Some Overbearing Women..!!

Women are everything that spells love, care, sympathy, nurture and affection but not all women fit this category. There is a particular specie which is in fact quite to the contrary. I have noticed that particularly overbearing wives are the worst of them all; their behavior is pathetic towards their husbands; they despise, insult, humiliate and control their husband as a military commander with a whiplash in hand.

I know of several women in my acquaintance whose husbands I feel deeply sad for. I wonder how those men can allow themselves to be treated thus.

My student's father who was a millioner businessman had a vicious wife. She scolded him like a street dog in front of all domestic servants and was so overbearing that if anyone of the office staff forgot to wish her she demanded her husband to immidietly fire the employee; furthermore, she would not allow him to hire any female employee, not even for the post of a receptionist and actually got a man installed in the office to keep watch on him like a detective.

My music teacher is an exceptional singer and an instrumentalist and we all students had so much loved his music but his wife hates the same and has banned him from singing or playing any music at home or accept any home tuitions for music. Tragically, he had to give away or sell his many beloved musical instruments which he had at one time spent a fortune in collecting. He dolefully says now, " Before my marriage I was Asim. After my marriage to Rekha I have become Rekha. Asim has died somewhere within me."
An uncle of mine is an artist and you should see how his wife hates his art or everything related to it. Many a times his tools are thrown in the trash bin.
A distant cousin of mine has a wife who he is terribly afraid of; so whatever he does he never tells her for fear of getting scolded. On the other hand the wife strives hard to know what he does by following the back staircase method. Must be a cat and dog situation all the time !!
A friend of mine had strictly forbidden her husband to talk or make/recieve calls from his female students or even in social gatherings. If she even by chance saw him talking to any girl she would turn real ugly with rage. Once a girl just happened to praise her husband's shirt and you know what, on returning back she took a pair of scissors and cut the shirt in 1000 pieces. On another occasion, he randomly praised the sandwich a girl had offered him and then that poor fellow had to eat ONLY sandwiches in all the meals of a day for a whole week. Another acquaintance of mine happens to be a beautiful woman and has a very nice husband but she thouroughly dislikes him and his ideals and principles, insults him in front of visitors or friends and behind his back as well. She thinks she deserved a better husband, he is unfit for her and is just good for nothing.
The latest and perhaps the most disgusting instance is of a wife who continually scolds her husband so much that he looks like a scared mouse all the time. She scolds him or speaks insultingly about him all the time and in front of everyone. Just a single frown on her face is enough to send him into a titzy and immidiately mend his mistake. Poor poor fellow...
There are numerous such examples.

It is disgusting how some women derive pleasure or satisfaction ( maybe neither because it is their normal behavior ? ) in making their counterpart miserable. No, I am not looking at just one part of the picture, nor am I an orthodox who thinks a wife is a slave of her husband. The examples which I have mentioned are the ones whose faimlies I am well aquainted with and I can say with perfect confidence that the wife's unreasonable attitude is the main culprit and yes, they are not the usual tit bits of a happy couple fighting.

I personally feel a woman must never marry a man whom she cannot respect. Respect in a conjugal relationship is about as important as love.

I Do Not Like Women...!

I have somehow never been able to get along well with women and girls in my acquaintance. I find their company tiresome and painfully boring. Women are so different from men and I, frankly speaking, do not like the stuff they are largely made of.

Very few women in this world are capable of talking ( or even responding ) intelligently; The rest all talk shallow and have dangerously limited topics to talk about apart from their all time hot favourite of  in-laws, children and cooking. Their company is shockingly scarce in intelligence, humor and wisdom. They crack silly jokes that actually make me want to weep and then after cracking it, it is typical of them to laugh and expect you to laugh as if it were the best joke of the world. They discuss film stars as a first hand critic and often handle domestic affairs as a biker would an aeroplane.
Why has God given them such a great stamina for talking..; is it to let men have some peace ?

