Rules every girl should remember.

1. If you think you might be fat, you are. Don’t ask us. Just get your fat ass in a gym.
2. Learn to work the toilet seat: if it’s up put it down.
3. Don’t cut your hair. Ever.
4. Birthdays, Valentines, and Anniversaries are not quests to see if he can find the perfect present, again!
5. If you ask a question you don’t want an answer to, expect an answer you don’t want to hear.
6. Sometimes, he’s not thinking about you. Live with it.
7. Don’t ask him what he’s thinking about unless you are prepared to discuss such topics as navel lint, the shotgun formation and monster trucks.
8. Get rid of your cat. And no, it’s not different, it’s just like every other cat.
9. Dogs are better than ANY cats. Period.
10. Sunday = Sports. It’s like the full moon or the changing of the tides. Let it be.
11. Shopping is not a sport.
12. Anything you wear is fine. Really.
13. You have enough clothes.
14. You have too many shoes.
15. Crying is blackmail. Use it if you must, but don’t expect us to like it.
16. Your brother is an idiot, your ex-boyfriend is an idiot and your Dad probably is too.
17. Ask for what you want. Subtle hints don’t work.
18. No, he doesn’t know what day it is. He never will. Mark anniversaries on a calendar.
19. Yes, pissing standing up is more difficult than peeing from point blank range. We’re bound to miss sometimes.
20. Most guys own two to three pairs of shoes-what makes you think we’d be any good at choosing which pair, out of thirty, would look good with your dress?
21. Yes and No are perfectly acceptable answers.
22. A headache that lasts for 17 months is a problem. See a doctor.
23. Your Mom doesn’t have to be our best friend.
24. Foreign films are best left to foreigners.
25. Check your oil.
26. Don’t give us 50 rules when 25 will do.
27. Don’t fake it. We’d rather be ineffective than deceived.
28. It is neither in your best interest nor ours to take the quiz together.
29. Anything we said 6 or 8 months ago is inadmissible in an argument. All comments become null and void after 7 days.
30. If you don’t dress like the Victoria’s Secret girls, don’t expect us to act like soap opera guys.
31. If something we said can be interpreted two ways, and one of the ways makes you sad and angry, we meant the other one.
32. Let us ogle. If we don’t look at other women, how can we know how pretty you are?
33. You can either ask us to do something OR tell us how you want it done – not both.
34. Whenever possible, please say whatever you have to say during commercials.
35. Christopher Columbus didn’t need directions, and neither do we.
36. Women wearing Wonderbras and low-cut blouses lose their right to complain about having their boobs stared at.
37. Consider Golf a mini-vacation from you. We need it, just like you do.
38. Telling us that the models in the men’s magazines are airbrushed makes you look jealous and petty and it’s certainly not going to deter us from reading the magazines.
39. The relationship is never going to be like it was the first two months we were going out.
40. Anyone can buy condoms.
AND FINALLY,
41. Don’t rub the lamp if you don’t want the genie to come out.
Regards,
PRatik Deo

Women will be Women

Next to my previous article “Men will be Men”, it was natural to come up with something on the same lines for women.

Without preliminaries, here it is as shared by one of my friends,

If you kiss her, you are not a gentleman
If you don’t, you are not a man

If you praise her, she thinks you are lying
If you don’t, you are good for nothing

If you agree to all her likes, you are a wimp
If you don’t, you are not understanding

If you visit her often, she thinks it is boring
If you don’t, she accuses you of double-crossing

If you are well dressed, she says you are a playboy
If you don’t, you are a dull boy

If you are jealous, she says it’s bad
If you don’t, she thinks you do not love her

If you attempt a romance, she says you didn’t respect her
If you don’t, she thinks you do not like her

If you are a minute late, she complains it’s hard to wait
If she is late, she says that’s a girl’s way

If you visit another man, you’re not putting in “quality time”
If she is visited by another woman, “oh it’s natural, we are girls”

If you kiss her once in a while, she professes you are cold
If you kiss her often, she yells that you are taking advantage

If you fail to help her in crossing the street, you lack ethics
If you do, she thinks it’s just one of men’s tactics for seduction

