Indian Boys

Being a girl myself its really difficult to write about boys, their gleanings or their disposition. I think not only girls but boys themselves can't understand themselves. They themselves seem confused about their relationships, friends , family, jobs and everything in their lives.

In the typical as well as modern families in India still today the birth of a boy is considered to be a good omen and a blessing from the divine. They are grown up like prince of the kingdom which is definitely an illusion but throughout their lives they cherish a kingly feeling.

They are cute when they are born, family's boy till 10, mama's boy till teens, friends boy till adulthood, girlfriends boy till marriage and ultimately become a joru ka gulam after that. (guys, no offence on this).

They are taught to be dominating and being angry all the time, ofcourse getting inspired from their dads. (no offence on this too..) Even though, India is developing, educating but still it continues to be a male chauvinist economy.

                

When they are kids, they fantasise remote cars, teen boys want high speed bikes and limosines. Adult guys want the sexiest girlfriend in town. Flaunting money and royalties among friends belong to their basic characteristics. Any household work done by men is looked down in the Indian society. It is obvious in India that girls are bound to do the household work, no matter they are doing jobs or their level of tiredness.

Undoubtedly, their is an indubitable part too which belong to their persona. Super attached to grand parents, Emotional for their parents, Loving for their friends, Caring for their wives, Protective for their sisters and determined towards work. Even though  they do have a superiority complex with women but still women's are most respected in India. They may belong to their wives after marriage but taking care of parents when they become old is something which they are best at.

Nobody can ever be perfect in this world and so will be Indian men. But I wish Indian men to co operate a little and also give their better halves and sisters as well a chance to grow in their careers. A little change from your side may take India from a developing country to developed economy.

Feeling expressed above were just mine and can be wrong. Apologize if you are hurt. Do express your views too...

Raindrops....a love story

                                          

Rains have different meaning to different people. 

For some its just a season while for others its a collage of old memories. 

For some its an enjoyment with old friends while for others its a hidden cry. 

For some its a plate of hot snacks while for others its a tasteless coffee reviving the sadness. 

For some its a gift of god while for others its just a puddle on the road needs to be cleaned. 

Everyone has some attachment or detachment with rains. Many enjoy rains and fill themselves with new energy but some people can just remember their love, their life. When I think of rains , I am filled up of excitement. 

I can just remember my friend Aanand. Aanand had been my friend since class 5. We did our schooling together and day by day our benevolence became deeper. Everyone in our school called us 'love birds' but nothing was as such. Even after school we did not loose contact. We planned to join the same college and both were very happy to get admission in the desired guild. 

                                  

I clearly remember it was August 1 on the first day of college and it was heavily raining. After our college, we played in rain for hours. Everybody left the college but we continued. As I got tired I told him to leave me home that day. He said he wanted to say something and I said go ahead. He hold my hand and took me to the center of the ground, sat on his knees, took out a tampered rose from his pocket and said those three magical words. I was waiting for that moment since years. Tears drowned from my eyes. I said yes to him and we both were so happy.

Three years of college we lived for each other. Our families did not know about it. I ve spent the most intimidating and indelible part of my life with him. After our graduation exams got over, we did not meet for 7 days. He never called and when I called it was switched off all the time. I got furious. I decided to go to his residence and when I landed their I saw it was locked. Then I called one of our common friends and I came to know that he got a job in a MNC and has left the city with his mom and sister, his father passed away when he was very young. I was broken.

                                                           
Three years have passed and I have no clue why he left me. May be he did not love me or may be I could not give him the warmth which he wanted. But I believe we were not destined to be together. Genuinely I have no complains and no angers with him. He just conquers my mind when it rains!!   

Guys, first time I have written some fiction...awaiting feedback..Thanks for reading