Showing posts with label rules. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rules. Show all posts

Thursday, 30 August 2012

The Dumb A(ss)xe effect


So, a boy, just out of shower, his towel still around him, sprays tonnes of Axe deo on himself, and waits for women from around the world to run/fly/ ride or just drop from the sky and hit on him!!!

I say what an advertisement sirjee…. Because you think that women all over the world are more dumb than that guy in the advertisement, dumb enough to pull their pant(ie)s down just because that guy smells “oh so aw(ful)some!” and probably doesn’t bathe daily.

And this is how, Sir, you have succeeded in demeaning women publicly…

The anger is not with that looser of a guy in the add, it’s neither with the maker of that add, neither with boys who spray axe in the hope that girl might actually drop from the sky for him. The anger is with the thought that people worldwide have accepted that add, and that they find nothing annoying with it.
On the other hand, I wonder if the makers of the add have succeeded in cashing on the mentality of the society.…

I remember a friend mentioning how he wanted a girl with “all hearts and no brains”, and yet another one mentioning how a girl “with brains” is the family wrecker than a maker. So they’d rather have a girl who can easily be seduced by their charms and chatter, or even big moustaches rather than by IQ, EQ , killer guts and instincts and etc etc. (I seem to have defined what entices me!!).

I am surprised how the above mentioned add or the incidences clearly are the echo of the trend in our society, that how women are (or are supposed to be) the “Brainless” objects, typically to sit at home, wait to cook the menu that their husbands order for, then clean up after he eats, later make his bed and then sleep with him. Only if it ended here, she then goes on to bear his children, who will bring fame to HIS name, feed them, nourish them, only so that when they grow up, to be asked “aap beech mei mat bolo, aap ko kuch pata bhi hai?”

Its almost indecent (I consider it demeaning too ) how traditionally women are considered to be just the objects of beauty, to be showcased by the armchair of the king, or the head of the family. How they are supposed to accept the husbands their marriages have been arranged with, and oh of course “Your man is your God” type preaching. It’s strange that they are taught not to speak in a male dominated discussion, and to take a pallu, and to cover themselves in every way possible. Not to mention that they still get raped (even after they are covered from toe to head), and then are solely responsible for their own rape.

Why yes, the men are never at fault. Afterall, their gender gives them full right on every woman that they can man-handle, any woman they can rape. Women are, like wealth, their properties, theirs to keep, theirs to protect, theirs to sell and theirs to use.  Women must not, rather they don’t have any say on the matter of who must touch their bodies, who must live with them for their lives, who must they love and who must they fuck.

People might argue the situations are changing for good now. I totally agree, now many (Not all, mind you) men, instead of forcing themselves on us, will try to entice us with stupid attributes like chocolaty smells, because even now, women might be willing to overlook their dumbness, idiocity and brainlessness, just because they smell good.

(I assume that woman makes love only to those she loves, and not to anybody and everybody who comes their way.)


Monday, 7 May 2012

The Forbidden Fruit...



The road not to be taken, the room never been opened.
The Mona Lisa smile, the mystery of the grail.
The appeal of a woman, and the glory of the moon.
All that is forbidden, or that that has been put out of reach...


There’s something about doing what is absolutely forbidden. The Harry Potter’s famous Forbidden Forest was a reason for talk due this same unsaid reason. The ‘hidden’ Chamber of Secrets, the though scary, but exciting though of breaking into the Ministry of Magic, Ginny dating the ‘oh so tough to date, busy in saving the world’ Harry Potter, Ron dating ‘tough to beat’ Hermoine Granger.

Similarly, that something which is unreachable is always more desirable. Starting from the mystery that the piggy bank was when we were children, to the A rated movies.
Talking a bit closer to home...the will to “Try” booze, fag and dope is much greater than when you’ve already done those. And that’s where people use the phrase “been there done that!” to boast of their supposed achievements to those, who are beginners.

The IIT, the IIM’s, the IAS is still a dream in every household, while they become just a stepping stone the moment you crack them. Till then those who crack it are aliens, and the objects for intimidation and probably desire to some. *blush*!!

That girl next door, or that hot chick in office is what men will turn and gaze, and maybe even imagine in their fantasies, till finally one day they get to date them. Then they wish they had stayed ‘just friends’ with them, well probably because they are no more forbidden, they are what they have already attained. The mystery dissolved.

The woman outside of the marriage is always more beautiful than one’s own wife. His girlfriend is always sexier than one’s own. The grass on the field of private property is always greener! The dress on her is always more sexier.
For us women too, its commonly known that the desire for the MIB ‘Men in Black’ or for that matter, the ‘Men in Uniform’ is so great that it threatens our respective husbands and boyfriends, or atleast makes them wonder the reason for the desire. The probable excuse being- it’s the doing of the ego. Woman’s ego hurts when they become the second love of the man, the first supposedly being the love for the country or the human race. The “2 take di naukri” song explains it better than any of my above comments, it so truthfully explains the desperation of a wife for his husband in the month of monsoon, who incidentally is loving being busy with his ‘not so paying well job’. That lady, singing so seductively, is still cribbing for her husband despite being wished for by so many other. And here comes in the concept that applies to all the singles of the world, that of “The one we like doesn’t love us, and the one we don’t love is desperate to be loved by us”! Well, that’s the sad and most truest of the vicious cycle in the world of love and lust baby! The unreachable is always the most desirable.

Remember the feeling of wearing a tee saying “I make my own rules” or that jatt singing “assi jitthe bhi jawange gaddi morange, assi saare de saare rule todange”?
Speaking of The JAI of “just mohobbat” tele serial, who broke all the rules, though in innocence. Just doing all the wrong things in life made him so desirable to all the girls of his class... #justsaying.

The reason why Dabangg was such a Dabangg movie and ‘Rowdy Rathore’ seems so promising!
The love for all night parties, the air of thrill about driving faster than the limit allows, the craze in visiting India Gate at night, the air of ‘haawwww’ and the gossips about one night stands, the awesomeness in watching item songs chupke chupke.....

The list is endless, but the reason is only one, well atleast for the likes of ‘rowdy’ or ‘rebellious, stubborn” me.