THE BIG EXTRA EDGE FOR THE ONES FROM THE VENUS.......
Yes…You read it right, the ones from the Mars! I got magnanimous enough to exercise my gray cells (or rather whatever remains of them) to analyze the advantages we have over the ones
bearing the XY sex chromosome pair in matters regarding life in general.
The triggering fact to inspire me to channelize my thoughts in this direction was a long queue of vehicles on the Barapullah Bridge at 8:45 a.m. today. My initial reaction was, “Oh God, there must be an accident!” But, my husband, who was on the steering wheels, gave me a sly smile, and I knew why the queue was so long. One fluorescent green Spark was standing on the middle of the road. Three ladies, in their early twenties, and with looks to kill for, were standing ‘helplessly’ with the typical damsel-in-distress look. Upon a close look, I saw that one of the rear tyres of the Spark was flat. In order to help the ladies, at least six vehicles driven by males (and sans their wives/girlfriends) were lined up. One hero was trying out his luck with the jack, the other was bringing out the spare tyre, and the rest were just keeping themselves busy. My husband said, “Let me go and check if I can help.” I asked him, “What else do you plan to do when there are at least a dozen people already there? I am getting late, and you have to drop me first. Then you can come back and help the poor ladies.” I guess he got the signal because after that he silently drove away, but not before adjusting the rear view mirror to have a last look at the ‘helpless’ women!
After the birth of my younger son Ryan I told my husband to go to the NDMC office for his birth certificate. He went there thrice, and each time he came back with the excuse that the queue was too long and by the time his turn came he counter closed down. I was not very sure whether he was speaking the truth or was just making up some silly excuse. So one fine day, I decided to go on my own. I was flabbergasted to see a queue which was almost five hundred metres long. Just then, I saw a boy approaching me. He said, “Madam, please give me the discharge summary from the hospital where the child was born. I am a staff here. How long will you stand in this heat? You just wait here and I will bring beck the receipt. You then come and collect the birth certificate after a week. “And the job was done! But the looks that I got from the men standing in front of me were so dangerous! Now I know why my husband was unable to get the job done.
One of the many so-called advantages of being a woman is also reflected in the opinions of the fellow class mates in college. There was this male batch mate of ours in medical college who always used to say that the girls scored better because they know when to shed a tear at the time of the viva voce. How I used to loathe the guy for his chauvinistic views! I guess that he nurtured this grudge against women because he could never manage to score better than the second rank holder of our batch who was a girl. That male friend of ours used to say that the score of the female students depended on their ‘assets’ rather than their intelligence. That mean fellow had to ultimately marry a female only (I hope he is reading this) and I would like to know whether he assessed his wife’s assets or her intelligence before he agreed to marry her.
At times the very fact that we are females backfires. I had the misfortune of visiting a government office once to collect some document. Again there was a long queue. And then I noticed that there was a comparatively shorter queue which had only women. I went and stood in that queue. I had no way of knowing whether that queue was a legitimate one or not. Just then a middle aged man with looks that had ‘anti-woman’ written all over , came charging towards us and began to shout, “All these (slang) women! You all take advantage and wear clothes that expose your bodies and you get your work done. We have been standing here for the last so many hours and you all have the audacity to make a separate queue.” Now, a well dressed lady was standing in front of me. She calmly replied, “Man, you too are free to get undressed and expose whatever you have. No one will stop you.”
And before saying goodbye, I remember a famous saying by Robert A. Heinlein “Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.”
The triggering fact to inspire me to channelize my thoughts in this direction was a long queue of vehicles on the Barapullah Bridge at 8:45 a.m. today. My initial reaction was, “Oh God, there must be an accident!” But, my husband, who was on the steering wheels, gave me a sly smile, and I knew why the queue was so long. One fluorescent green Spark was standing on the middle of the road. Three ladies, in their early twenties, and with looks to kill for, were standing ‘helplessly’ with the typical damsel-in-distress look. Upon a close look, I saw that one of the rear tyres of the Spark was flat. In order to help the ladies, at least six vehicles driven by males (and sans their wives/girlfriends) were lined up. One hero was trying out his luck with the jack, the other was bringing out the spare tyre, and the rest were just keeping themselves busy. My husband said, “Let me go and check if I can help.” I asked him, “What else do you plan to do when there are at least a dozen people already there? I am getting late, and you have to drop me first. Then you can come back and help the poor ladies.” I guess he got the signal because after that he silently drove away, but not before adjusting the rear view mirror to have a last look at the ‘helpless’ women!
After the birth of my younger son Ryan I told my husband to go to the NDMC office for his birth certificate. He went there thrice, and each time he came back with the excuse that the queue was too long and by the time his turn came he counter closed down. I was not very sure whether he was speaking the truth or was just making up some silly excuse. So one fine day, I decided to go on my own. I was flabbergasted to see a queue which was almost five hundred metres long. Just then, I saw a boy approaching me. He said, “Madam, please give me the discharge summary from the hospital where the child was born. I am a staff here. How long will you stand in this heat? You just wait here and I will bring beck the receipt. You then come and collect the birth certificate after a week. “And the job was done! But the looks that I got from the men standing in front of me were so dangerous! Now I know why my husband was unable to get the job done.
One of the many so-called advantages of being a woman is also reflected in the opinions of the fellow class mates in college. There was this male batch mate of ours in medical college who always used to say that the girls scored better because they know when to shed a tear at the time of the viva voce. How I used to loathe the guy for his chauvinistic views! I guess that he nurtured this grudge against women because he could never manage to score better than the second rank holder of our batch who was a girl. That male friend of ours used to say that the score of the female students depended on their ‘assets’ rather than their intelligence. That mean fellow had to ultimately marry a female only (I hope he is reading this) and I would like to know whether he assessed his wife’s assets or her intelligence before he agreed to marry her.
At times the very fact that we are females backfires. I had the misfortune of visiting a government office once to collect some document. Again there was a long queue. And then I noticed that there was a comparatively shorter queue which had only women. I went and stood in that queue. I had no way of knowing whether that queue was a legitimate one or not. Just then a middle aged man with looks that had ‘anti-woman’ written all over , came charging towards us and began to shout, “All these (slang) women! You all take advantage and wear clothes that expose your bodies and you get your work done. We have been standing here for the last so many hours and you all have the audacity to make a separate queue.” Now, a well dressed lady was standing in front of me. She calmly replied, “Man, you too are free to get undressed and expose whatever you have. No one will stop you.”
And before saying goodbye, I remember a famous saying by Robert A. Heinlein “Women and cats will do as they please, and men and dogs should relax and get used to the idea.”
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