DISGUSTING. REPULSIVE. SORDID. REVOLTING.
No, I'm not trying to improve my vocabulary here! That can happen even without practicing on these upsetting terms. However, there are some times in your life when you are forced to pull all your strength and deep dive into your vocabulary to try and find terms which, even if not precisely, somewhat pay justice to your feelings and bring out things from the abyss of your heart.
23 years and counting. Yes, that's the amount of time and life I have spent amidst men - excuse moi - creatures who are popularly called men. Every day brings yet another facet of these creatures to the fore and every day is yet another blow to your faith in justice. Justice to humanity. Justice to mankind.
Don't worry. I am not a man-hater. Nor am I here ranting relentlessly just for the fun of it. Trust me, at the end of a tiring day, the last thing you want to do is act like a cry-baby. However, this couldn't wait. Not any longer.
Last night was yet another night when I could let loose my words (read : swear-words). Already having been worried into a late-night working sister who doesn't pick up your calls or sms'es back saying she'll be even later than 11pm working late into the night in back to back meetings, the last thing you want is to hear that her car got rammed! BLUHDY HELL!!! You cannot help but be thankful to someone, somewhere that she's reached home - safe, unhurt.
However, later when you hear the details, about how a rowdy and impatient cab driver, driving like Schumacher from the wrong way on a one-way street rams the car, backs the car and runs off like a rat into his hole, you can feel your blood pulsating and feel like killing that son of a gun (mind my language).
How this previous para fits into the essential theme of this particular blog post isn't quite as illogical as one might be thinking actually. One might argue that a woman might have been doing exactly the same thing and I wouldn't have uttered a word just because of the gender in question. However, the fact that every second man on the street drives like he owns the road is something which irks me to no end.
Despite this apparent I'll-drive-like-mad-i-own-the-road phenomenon, there is yet another thing which is limited to Indian men. Yes, the very own male species of our patriarchal society. Actually, somehow, when they were young or in their early childhood, they must have been told by their parents/family/society that it is their right to urinate - in front of the whole world. After all, privacy can go to hell. I'm sure they must wonder every day which idiot thought of coming up with a decent, civilized toilet. The road is their relieving zone my friend.
Why can't these seemingly normal humans understand that their bladder works pretty similar to that of a woman. When women can control and hold it in, why can't they. Even if the bladder completely revolts and forces them to go find a place to pee, would it bee too much of an effort to find a secluded place, away from the hustle and bustle and close vision of the world.
If there's anything worse than a man peeing on the road-side is a man who pees there and is proud of it. These men have a degree in Masters of Disgust. They pee on the road, constantly scratch their balls, dig a hole into their noses and burp/fart in public as if people are waiting for another round of disgust from them.
Why are we like this? One can't even say these qualities are limited to the uneducated, illiterate people. They still might be excused, for no one taught them basic hygiene and how to act/behave when in public. But what about those driving-in-civic-still-spitting-paan-out-of-the-car people? What about the expensive-suit-and-boots-flaunting people who burp loudly before entering into a meeting with their corporate honcho.
Why are we like this? Would it be too much of an effort to TRY and being CIVILIZED and DECENT.
An early morning sms from my sister brought me a hearty laugh and at the same time a sense of irony of how we have got used to, what else but disgusting behavior from our NCR men. This is how it read :
" A group of men peeing the side of the national highway, chests thrust out like a peacock in heat, looking around proudly to see who's noticing. Who dare beat the NCR man in disgust factor?"
No one, I'd said. They win hands down!!! Sad, but true.
No, I'm not trying to improve my vocabulary here! That can happen even without practicing on these upsetting terms. However, there are some times in your life when you are forced to pull all your strength and deep dive into your vocabulary to try and find terms which, even if not precisely, somewhat pay justice to your feelings and bring out things from the abyss of your heart.
23 years and counting. Yes, that's the amount of time and life I have spent amidst men - excuse moi - creatures who are popularly called men. Every day brings yet another facet of these creatures to the fore and every day is yet another blow to your faith in justice. Justice to humanity. Justice to mankind.
Don't worry. I am not a man-hater. Nor am I here ranting relentlessly just for the fun of it. Trust me, at the end of a tiring day, the last thing you want to do is act like a cry-baby. However, this couldn't wait. Not any longer.
Last night was yet another night when I could let loose my words (read : swear-words). Already having been worried into a late-night working sister who doesn't pick up your calls or sms'es back saying she'll be even later than 11pm working late into the night in back to back meetings, the last thing you want is to hear that her car got rammed! BLUHDY HELL!!! You cannot help but be thankful to someone, somewhere that she's reached home - safe, unhurt.
However, later when you hear the details, about how a rowdy and impatient cab driver, driving like Schumacher from the wrong way on a one-way street rams the car, backs the car and runs off like a rat into his hole, you can feel your blood pulsating and feel like killing that son of a gun (mind my language).
How this previous para fits into the essential theme of this particular blog post isn't quite as illogical as one might be thinking actually. One might argue that a woman might have been doing exactly the same thing and I wouldn't have uttered a word just because of the gender in question. However, the fact that every second man on the street drives like he owns the road is something which irks me to no end.
Despite this apparent I'll-drive-like-mad-i-own-the-road phenomenon, there is yet another thing which is limited to Indian men. Yes, the very own male species of our patriarchal society. Actually, somehow, when they were young or in their early childhood, they must have been told by their parents/family/society that it is their right to urinate - in front of the whole world. After all, privacy can go to hell. I'm sure they must wonder every day which idiot thought of coming up with a decent, civilized toilet. The road is their relieving zone my friend.
Why can't these seemingly normal humans understand that their bladder works pretty similar to that of a woman. When women can control and hold it in, why can't they. Even if the bladder completely revolts and forces them to go find a place to pee, would it bee too much of an effort to find a secluded place, away from the hustle and bustle and close vision of the world.
If there's anything worse than a man peeing on the road-side is a man who pees there and is proud of it. These men have a degree in Masters of Disgust. They pee on the road, constantly scratch their balls, dig a hole into their noses and burp/fart in public as if people are waiting for another round of disgust from them.
Why are we like this? One can't even say these qualities are limited to the uneducated, illiterate people. They still might be excused, for no one taught them basic hygiene and how to act/behave when in public. But what about those driving-in-civic-still-spitting-paan-out-of-the-car people? What about the expensive-suit-and-boots-flaunting people who burp loudly before entering into a meeting with their corporate honcho.
Why are we like this? Would it be too much of an effort to TRY and being CIVILIZED and DECENT.
An early morning sms from my sister brought me a hearty laugh and at the same time a sense of irony of how we have got used to, what else but disgusting behavior from our NCR men. This is how it read :
" A group of men peeing the side of the national highway, chests thrust out like a peacock in heat, looking around proudly to see who's noticing. Who dare beat the NCR man in disgust factor?"
No one, I'd said. They win hands down!!! Sad, but true.