If you stare at another woman, she accuses you of flirting
If she is stared by other men, she says that they are just admiring

If you talk, she wants you to listen
If you listen, she wants you to talk

In short:
So simple, yet so complex
So weak, yet so powerful
So damning, yet so wonderful
So confusing, yet so desirable… …

Regards,

Pratik Deo

Men will be Men

I received this through an email, was forced to share a laugh with all…

How many men does it take to open a beer? ???
None. It should be opened when she brings it
*******

Why is a Laundromat a really bad place to pick up a woman? :bang head:
Because a woman who can’t even afford a washing machine will probably never be able to support you.
*******

Why do women have smaller feet than men? 😮 😮 😮
It’s one of those “evolutionary things” that allows
Them to stand closer to the kitchen sink.
*******

How do you know when a woman is about to say something smart?
When she starts a sentence with “A man once told me…”
*******

How do you fix a woman’s watch? :bang head:
You don’t. There is a clock on the oven.
*******

Why do men fart more than women? 😡 😡 :^)
Because women can’t shut up long enough to
Build up the required pressure. > > >
*******

If your dog is barking at the back door and your wife is yelling at the front door, who do you let in first? ??? ??? ???
The dog, of course. He’ll shut up once you let him in. O:)
*******

What’s worse than a Male Chauvinist Pig?
A woman who won’t do what she’s told
*******

I married a Miss Right.
I just didn’t know her first name was Always.
*******

Scientists have discovered a food that diminishes
A woman’s sex drive by 90%.
It’s called a Wedding Cake.
*******

Why do men die before their wives? :bang head: :bang head:
They want to. >
*******

Women will never be equal to men ??? until they can
Walk down the street with a bald head and a beer
Gut, and still think they are sexy. ) ) )
*******

In the beginning, God created the earth and rested.
Then God created Man and rested.
Then God created Woman.
Since then, neither God nor Man has rested. :bang head: :bang head: :bang head: :bang head: :bang head: :bang head:

***************************

Regards,

Pratik Deo

Females–As programmed

I came across this small program code which describes almost perfectly the programming code of Female as it is or as it should be in some cases. It brings an interesting insight & is really fun to go through. The CODE WRITER must be a humorous coder to have come up with this.

Struct female_professionals
{double styles;
Short skirts;
Long time_to_understand_ problems;float mind;
Void knowledge;
Char non_co-operative; }

Struct married_females
{double weight;
Short tempered;
Long gossip;
Float hopes;
Void word;
Char unstable;}

Struct engaged_females
{double time_on_phone;
Short attention_on_ work;
Long boast;
Float on_cloud_nine;
Void understanding;
Char edgy;}

Struct newly_married_ females
{double dinner_invitation;
Short time_at_work;
Long lunch_break;
Void bank_balance;
Char hen_pecked;}

Struct husband_wife_ professionals
{double income;
Short tempered;
Long time_no_see_ each_other;
Void love_life;
Char money_making; }

Struct beautiful_city_ girl
{double boyfriends;
Short affairs;
Long stories;
Void grey matter;
Char flirt;}

Struct old_lady
{double chin;
Short memory;
Long sighs ;
Void attention_from_ men;
Char chatterbox;}

I have no intentions of hurting any feelings but this just for Fun reading, however I apologise if anyone is hurt by this. It would be absolutely brilliant if someone could come up with something similar for the MALE. (The images shared are found doing a simple Google search & are linked to their original sources).

Regards,

Pratik Deo

I love you; I love mathematics too

My Dear Sweetheart,
Yesterday, I was passing by your rectangular house in trigonometric lane.

There I saw you with our cute circular face,conical nose and spherical eyes, standing in your triangular garden. Before seeing you my heart was a null set, but when a vector of magnitude (likeness) from your eyes at a deviation of theta radians made a tangent to my heart, it differentiated.

My love for you is a quadratic equation with real roots, which only you can solve by making good binary relation with me.

The cosine of my love for you extends to infinity.

I promise that I should not resolve you into partial functions but if I do so, you can integrate me by applying the limits from zero to infinity. You are as essential to me as an element to a set.

