"Ek ladki ko samajhna mumkin hi nai, namumkin hai"
Perhaps the most interesting topic to be discussed in this world is 'Women' and that's the precise reason of it being the topic of my first blog. You may love her, hate her, may look up to her, envy her but the truth at the end of day is you can't live without her. Well that's what all matters, as some may say. Most historians, world leaders have proclaimed that our society will only be a good place to live in if women are given their due respect. World around people talk about protecting endangered non-human beings to prevent an ecological imbalance. I believe that equally holds true for women. Right from bringing us in to this world as a mother, to the naughty but caring sister, the lady love of our life and then the most precious gift from God in form of a daughter - they pretty much ensure the balance in our life.
But as people say, nothing is perfect in this world and so are women. In my limited interactions with women around the globe (thanks to my current job), the only certain thing about them is the uncertainty, mystery around them. As rightly described in a famous Bollywood movie - after creating a woman, neither God nor men have been able to sleep peacefully. Even a lifetime of togetherness is not enough to understand a woman's psyche - perhaps the most difficult PhD course the world has ever known and will know. No library around the world would ever be enough to prepare you for this exam. No matter the volumes of text you may read, one is sill bound to be stumped in this exam of life - it's like the on-job training which is a never ending exercise. In an argument when she is wrong, she is right and when she is right, she is obviously right - you don't have a choice to argue on this especially when the question is on your survival. Being optimistic of winning an argument with women is an illusion equal to believing that a 9-5 job exists!
Getting into a relationship reminds me of a conversation with my friend who terms this as getting drowned in a pond (well marriage is getting drowned in a river). He describes this as a pond which is immensely beautiful, attractive, full of lotus. One day or the other, men would be enchanted to this 'mayanagri'. No matter how much self-disciplined a person may be, the urge of going near this pond is irresistible. Maximum drown in this innocent endeavour of theirs and only a handful few are able to taste its waters once and come back safely. They are the ones who presumably did many a noble deeds in their previous birth.
I totally second these thoughts of my friend. Many a conversations with women start as an acquaintance with a motive to become friends one day. A series of such conversations leads one to the judgement day. Maybe a split second of time is all what men have to understand the breaking point of friendship and start of a story. Thoughts of constant tracking, questions and answers, tantrums is what scares the hell out of me.
A question that may be asked is how can one write about women if a drowning experience does not exist - 'Well remember that the coach never plays on the field'!
