Why do women...have it easy in life?

Why do women have it easy in life? Oh, don’t get me wrong…I am not a women hater or anything, it’s just that I find it a little strange that somehow a woman gets it a little easier in life.

Yes…I can see all of you ladies smacking your lips and thinking, “Hey little fool, come right here. I have a thing or two to say to you about equality and childbirth, to just name a few…” Hang on…all I am going to say is from the perspective of a 20-year old male with no special abilities or claims to fame. I am that chap you see at the bus stop in faded jeans and t-shirt, with a baseball cap stuck on the head at an odd angle and the worn-out backpack slung over an arm.

I, have no intention to even trying to prove women are in any way inferior to men. They aren’t. I simply intend to say a few things the way I have seen it. Nothing more, nothing less.

Women, have this really super ability to make you feel like a little sorry worm that got cut into half because he was stuck in an apple. You will blow up at that woman you love and it won’t be without reason, but still when that anger goes down, you will still pick p that phone with butterflies in your stomach and call up to say sorry. Maybe, you will, on purpose, make a fool of yourself just to hear her laugh.

Women are asked out by men. As far as I know, not one of my friends has been asked out by a woman. And, neither have I. The fact that I study in an engineering college that is way out in the boondocks does not help. Dammit…I’d kill to have a girl walk up to me and say, “Hi…I’ve seen you around quite a bit. Interesting chap, you seem to be. What say coffee?” Gawd…that don’t look like it is going to happen in the next couple of…hmm...let’s see…centuries??? If any girl, who however remotely, has some plan like that is reading this, then please…please come by and pop the question. I promise I will go and get that cappuccino. The only condition being that you will have to tell your boy-friend not to beat me up.

There is something God gave the fairer sex a little more. I absolutely cannot say no to them. Or at least, that pleading or coy or no-what-do-you-think-you-are-going-to-say look dissolves every little bit or resistance that I may have had. It’s always “Awww…al right…never mind. Trust me, it is ok. No sweat!” I have faced the wrath of a demented homicidal serial-flunker teacher, because I couldn’t say no.

I accept that the sweetest things that God made were women. There are things that will come tumbling out easily in front of your girl or your mom that will not in front of anyone else, despite the obscene amounts of alcohol that’s taking place of the blood in you. Somehow, you ladies are more receptive to emotions than men. We are by default deterministic finite state automatons. Never mind if you don’t know what they are.

What started out as a rant, turned into this. But, just so that I can get rid of the feeling…have a care. We too have a heart. Despite all the workout and pumping iron, we also can get hurt deep inside when you play around with our feelings. But, hey I still love you!

This is in fond remembrance of Cahndru, who passed away last Sunday in an unfortunate accident at a waterfall. This is also a reminder to people that you can never ever predict stuff. Please be careful when there is water around. Just be careful…always. This is a hear-felt request. Chandru, we miss you.

I hate...

This is indeed a strange tag. I have been tagged by IfITellYaI’llHaveToKillYa to come up a list of things that I hate. And, it comes at a time, when I have really tried hard to convince myself beyond doubt that I don’t hate anything. I dislike but, I do not hate. It may seem stupid, but somewhere along the line I realized that the more you hate things, the more they start to get to you. So, I’ll make a little change to the terms of the tag. I’ll list things/people that I dislike in no particular order.

I started out by listing ‘things’, but then I ran out of stuff to list. Here is a new one slightly redone.

Thus, I cannot stand…

1. …people who try to invade your privacy. Everyone has stuff that they would like to keep to themselves because they are private. It could be anything – secrets, emotions, relationships or whatever. The point is respect that. I absolutely detest people trying to read over my shoulder when I am writing something.
2. …people who try to bend others to get their way. Everyone has a right to be allowed to think. At the same time learn to stand up for yourself. If you don’t then you are no different from that little ball of plasticine that can either be molded into a nice little figure of a Greek God or an ugly, evil looking phallus.
3. …Windows. Or any Microsoft product. They are terrible. Period.
4. … the feeling of acidic burning after an especially long session of drinking.
5. … not being able to tell someone that you love them, when that is the only thing you want to do. The only thing that is left to do.
6. …the thought that someday because of this inability to express myself, I just might end up all alone in a little one-bedroom flat in the middle of a huge city somewhere in the world.
7. …exactly two people in the world. These are the only two cases where probably the dislike borders on intense hate. Fuckhead’s is one and the other one – I hope you get castrated by some fanatical Neo-Nazis.

That’s all I guess. The rest, if any, I have learnt to live with. It’s been a difficult post to write. I guess it is true when they say it is easier to love than to hate. I bet I could come up with fifty things that I love in a jiffy, but seven things that I hate took me three long days.

Kindly bear with all the abstraction. I promise to post something that involves watching porn, naked women, drunken standup comedy and other politically incorrect things soon.

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I added a counter to my blog. Now, when i hit the big numbers I can proudly flaunt my status as a popular blogger. With absolutely no shame, here goes...tell all your friends and folks about my blog. Send them a link and ask them to read it!

Thankyou all you lovely people.

Oh...and Iffitellyaillhavetokillya tagged me to write a list of things that I hate. I am working on it. It should be up soon...God promise!