The geometry of my life revolves around your acute personality. My love, if you do not meet me at parabola restaurant on date 10 at sunset, when the sun is making an angle of 160 degrees, my heart would be like a solved polynomial of degree 10. With love from your higher order derivatives of maxima and minima, of an unknown function.

Truly Yours,
Only one Mathematician

A man who knows his Maths

This is an Anecdote I picked up from one of the mails I had received a few years back… I think it would be interesting.

“I was riding to work yesterday when I observed a female driver, who cut right in front of a pickup truck, causing the driver to drive onto the shoulder to avoid hitting her.
This evidently angered the driver enough that he hung his arm out is window and gave the woman the finger.
” Man, that guy is stupid,” I thought to myself. I ALWAYS smile nicely and wave in a sheepish manner whenever a female does anything to me in traffic, and here’s why:
I drive 48 miles each way every day to work.
That’s 96 miles each day.
Of these, 16 miles each way is bumper-to-bumper.
Most of the bumper-to-bumper is on an 8 lane highway.
There are 7 cars every 40 feet for 32 miles.
That works out to 982 cars every mile, or 31,424 cars.
Even though the res t of the 32 miles is not bumper-to-bumper, I figure I pass at least another 4000 cars.
That brings the number to something like 36,000 cars that I pass every day.
Statistically, females drive half of these.
That’s 18,000 women drivers!
In any given group of females, 1 in 28 has PMS.
That’s 642.
According to Cosmopolitan, 70% describe their love life as dissatisfying or unrewarding.
That’s 449.
According to the National Institute of Health, 22% of all females have seriously considered suicide or homicide.
That’s 98.
And 34% describe men as their biggest problem.
That’s 33.
According to the National Rifle Association, 5% of all females carry weapons and this number is increasing.
That means that EVERY SINGLE DAY, I drive past at least one female that has a lousy love life, thinks men are her biggest problem, has seriously considered suicide or homicide, has PMS, and is armed.
Give her the finger? I don’t think so.”

Well, Maths really saves lives… Doesn’t it?

Why are Men happier…

Men are just simply happier people,

and here is 36 reasons (I stopped thinking after that)… (Please add if you have any more)

1. Your last name stays put.
2. The garage is all yours.
3. Wedding plans take care of themselves.
4. Chocolate is just another snack.
5. You can be President. You can never be pregnant.
6. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park.
7. Car Mechanics tell you the truth.
8. The world is your urinal.
9. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky.
10. You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt.
11. Wrinkles add character.
12. Wedding dress $5000. Tux rental-$100.
13. People never stare at your chest when you are talking to them.
14. The occasional well-rendered belch is practically expected.
15. New shoes don’t cut, blister, or mangle your feet.
16. One mood all the time.
17. Phone conservations are over in 30 seconds flat.
18. You know stuff about tanks.
19. A 5 day vacation requires only one suitcase.
20. You can open all of your own jars.
21. You get extra credit for the slightest act of thoughtfulness.
22. If someone forgets to invite you, he or she can still be your friend.
23. Your underwear is $8.95 for a three-pack.
24. Three pairs of shoes are more than enough.
25. You never have strap problems in public.
26. You are unable to see wrinkles in your clothes.
27. Everything on your face stays its original colour.
28. The same hairstyle lasts for years, maybe even decades.
29. You only have to shave your face and neck.
30. You can play with toys all your life.
31. Your belly usually hides your big hips.
32. One wallet and one pair of shoes one colour for all seasons.
33. You can wear shorts no matter how your legs look.
34. You can “do” your nails with a pocket knife.
35. You have freedom of choice concerning growing a moustache.
36. You can do Christmas shopping for 25 relatives on December 24 in 25 minutes.

No wonder men are happier!

मेरा स्कूल (My School)

The writer “Tina Shubhamoorty” is a Civil engg., an active social worker (working for upliftment of Women & children) & has keen interest for Adventure, Travelling, Writing etc.. Keep coming back here for more of her articles & stories of her life.

