirror on the wall, who is the fairest of them all?"
Queen arrogant uttered those words insolent Narcissus of Greek myth- enamoured of his
own image in water Cleopatra revolved mighty men around her finger ever so little Napoleon
triumphed over the world that fell at his feet
Adolf Hitler liquidated a whole Jewish race in disdain Our late PM Indira Gandhi clamped
emergency on a nation Didn't all of them and many more belong to Platina pride?
Haughty Mrs. Lofty, her little nose turned perpetually upwards In scorn and contempt of
puny little people around
As she grows larger and superior in every dimension
Objects seem smaller than what they really are
A state of mind away from reality in stance schizophrenic
Asserts a royal birth, noble race, heritage affluent
A peacock proud and vain but bereft of grace and beauty
Platina is the pompous parody of an ego blown beyond its bounds.
Virility or coquettry is indeed the other side of super-ego
Loud, volatile libido pursue Platina to her doomsday
Early juvenile curiosity in genital difference boy versus girl
Whispering secrets, "peeping Tom" pranks, touch that tickles Pushes Platina
maiden at the threshold of puberty precocious
Stars in eyes, chic in demeanour, penchant for romance
Innovative erotic fantasies flamed by "boy meet girl" fictions
Ignite her imaginative mind in search of blind-date adventures
If Victorian age raised Pulsatilla virgins coy and cloy Later to turn into sour Sepia by
burden of marital discord
Modern era is bent on bringing up femme fatal on an ascending scale What is Platina if not
the conspiracy of hormones and sexual liberation
Whetted by cosmetics and fashion designs of receding hemlines
Modelling "Playboy" porn cult of nudity drug addiction
To parade in catwalk many more Lolas Lolitas Madonnas
Platina is their brandname as replica homoeopathica
The irony of Platina is a paradox of fate and its tragedy
If desire be wild like fire, dreams amorous, loins tingle Legs spread wide apart even in
sleep in sweet anticipation
Alas, the slightest touch throws her into screams of spasms
Bliss of fulfillment awaits her not as in Fluorine or Lachesis
As if cursed by heavens, Platina is doomed forever
To carry the cross of disgrace of satiety insatiable
That writes her destiny of downfall of mind and body
Bouts of bleeding, neuralgias benumbed in gradual rise and fall Anguish, anxiety, despair,
above all, mania-megalo-nympho
Drive this dame desperate to pleasures erotic of dare devil promiscuity Self abuse sodomy
lesbianism vamp or one-night whore
As if to avenge her fate in a perverse game of love
So noble a metal, so ignoble a patient
Such volcano below the belly, such odious vanity at the top
Platina tells a contrary tale of much ado about nothing.