In my school days I wasn't a studious kid who keeps studying 48 hours a day and scores 20 out of 10 in every freak exam but I loved reading and had so many interesting things to do that I had simply no time for time pass friendships. In any case I could not pass time happily with any one below my mental level. It stayed this way even when I started doing a job. I was a teacher and preffered spending my time with lovely innocent 4 year olds rather than with fellow teachers who merely gossiped about the dress they wore and the jewellaries they had. (Excuse me, I was never accused of being haughty or vain, only a bit quiet and hard working. I was polite enough to let them do what they pleased and continued doing what pleased me, OK?)
Now I am married and the situation is somewhat tricky; you see, S is a very warm hearted and friendly man. He has lots of friends from childhood, college and office. Naturally we keep meeting them frequently. According to popular custom in India all the ladies stay together in a different group while all the gents stay together in their seperate group; they even dine seperately. So while S enjoys his time with his friend, I have to ecstaticaly enjoy the company of the wife.
Some of them are truely an ordeal for me...!
Most of them want me to join the 'kitty party' or go on shopping expeditions together. (How I hate this word..! I have never done this rotten stuff and never will do so as long as I am alive. I have discovered often these are just clever strategies for women to show off their status and talk shit in the most innocent and humble manner.) One of them wanted me to show her my lingerie collection and to tell her in detail all that happened on my first night ( she is perfectly decent and straight) while another has only one topic on her mind to discuss with me and that is sex; if I didn't discuss( and now I don't discuss) she used to become rather offended.
Some of them are even secretly hostile to me due to a another variety of reasons but they act as if they are my bestest friend in front of S and as soon as his back is turned you could litrally see them spitting venom ( honeyed of course !)

Suffering company of unwanted women is not restricted to friend's wives alone; it extends further to neighbours also. About a year ago, I used to live in a multi storey building where 15 - 20 Indians lived and were very friendly towards each other. Look, I have full respect, yes, full respect for close cummunity feeling, friendly visits and friendliness but it sort of crossed the limit of comfort for me when I started getting pack of 4-6 girls peeling at my door bell, or ringing and pinging me to accompney them to a fair, shopping or park or cooking together. As it is, the mandatory weekly get - together of all the Indian wives in the building was a total horror to me.
I finally escaped them whem we left that country. Some of them are still living there and sometimes I get a wicked feeling to reveal to them what I secretly thought about their Get Togetheres but I have restrained myself well enough.

Ah well, to each his own !
I understand full well they all have as much right of behaving and acting or believing as they do as I have of mine - none is wrong - it is just the the point of view and personal inclination, likes and dislikes that make something  appear wrong or right.

Saree - The Worst Dress Ever...!!!

Saree, the oldest Indian costume and undoubtedly more beautiful and sexy than the most beautiful dress in the entire world, is hardly a dress worth any more appriciation than already been given. In fact, the more I think about it, the less I like it and so will you too.

I wonder if it is lack of dressing imagination of Indian tailors/designers or prejudiced mind of Indian males who prefer keeping their women folk hidden like the cave of Monte Cristo, that saree happens to be the only dress of Indian women . Thanks to the modernisation creeping into the society women have begun breaking the shackles of these six yards so that they can now be seen in some other dresses as well but even then it remains the major dress of the Indian sub-continent but for every possible occasion in life whether big or small,important or ordinary, happy or sad, saree is the only dress for them. They get married in saree, get pregnant in it, spend their pregnancy and even give birth in it. Some of them have even gone to war in them, remember Rani of Jhansi or Rani durgavati etc. etc? Rest every other occasion is but comparatively small.
Attending religious and cultural ceremonies, parties, social gatherings or any special occasion etc in saree makes a lot of sense but I don't think spending one's entire lifetime in it, going to sleep every night and waking up ( with the saree still intact on your body !!), going to the washroom for necessary daily rituals( how???), yes, you're right, in a saree, and accomplishing every domestic chore, is, if not impossible than is decidedly more inconveniencing and tiresome than you can possibly imagine.

