Since I am a total believer of "Thug Life",last Saturday I went to the CCD...ordered the costliest café frappe and sat there staring at the picture of café frappe stuck on the wall. Of course it is my thug life...I can stare at the silliest things while having them!!!
While I was busy counting the alphabets in the word "café frappe", someone came from behind and covered my eyes with his palms...you know the silly game of "Pehchan Kaun!!!"...
Phew...
I said "Don't I have better things to do!?!?!".. [Thug life on the rise] :D
The guy replied "You are the most adorable bitch I ever set my eyes on!! "
Those words were enough for me,I turned back and hugged him.My long lost college pal...who very conveniently forgot to invite me to his wedding :P
Anyways, we started reliving the old moments...laughing at each others major crushes back then...the love letters passed between benches... The college samosa etc. etc...
Hours passed and we finally returned to the moment when I tossed the dangerous question...How is married life going?
1...2...3...and the married life cribbing started... :P
However, this cribbing was different. Different than what my married girlfriends have(maid didn't come today :P ). It was more like the whispers of silent suffering.
This man in front of me was our college heart-throb. He was the kind of man who just needed his backpack and the endless roads towards unknown destinations. He often told me "Travel and you will never regret breathing a single oxygen molecule, it is all so beautiful!!! So wonderfully placed...even the people!!!"
This "older and wiser" version of him seemed to have forgotten the virgin destinations on the map. All he was worried about was finances. He could not figure out how to manage home loan, car loan, insurances and other crap.
"Dude...you will blow my mind into dust...tell me what about the full moon party of Thailand you wanted to visit since college...was it really worth it??" I asked.
He smiled and said "Never visited it...could not save enough...I have a to support a wife you know"
"Why don't you let the wife support herself??"
"It does not work like that" He shrugged ."Women back in my hometown do not work"
"Because you live in 17th century and think that men are bread winners???" I asked.
At this point he really got furious and said "I am the victim here too. You won't understand, let it go!!"
On my way back home, just out of curiosity, I thought of stalking this guy's wife on Facebook.
And to my surprise her latest post was a picture of her in a short dress with a pout on her face and the caption read "Getting Bored"
I just spoke to this girl's depressed husband. What the hell is wrong with the world???
Men too are at the receiving end of a society that refuses to grow with changing times. Men too start compromising on their dreams from a very young age. We teach them to sacrifice for this is what a man should do in order to give his family a luxurious life.
Have we ever thought that do they really want to be the bread winners??
Do they really want to provide for a random person they are married to??
My friend earns around fifty thousand per month in which now apart from supporting a whole other person, he has to manage home loans(crazy indian obsession!!), insurances and savings. This guy is just 25years old and all he is thinking of finances while his wife only clicks selfies!!!
And the parameter for judging if he has succeeded as a husband lies on the mere fact on how many diamonds decorate his wife's body.
He was not born with a silver spoon in his mouth....he worked his way up the ladder...it was a struggled journey. As soon as he got whiff of financial freedom he was married to a Barbie doll who only knows to roll her eyelashes.
Men are involuntary victims of the hero image created for them by our society.
Who is to be blamed for this, women who can't find their own feet or parents who think that their barbies are entitled to lifelong laziness??
I was stunned when one of my friends asked me "Is it even necessary for us to work when our husbands are earning???". And this girl happens to be a post graduate in science!!.
Well what if she is not working, her degree is not wasted, after all it takes at least masters in science to critically analyse the saas bahu serials that one watches all day, isn't it folks??
So to all the women out there who think on same lines, what gives you the right on someone else's hard earned money?
What gives you the right to rob the guy of his dreams?
Why do you want to depend on your husband to put food on your plate?
What justifications do you give for lazily lying around the house and expecting the guy to put a housemaid at your service?
And no, my dear princesses, having boobs and a vagina does not qualify!!!
Those services are home delivered too!! And friends with benefits is a real thing today!!
Marriage should be about two independent people who depend on each other. It's about pushing each other to achieve independent goals.
Be the wind beneath his wings and he will be the root of your tree!!
Don't be a parasite clinging onto him for dear life!!
"Isn't there more to life, than just being a trophy wife!?!?"
P.S:
I am no Malala Yousafzai who has the courage to fight...
I am no Emma Watson to give a magnificent speech on Feminism...
I am just a girl next door, someone who would be standing next to you on a crowded platform. Or most probably the girl who would be fighting the pani puri wala for that extra "papdi"!!!
I don't have views on political issues or GST, neither has the GOT fever crippled me... :P
I would be the last person you would expect to talk on Feminism, let alone write about it.
But yet here I am...explaining how feminism is more about men than it is about women...
Men too like the rainbow as much as we do, they too love the smell of wet mud in rainy season as much as we do, they too love paneer as much as we do, they too fear the unknown as much as we do..
Let them enjoy the sunshine just as we do...because we all are inhabitants of the same planet...LET'S CO-EXIST :)