मुझे अच्छे से याद है, जब माँ ने मुझे बुलाया और पढ़ने बैठाया। मुझे वो बहुत ही नई चीज़ लगी और साथ ही दिलचस्प भी। मुझे याद इसलिए है क्योंकि, मैं उस समय आठ साल की थी। मुझे नया इसलिए लगा क्योंकि ये कुछ ऐसा था जो और सभी चीज़ें जो मैं दिन भर में करती थी उन सभी चीजों से अलग था, और दिलचस्प इसलिए क्योंकि (जिसके पीछे मैं मम्मी को credit देती हूँ) उन्होने कुछ ऐसे तरीके से सिखाने की शुरुआत की जो मुझे अच्छा लगा। उन्होने मुझे पहले मेरा नाम लिखना सिखाया। मुझे याद है , मैंने सोचा था की “ अच्छा तिना ऐसे लिखा जाता है” ।

शुरुआती दौर में माँ मुझे चाचा चौधरी, बिल्लू, पिंकि, पंचतंत्र, जैसी कहानियाँ पढ़ कर सुनाया करती और साथ ही साथ बहुत ही दिलचस्प तरीके से अक्षर ज्ञान भी देती जाती। उदाहरण के तौर पर मेरे नाम को ही लीजिये। “तिना” में “त” है जो एक लकीर और उससे सटी हुई उल्टी छोटी कटोरी से बना है , ऊपर एक और कटोरी लगा दी तो “ति” हो गया। “ना” में पहले “न” जिसे लिखने के लिए पहले एक लकीर और फिर एक और लकीर पर ये horizontal है और पहली वाली से सटी हुई है फिर एक छोटी सी कटोरी जो एकदम सिरे पर लगी है।

इसे सीखने मे मुझे ज़्यादा से ज़्यादा सात से चौदह दिन लगा था, और साथ ही साथ मम्मी के पीठ की सवारी करते हुये जो मुझे माँ अलग अलग कहानियाँ सुनती थी, शायद इसके कारण मैं और जल्दी सीख पाई।

मुझे बहुत अच्छे से याद है , फिर तो मैं ढ़ेर सारी कहानियों की किताबें खरीद लाती और दिन भर पढ़ती रहती।

मुझे थोड़ी दिक्कत संयुक्त अक्षर पढ़ने में लगी थी, पर वो भी कुछ घंटों में clear हो गई। पापा ने मुझे कुछ बताया (मुझे याद नहीं की उन्होने कैसे बताया था) और वो एकदम clear हो गया था।

फिर थोड़ा ओर पढ़ना जान लिया तो दीदी ने मुझे थोड़ी और पर लंबी कहानियों की किताबें देना शुरू किया जैसे, गुलिवर की यात्रायेँ, ख़जाने की खोज में, 80 दिन मे दुनिया की सैर, adventures of Tintin, Sherlock Holms इत्यादि ।

फिर तो क्या था , मुझे पढ़ने मे इतना मज़ा आता की मैं एक दिन मे दो से तीन किताबें खत्म करती। फिर जब मैंने स्कूली किताबों को पढ़ना शुरू किया तो मुझे इतिहास मे हमेशा से रुचि रही । मैं 7वीं, 8वीं और फिर कभी मन किया तो 10वीं की इतिहास की किताबें उठा लेती और ख़त्म कर डालती, इस बात की परवाह किए बिना की मुझे ईसवीं और शताब्दी याद भी है या नहीं। मुझे इस बात ने इतिहास पढ़ने में और उत्सुकता जगाई कि मेरे दादा जी इतिहास के professor थे।

मुझे गणित क्यों पसंद था और मुझे किसने पढ़ाना शुरू किया मुझे याद नहीं , शायद कपिल पूर्वे (जिन्होने मुझे और दीदी को एक समय पढ़ाया था) ने। पर जब मैं प्रॉब्लेम्स को solve करती और उसका answer मिल जाता तो मुझे बड़ी खुशी होती और ये मुझे और ज़्यादा से ज़्यादा करने के लिए प्रोत्साहित करता।

उन छोटी किताबों की जगह अब बड़े उपन्यासों और गाँधी साहित्य ने ले ली है। मैं अपने माँ, बाबूजी, और दीदी तीनों कि शुक्रगुजार हूँ , जिनके कारण मैं इतने अच्छे और ज्ञानवर्धक किताबें पढ़ पाती हूँ।

माई

The writer “Tina Shubhamoorty” is a Civil engg., an active social worker (working for upliftment of Women & children) & has keen interest for Adventure, Travelling, Writing etc.. Keep coming back here for more of her articles & stories of her life.

