Men will be MEN

I was like them, taking sneak peeks on the gals who travel in the train with us. Staring at their features n then quickly turnin away wen they catch me doin it. Some seemed offended but thr wr some who liked bein watched upon but strictly on thr own discretion. Today wen sittin in an angle frm whr i can hv n eye on evrybdy i realised i am not alone in this Catch a quick Glimpse game. I can see that oldie eyeing the gal sitting next to me. She must be of the age of his daughter. Then there is this hunk who has accompanied his mom n is posing a worthy son, well I can make out from the dal stains on his shorts that he has not taken bath today. Anyway he s jus trying to impress the gal with his 'I know everything' dialogues. 'Enter the Assole' Here comes another married, father of two, but with ‘I am still a bachelor’ look, young old man. The jeans that he is wearin was bought by him wen he was in kinder garden, it’s so tight that he can hardly breathe. But he has to wear it; after all he needs to show the shape of his abs. Now he s standing jus above her as all the seats r occupied. I know I would have done that to have a quick look at her valley engulfed by her mounts and he is no different. Damn it how r all men same. I cud see him position his eyes in to an impossible angle so that he cud enjoy the view as soon as it is revealed. I wonder how come his eyeballs r not popping out.

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All said why r men like this? I can argue that it’s how we r programmed. But then how can we justify an act of indecency? Well then humans are programmed to defend themselves n that’s how even our society is constituted. Even Kasab got his chance for an act of crime.

Again the question arises, is it natural for men to take a sneak peek around. The answer is sadly affirmative. We do, what we do bcz its in one of the primary elements of which we r made. Though we can control the level of this hormonal high thru medication... oh sorry I meant meditation (as that seems to be the answer to all ailments these days).

I changed myself, I changed after I got married, I found love. But as any toothpaste ad shows that some germs are still left even after brushing the whole day, some "keedas" never die though they do go into hibernation. I hope the "keedas" in me dont wake up, I dont want them to surprise me one day saying 'Hurray! we are back'.

Its time for me to get off, my stop is here. The adage remains, Men will be MEN.

Disclaimer: Ladies pls dont take it personally; we as a specie r evolving, i can forsee this happenin the other way round, may be then some of u will blog abt hw ur gender has taken over ours in all parlance.

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Contemplating 2 years with my B

Myself: “Two years Deepu, did u even realise that”

Me: No yar, it’s like a dream, I am still living it.

Two years have passed by and this is where I am, like never before or like ever before. What has  made my life is not me or my pseudo ideologies which I create to pacify ‘myself’, it’s a person who crept into my life without my mind realising it and captured my spirit without my heart acknowledging it.

(Hope u remember this)

My wifey – my sundari  – desire to my pleasure – beats to my heart – breath to my soul – peace to my mind – my B – and now mother to my son.

When that day of Feb I saw you in that train, something clicked inside and ‘myself’ was shouting on top of his voice “she is the one! She is the one!”, never did I realise that you would set pace to my life in a way I never dreamt of. Life has changed B since you arrived and it has changed for good. Two years of our marriage made me to contemplate on how useless I was and makes me realise how useless I am even now, but you my B have been there and made me utile. The subtle way in which you support me is registered in my mind and I know deep within that I can just play blind on you.

Myself: She sent you a cake at your office so that you can celebrate your second anniversary. What have you done moron.

Me: That’s so nice na. I just felt like giving her a kissy right then, but she was far. If she would have been just at an arm’s length kasam se I would have taken her breath away.

Myself: Sach bata, how did you feel when you got it this time.

Me: I started missing her, felt like on top of the world when all my colleagues started bestowing praises to my wifey. She is just too good, when it comes to making me feel better. Only she can do it the way she does it. I have been hard at times, even difficult but she has accepted me with elusive bearing.

B, do you remember, once I had said that I had ideas of being a tramp when I was still a bachelor and even after getting married I had never left off on that. Now after this time of togetherness I would say to you that even now I feel like tramping but this time I picture myself not alone but you and Ethan with me and if 2012 end of the world (EOW) happens I am sure we three will be the survivors of the disaster in a miraculous manner and we will be there in the Garden of Eden for a fresh start. Just in case the EOW is deferred / rescheduled I am sure we will go holidaying to a place like the Garden of Eden.

Thank you B for being with me.

PS: I know it took me 2 years to write something about you, but trust me I could not sum it up in just few words. You are more than what is said.  I love you da B.

Things written are read, but those unwritten are felt.

-dpu