Just in the past 24 hours, I came across more than a few incidents to make me wonder, whether we should celebrate women’s day or not…..
The number of rapes reported in the Indian capital in 2005 alone - a wopping 640 .
A 24 year old woman was molested inside Delhi secretariat - the capital's head quarters.
A Bangalore software engineer was arrested for killing his wife seeking dowry...
The number of rapes reported in the Indian capital in 2005 alone - a wopping 640 .
A 24 year old woman was molested inside Delhi secretariat - the capital's head quarters.
A Bangalore software engineer was arrested for killing his wife seeking dowry...
posted by the silhouette | Wednesday, March 08, 2006
3 Comments:
Gosh u women r such a nag!! u r never happy. I mean, what else do u want? U got reservations every where…be it education, govt. services, banking, busses, trains, law and order…..God, u even hv a bloody day reserved for u…now what? stop nagging, willya?
On one hand u shout for equal rights and on other u hv “ladies seat” and “ladies compartment” (well, wat happened to equal rights?)
Ok , before u unsheath your sword and draw blood, I have to go on record saying that I have nothing against women and I have full respect for them….and I can never deny that they are the better half of this planet, without whom I wouldnt have even survived a day.
But I have a question…… Isn't man essential to a woman, in her life as a woman to man? Then why isn't there a single day honoring the respectful deeds done by some wonderful men. Of course not all men are scumbags...most of the guy out there would agree that these scumbags are just exceptions and not examples…… wat say guys?....jess
NAG??? u call us nags?? So u wanna tell me that u men don't nag, huh??
OK Bitch, u asked for it. “Make ur mind!! First u tell us we are watching too much sports and now u tell us we watch too much porn!! ”
So here’s the nag story.
Ya, men nag too. But the difference is that women------not all women for sure; they use the hairbrush----nag righteously. Nagging of course is a way of exercising power. If you keep saying the same thing to your man all day, sooner or later your man is gonna think that he can’t get u rite, in fact, get anything rite. She on the other hand has got it rite. Because she knows. That’s why she is nagging.
Sustained nagging is injurious to health. You may lose weight, your hair may fall. An accomplished nag undermines your self- confidence. It takes about two minutes to do that. Outside the window, the sky is blue, and the weather is cool. Inside, Kenwood is playing the Chopin, and then your girl, snorting, enters in that ridiculous sagging shirt and sagging pajamas of hers, not taking the least care what a fright she looks like in her outré couture to her nervous wreck of a man busy regressing to foetal position behind a cushion, unable to fathom the demands of a demented world that had been taken over by women who still look like women and act like boss----And she has now come without knocking on the door to take up the refrain that sleep stole from her lips at 12o’clock the wretched night before: “Are you going to buy the microwave today? Because we need that microwave, okay? Because the microwave is what we really need, and so let’s just buy and be done with it, and lemme know if u r planning not to, best buy it now b’coz there’s holi discount going on, but first things first, are u buying it b’coz u said last night u were going to, and don’t say you don’t have money now in the morning, coz that’ll be pathetic and u always never have any money for anything, I don’t even know what I saw in you, and hello its not as if the bloody thing is for my personal pleasure, thank u, coz unlike other women, I ask for nothing, and I mean nothing and if I had a job I would have bought it like that, but I gave up the job, remember, for u and the family, and never mind that, I m used to my sacrifices going unacknowledged, though I m not sure what I m doing in this dump without even a microwave which is NOT for me, excusez moi, so please, are u buying it today?”
No, of course not. Last night he was actually thinking maybe he will, but not now, not after that inspired, righteous spell of nagging. If she had given him sex, or at least a massage, or maybe just a cup of coffee or something and wore a perfume and looked like before, there might have been a chance. But not after this performance of a lifetime calculated to finish him once and for all and he, conscious of his manhood shriveling like a mummy come to cruel light.
Women r professionals when it comes to nagging, and they actually get pleasure out of it. But the results are almost always negative. On microwave for example, is likely to make its appearance at the end of the spell. Coz depriving her of her microwave is the only way of getting back at her. Women always miss the picture for the detail. At any moment, a small issue, a broken pipe, a missing key, a microwave or a dozen unbought eggs, can, by means of harping on it, be blown into the proportion of a relationship-threatening disaster which only a divorce can resolve. Or suicide. Or murder.
Ah, let go. All around us, real tragedies are taking place. Earthquakes, cyclones, and Tsunami. Riot-orphaned children. Bomb-blasted lives. Racked, ragged humans. Count your blessings, Woman. Nag not. Life is too short. And the tunnel long.
luv vish
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