oh!!! wo-(man-ia)
edition 3 may‘2014
Role Reversal
What if one fine day, we all woke up, and
found things changed. Totally. Like this,
perhaps.
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The man, the guy, the husband, getting up
to the alarm clock and rushing to the
kitchen and making tea, while the lady
rests for a few precious minutes more. The
lady wakes up naked, bare chested, with
boxers on, and the man struggles to keep
his tank tops and long pajamas on while
struggling in the kitchen in the Indian heat,
trying to make breakfast, lunch all at the
same time!
Multitasking.
And woman, she wakes up in her own
sweet time, zombie-walks to the basin and
brushes her teeth while she talks to her
mom on the phone. The mom is also
reading the newspaper and sipping tea,
while the father is busy in the kitchen, just
like the husband. They exchange the
updates and feel proud of their husbands.
The lady then chats about the headlines,
while the man realizes his ‘nightfall’ has
begun, are incessant and he is ejaculating
every minute. He needs a pad. He'd stain
otherwise. He knew this would happen. It
happens every month. Periods! Ejaculation
for 4 straight days, and the discharge,
draining the entire energy of him. Sigh!
And despite all that, he never misses
making breakfasts, lunch and dinner for
family.
The woman is so proud of her man. She
just wonders, what did God think, before
making this system! She appreciates her
man nonetheless.
And when, the wife has no work on
weekends, the man meticulously goes to
the salon on Saturday mornings and gets
his chest waxed. Legs and arms too. He
wants his woman to feel him smooth and
nice. Plus cleanliness is good. And he
makes it a point that he is ready for a nice
evening date. The woman loves it when her
man is the vain types. Beauty, looks and
all.
The man wonders what he should wear for
the evening date. Tight trousers, to
enhance his assets? Or a shorter one, so
that the view is clearer? He can wear a nice
white shirt, covering up his waxed, plain
chest, and flaunt nice tight, provoking
denims. The other women, apart from his
girl, would surely stare at him too.
Sometimes he wonders why he is stared at
so often by passersby, especially women?
God has bestowed him and his clan with an
asset, equipment and there is nothing to
be ashamed of. What's there to stare? But
women stare as if they are talking to his
pelvic bones and not to him. The man feels
thoroughly offended. He has a face, he has
eyes, and the woman should look at the
face while talking and not stare below his
belt.
This perversion perhaps is the reason for
so many Man-Rapes in the country he
believes. The psychology of women. Sick!
They always stare at men as if they have
sinned for carrying the means of
procreating. Do the men ever look at their
breasts, even when they sit naked, with
boxer shorts, exposing everything, just
because they have the right to? It's an
unfair world for the men.
After accepting the egg from the woman,
donating his sperm, carrying the baby,
facing the pain of delivering a child from a
tiny gap, bringing up a family, having
nightfalls after nightfalls every month, the
cramps, the mood swings associated with
that, they don't understand the pain men
go through.. And despite all that, they are
not thankful to men, most of the times.
The man wonders when the day will come
when he could live openly, without the fear
of being stared at his penis, without being
afraid of women raping him in the night
streets, without people staring at his
staine