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.