माई (हिन्दी में माँ) अगर कोई कहे या लिखे तो सबसे पहले माँ का चित्र सामने आता है। पर यहा मेरे case में ये मैं अपनी नानी के बारे मे लिख रही हूँ। मैं उन्हें माई बचपन से ही कहती आई हूँ क्योंकि घर में सब उन्हें माई ही बुलाते थे, सिवाय बाबा के के (मेरे नाना) को छोड़ कर, वे माई को “वत्सला” बुलाया करते। मम्मी फिर दीदी और उनका देखकर फिर मैं भी उन्हें माई बुलाती और सच कहूँ तो उनके ऊपर ये संबोधन perfect बैठता था।

मेरे बचपन का उनके बारे मे मुझे ज़्यादा याद नहीं, पर हम जब भी वर्धा जाते, माई और बाबा हमारा बहुत ही गद्गद भाव से स्वागत करते। हमारे लिए जो वह खिलौने रहते (ज़्यादातर मिट्टी के बने हुये छोटे छोटे प्यारे से) जिनके साथ मैं और दीदी खेलते। पर सबसे ज़्यादा जिसका हमे इंतज़ार रहता वो था मई के हाथ का बनाया खाना। हम इंतज़ार करते की कब वो हमे बुलाएंगी और कब हम खाने के मेज़ पर बैठेंगे। उसके हाथ का बनाया खाना शायद ही मैंने और कहीं खाया हो। वो खाना तो अच्छा बनती ही थीं, खिलाती भी बड़े प्यार से थीं, की जहां हमे 5 पराठे खाने होते हम unlimited खाते जाते जब तक की हमे कोई रोकता नहीं। अंतिम बार जब मैं वहाँ आई iथी तब मैं engineering की पढ़ाई खत्म कर रही थी। उनका Cataract का operation होना था। operation और उनके पहले के checkups में मैं ही उनके साथ जाती। घुटने के दर्द के कारण वो थोड़ा धीरे चलती तो मैं उनका हाथ पकड़ के उन्हे clinic तक ले जाती। उनका हाथ मक्खन से भी मुलायम होता, और मुझे दर लगा रहता की काही मैं हाथों को ज़ोर से दबा तो नहीं रही, क्योंकि उनकी हथेली गाढ़ी गुलाबी हो जाया करती थी। ऑपरेशन के समय मैं और मम्मी दोनों उनके साथ रहे।

वे हमारे यहा करीब 15 दिन रही। उन 15 दिनों में उन्होने मुझे अपनी ज़िंदगी के बारे में बहुत कुछ बताया। अपने बचपन से ले कर शादी तक का सफर उन्होने मुझे बड़े चाव से बताया। उन्हे table tennis खेलना बहुत अच्छा लगता और वो अपने समय की college champion भी रह चुकी थीं। आज के जमाने मेंभी कोई अपनी माँ के बारे मे ऐसा सोच नहीं पता और जब मैं बताती हूँ की मैं अपनी नानी के बारे मे बता रही हूँ तो उन्हे विश्वास नहीं होता। RSS की महिला शाखा की प्रमुख होनेके कारण वो बोहोत क्रियाशील रहती, और हमेशा लड़कियों के विकास के लिए नए नए तरीके सोचती रहती। जितनी वो ज्ञानी थी उतनी ही हिम्मती भी, और इसे वो अपने बच्चों, खासकर अपनी

