IT was supposed to be Bangalores much-awaited date with Beauty. And it began in the wee hours of November 11 as 88 aircraft-weary beauties slipped into the sleeping city, baggage in tow, conjuring up an overwhelming sense of surreal juxtaposition. Much like the city itself. Bangalore has been adorned with contradictions and has been trying in vain to cope with its newfound celebrity status for more than a week. Waking up to a sublime tinkle of toasts, raised as the sun makes way for the bevy of moving mannequins, giggling yet poised, confident yet tied-up, friendly yet diplomatic, all raring to go for that prized title of Miss World.