First and the formost it is the most inconveniencing dress ever; it entails difficulties at every step and turn like obtaining matching falls, petticots and blouses, getting it piquot stitched, timetaking precision (and a fanless room) in wearing it correctly, securing it with pins if you can't do without them, keeping the pleats and the pallu in their asigned places while you walk, sit or stand or wash, starch, iron and fold it.
Furthermore, its disadvantages far greatly outweigh its advantages.
You cannot participate in any light sporting activity like biking, cycling, running, jumping etc. Those who do ride a twowheeler or a cycle wearing a saree look like aliens from Pluto. You can't bodily fight with anyone even in a jest - a single wrong move from your opponent can leave you more than redfaced !
About saree, it is said, it hides everything it should ( come on, we all know what you are talking about, ok? ) and reveals everything it should. Very true, until your pallu drops down suddenly ( and believe me, if you haven't pinned it down, it will drop more than 100 times in a minute) and your blouse is not a high neck like a nun's gown. Even if the blouse is moderately high necked it can still embarrass you.
You can't even sit on floor or squat or crawl - the six yards make sure you stay at limited places in limited postures.
Cooking in a saree is a great well known fire hazard and so is celebrating festivals like deepavali or any other festival where oil lamps are lit and you have to roam about dangerously near them.
It is neither winter and summer friendly nor rainy. I cannot imagine how women can tolerate it when atmospheric temperatures sore to 42 degrees. In winters no woolen apparal except the shawl and overcoat goes well with the dress; woolen scarves, caps, hats, mufflers, jackets, coats, pullovers, skivies, cardigans, sweaters, gloves even socks look incongruous if worn on a saree. That's why you will rarely see a lady in saree and woolens as well on special occasions or ceremonies no matter if its freezing outside. In rainy season, it is easier to get soaked completely even in short mild showers and then, believe me, every wet woman is not sexy.

If you can still attribute all these mishappenings to sheer chance and misfortune instead of blaming the lovely costume, it still remains to be reminded that women use their saree as a multi purpose cloth which not just covers their whole body and make them look beautiful but is terribly handy at all times as a hanky, duster and a kitchen/toilet/facial tissue paper. Most of them ( when not being watched by somebody ) happily wipe off or blow their nose, sneeze or caugh into it,clean their eyes, wipe their sweat or grime, brush clean with their pallu a dirty or dusty seat before sitting on it, while doing kitchen work will dry plates and spoons with it, or use it to hold a hot utensil, while in washroom or at the wash basin they dry their hands with it, touch up their make up, wipe off or adjust their lipstick/ liner, powder etc or brush away food crumbs from their lips and fingers after having a sumptuous meal. When they feel hot they even use it to fan themselves. They even use the same for their babies and kids too.
Some other more notorious uses are using it as a bath towel or a bathrobe, making it into a rope to hang from the dreaded ceiling fan, strangling a neck or climbing down 4 stories with its help to escape or elope.

I still haven't been able to figure out how women in saree manage the loo or the washroom. In India usually the washroom floors are all wet and dirty; putting two and two together, does it take much effort to imagine what must happen if just at the right time you forget or fail to gather up your saree properly? Wow ! How many a times men must have cuddled romantically in a beautiful pallu which had just brushed past a toilet seat or a dirty wet washroom floor !!!! That reminds me, I also wonder how men make love to their woman if she is in a saree.... I mean do they really take it off or just lift it up? And what happens if a man tries to take off a saree that is thoroughly pinned at 5-6 junctures? Well, of course, either the saree will tear or the man's hands will. Ha ha ha ha ha ha

Speaking thus must make you all think I am against the saree. No , not at all. I find it the most beautiful and sexiest dress in the world and would willingly wear if the occasion demands it but definitly I regard it a great "no no" on every other routine days when you need to be quick, rushy, comfortable and capable of doing everything inside the house as well as outside. The saree is rather like the peacock feathers - extremely beautiful but without much purpose or utility.