बेटियों (बाला और शुभा) पर लागू भी करती। उनका पहनावा traditional महराष्ट्रियन साड़ी जिसे लुगड़ कहा जाता है। अपनी जवानी में वो इसी साड़ी में comfort महसूस करती थी या कह लीजिये की जबतक उनका sports नहीं छूटा था तबतक। in fact शादी के बाद भी वो कभी कभी tennis खेला करती (9 गजी साड़ी में उन्हे सुविधा होती)। जब मैं उनसे पूछती की आप इस प्रकार की साड़ी क्यों पहनती थीं , ये तो धोती टाइप की है और थोड़ी अजीब सी भी दिखती है, क्योंकि इस तरह की आम तौर पर देखने को नहीं मिलती, तो उनका जवाब होता। हम कपड़ा दिखावे के लिए नहीं सहूलियत के हिसाब से पहनते हैं। लुगड़ मेंआप ज़्यादा फ्री होते हैं , आप चाहे तो gents cycle भी बड़ी आसानी से चला सकते हैं। उदाहरण के लिए झाँसी की रानी (रानी लक्ष्मी बाई) वो एक बहादुर और कर्मठ महिला थीं। घुड़सवारी करने जैसे काम वो आसानी से कर पातीं क्योंकि वो लुगड़ पहनती थीं। वो भी एक महराष्ट्रियन ही तो थीं। उनकी बात सुनकर मुझे उनकी बात बोहोत जंची।

जब बाबा ने बिस्तर पकड़ लिया था उस दौरान मैं Nagpur से अपनी एक बचपन की सहेली (स्नेहल) के साथ उनसे मिलने गई थी। उस वक्त मुझे याद है माई ने बहुत relieve महसूस किया था। खाने को पकौड़े बनाए थे और as usual वो मुझे और स्नेहल को बहुत पसंद आए। थोड़ा बाबा को भी चखाया। उस वक्त बाबा कुछ बोलने की भी हालत में भी नहीं थे पर मई के पूछने पर “छन झाली का ?”(अच्छी बनी है क्या ?) उनके मुह से अनायास ही “EXELLENT ” निकाल गया। और स्नेहल रास्ते भर उनकी तारीफ करिती आई थी । घर पहुँच कर उसने अपनी माँ को भी उनके बारे में बड़ी उत्सुकता के साथ बताया था। अंतिम बार जब उनसे मिलना हुआ , मुझे वो दृश्य अभी भी अच्छी तरह से याद है। ऐसा जसे एक चित्र सी खींच गई हो मान में। मैं और मम्मी उनसे मिलने वर्धा गए थे। गर्मी का मौसम था और धूप कड़क। निकलते समय उन्होने एक चटनी बना के दी जो उन्होने अपने हाथ से बनाई थी जो मेरी मनपसंद थी। वो दरवाज़े तक हमें छोड़ने आई थीं। उनके घुटने खराब होने के कारण वो अंत तक हमारे साथ नहीं आई। और मम्मी ने उन्हे गाते तक आने से माना किया। बस वही अंतिम क्षण मैंने उन्हे पीछे मुड़ के देखा और मुस्कुराई, बदले मे उन्होने मुझे हाथ हिला कर विदा किया। उन्हें देख के ऐसा लगा जैसे वो नहीं चाहती थी की हम जाए, या फिर वो ये चाहती थी की वो हमारे साथ आ जाएँ।

उसके 1 महीने बाद 26^th June को मम्मी का फोन आया की वो अब नहीं रहीं।

वो तस्वीर मेरे मान मे अब भी है, और मैं हमेशा सोचती हूँ की “ काश मैंने उन्हें अपने साथ चलने को कहा होता”। इसका अफसोस (या अफसोस से कुछ ज़्यादा ही) मुझे हमेशा रहेगा।

The struggles of a Male child

I could have named this “The struggles of a child”, however, a few things stopped me:

1. The words are closer to the life of a Male child.
2. There has so much been written & thought about the female.
3. No one bothers to care about what does a male child might be going through.

Actually, this is something I had written about 2 years back. I have no recollection of things or circumstances or incident that triggered this thought process, nevertheless every time I take a look at it, it says something to me about the expectations of all that have from a male overlooking the thoughts of him. In fact this can be the topic of a whole thesis or book under Sociology or Humanities. Well that can wait… Right???

And, I know if I continue right now, I might write a whole new article on this & not share the original one that I wrote so back. So this one can wait for later, let me share with you what I wrote 2 years back as it is in Quotes:

“The day he is born, everyone in the family is happy, enjoying over the good news of his birth, so happy that almost always everyone forgets whether he is happy or not. He might keep crying due to his feelings of loneliness to be able to share his experience with someone, due to his inability to mention his fears to the elders due to the barriers the adults have created by losing the capability to feel as a child in the race to grow up. He might not be happy due to his birth in a place where his birth is only significant because he is a male child, he might be feeling happy because he is amongst so many people but still who cares whether he is happy or not, who cares what he feels, who will care for what he really needs or wants.

Today his parents are happy because now they have someone on whom they can impose their dreams and wishes. They have someone who will run the races they have lost, whether he wants it or not. He will grow up in an environment where he will always be in the race to achieve the next standards set by his family, and the society he lives in, and the race starts the day he is born in the form of everyone trying to guess what he will achieve in his life. His father might start by saying, wow, here he is ready to become an Engg or a doctor or a businessman…etc. etc. What if he does not wants to become all those or any other things, what if he wants to just live his life on the terms he will decide when he will want to. What if he wants to look at the world without prejudices, and standards, but just look at it in a manner he will decide whenever he will need to. But again who would care for his feelings.

If he looks at a toy with curiosity and tries to look inside it, may be even in search of an ant he just saw getting inside, people just decide he will be very happy if he becomes an Engg, but nobody cares to find out whether he really wants to be an Engg or in reality he was on the path of becoming a nature lover, an observer of nature, an adventurist or may be what… But what goes, nobody cares.

After the day he is born, parents start planning his life according to their wishes, which path to take, which city to settle down, which school to send, to start his education. He grows for a few years while the parents anticipate his future, teach him lessons of the so called morality, the difference of good and bad, punishing for his wrong deeds, feeling proud over his small achievements. He grows to learn the methods through which he can make his parents happy and the methods to get his wishes fulfilled.

When he was a child, he expressed his opinion only through his smiles and cries, which was sometimes understood, and often ignored or even misunderstood. When he found more and more of his wishes & expressions being misunderstood, he tries to learn the language of his parents and those around him, the language we often call words and speech. When he starts to express through words, again people are happy and listen to whatever he says. All his words are cared for, everyone tries to understand him, and his wishes are fulfilled.

Slowly, again the magic of his words fade away, his expressions go unanswered again. So he starts observing the world around for clues to what to do next? He looks listens, analyses and understands that it’s not only words that are required to get noticed. He sees his father reacting on his mother for things, sometimes in a manner of love, at other times in anger. He sees his mother trying to please his father to bring peace to home; he observes others hiding things, facts, trying to manipulate situations according to their own benefits. He is often asked and requested by many not to tell some things he might have seen to be told to others. He is told to hide certain incidents and facts, he sees everyone conveniently trying to forget things and sees the blame game being played amongst the adults as pertaining to who did what and whose fault is it really as to the things that have happened.

In the beginning he is confused as to the true reason behind these kinds of things, gets curious, and does the good thing of asking some sensible (read Childish if you are an adult) questions at the right times (again read wrong if an adult), gets scolded, or often is punished for his foolishness. He is confused that when he was taught in the beginning that Lies are bad, hiding is bad, selfish is bad than why everyone around him his doing these things. He tries to understand these questions and tries to find the answers. In this quest to understand the world around him, he finds his expressions being lost to everyone. He finds his needs being unfulfilled, he finds himself alone in need for someone who could understand his feelings.

Has anyone thought why Kids have such strong friendships, such bonds with kids of their own age? Why do they always try to protect each other? I feel it’s simply because they are afraid to lose them to the world, they are afraid to lose those who understand their real feelings and expressions to the world around them. Kids like places which are quiet, not because they don’t like crowd but because they get confused due to all the commotion around them.

And the story of the life of the Male child continues…”

Regards,

Pratik Deo