Time for Indian Men to remasculinise!!

I've got a secret to share with you. This is one of womankind's deepest secrets. The sisterhood might want my head if they found out I told on them. But I don't care anymore. And I don't care what the sisterhood says or does anymore. I'm a man, free to love whoever I choose and screw however I damn well please. End of story.

Womankind has many secrets which baffle even the smartest of men. These secrets, every woman is sworn to keep. Women's wild ways keep men guessing throughout the centuries. The secret to taming men is part sexual, part psychological and part physical in nature. I'm going to teach you gentlemen how to take control of the women in your lives and become the men both they and you wish you were. It's gonna be better for everyone in the end. Trust me. To hell with feminism, let's embrace remasculinization.What is remasculinization? It means to render something more masculine than it was before. If you were to remasculinize Salman Khan, you'd turn him into Amitabh Bachan. Do you understand it now? Cool. Let's move along. First, I had to find myself an average man. A completely average man. He can't be a total loser or an irresistible stud. He also can't be filthy rich or dirt poor. He can't be depressed and suicidal or completely happy-go-lucky. I found the perfect man at Bangalore. His name was Mister India. A tall, somewhat nice-looking dark young man. He was a student at IIT, working for a top notch IT firm. He lived in a mediocre suburb not far from the IT Hub with his parents, a retired government employee Mister Bapu India and a school teacher Mrs. Bharathi. How much more average can you get? I then found a common career minded woman of similar background Miss Pooja, working as an analyst in the same firm as Mister Indian.

She had the hots for him. He wasn't the super extrovert portrayed by Bollywood Idols on the silver screen or the shy bookworm seen in comic books. Somewhere in between was Mister India. She dolled herself to the nines. She stood five feet two inches tall, with a thick body, large breasts, wide hips and a big, plump ass. Her best assets were her face and ass. No lie. She’s cute in the face department and she’s got a nice ass. That's how she has always gotten the guys to notice her. So, as I said before, she approached Mr. India while he was at work. She tried flirting with him. He didn't respond. She could tell that he liked her but like many men in the Indian workplace, he thought any female would scream sexual harassment the moment he said hello. She felt sad that bitches like that ruined gender relations at the workplace. She really wouldn't mind if a cute guy at work flirted with her or asked for her number. She'd probably try to get a date out of it. But the women always want it both ways but can't have it like that. So, the guys are on the defensive. They don't do anything other than talk work with women at work. They don't flirt with women. They don't ask them out. They think women are all heartless robots who love money and have no feelings or human needs whatsoever. Well, some of the female robots at work, members of the feminist regime, fit in the cold and heartless category. The rest of them are human beings with emotional, physical and yes, sexual needs. She approached Mr. Indian another time. She saw him enter the book store one day when he wasn't working. She approached him then. His reaction was completely different. He was in his element. The very masculine sanctuary of the book store. He had a passion for comics. Spiderman. Batman. Superman. X-Men. Hellblazer. He loved them all. She liked comic books too, though not as much as he did. She gave him her name and number, and told him that anytime he wanted to talk comic books, he was welcome to give her a buzz. Then, she gently patted his shoulder, smiled and winked at him before leaving. He waved at her, then smiled and looked at the number. She went home, feeling very satisfied with herself. She had gotten his attention. Now, she needed to maintain it.She did some research on the handsome young black gentleman known as Mister India. He was a graduate of IIT. A brilliant student who could have gone to any of the big management schools but opted for a job instead. She had a bachelors degree in business administration from SMRK.

Anyhow, where was I? I was talking about her doing research on Mister India. Yeah, he attended IIT. They had some of the best facilities for a public college. She was on the Women's Basketball team at Poona University. But she wished she was that smart when she was his age.She waited for his call. When he finally called, she was excited but toned it down. He asked her out for a movie. They were showing Spiderman Three at the movie theater. she showered, put on a sexy dress, and went out to meet him. They met at INOX, the big movie theater in downtown Bangalore. He arrived, wearing a black leather jacket over a red shirt and blue jeans. He looked totally hot. They went in. She offered to split the bill. And he let her. She was surprised. Many times, the female half of the pair offers to pay but the male half doesn't let her. Well, this time, she had to foot the bill. She paid her half of the Thousand bucks for two tickets. They went into the theater upstairs, and got into their seats. Throughout the movie, she played the role of the vapid chick who doesn't get this or that. He put up with her nonsense for all of two minutes before telling her to can it. Again, she was surprised. Most times, guys will endure their girlfriends verbal nonsense for hours without saying anything. He was a stronger man than she previously thought. What a nice surprise. When the movie ended, they walked around Brigades. They talked about the movie, and a lot of other topics. She brought up the subject of Women's Health as an issue for equal rights. He had apparently given the subject some thought before since he knew a lot about the subject. He said that as a man living in Indian society, he was made more aware of women's health issues than of his own health issues. Men's Health Issues such as Prostate Cancer were never brought up. There were no people running for Prostate Cancer research. No big campaigns or advertisements. Men's Health Issues were neglected. She was stunned. She briefly interrupted him but he told her that he wasn't finished. He told her that he believed in equal rights for the sexes, along with equal responsibilities. He said that women had many choices that men didn't. Women could choose to work or not while men were faced with the draft. He told her that women in India had it much easier than men and ought to stop whining. Then, he stared hard at her and waited for her response.Truth be told, she was really surprised. She didn't know what to say. What he said made a lot of sense. She told him that while in many regards women had it easier, they still had a long way to go. He laughed and told her that she was taking the usual feminist cop-out. Then, he walked away from her. She called after him. He told her to have a nice life, and kept walking. She stood there, stunned for the thousandth time that night. She couldn't stop thinking about what he had said. Did women really have it easier than men in Indian society? Women didn't have to choose career or get into the money making grind. They were the first ones off a sinking ship, as seen in Titanic. They were also the majority on college campuses and a minority in prison, in spite being a majority among the general population. Women's health issues were considered national issues while Men's Issues were ignored by the media and the Powers That Be. She came to the sudden realization that yes, he was right. Women really had it easier and should count their blessings rather than continue to complain. She called after him one more time. But he was gone.She went home, deep in thought. She thought about all the things her feminist professors had told her over the years. They talked about women's past issues and past difficulties but seldom told women had to be grateful for their successes. Women had made much progress. Men had suffered in silence while women prospered. Women really had it better than men in many ways and should stop complaining.

Wow. That's my epiphany and it took a man to help a woman to come to it. What a man he was, that Mister Indian. I wish I could meet him and...and what? Salute him for being a broad-minded hunk! That's what an epiphany feels like, folks. I think Mister Indian is the first real man we need to be. He treated her like a person and didn't kowtow to her or put her on a pedestal. He stood by what he believed in. He fought for his rights. And he didn't care what society thought. He had his beliefs. There is the true essence of a real man. If there were more men like him around to bring enlightenment to people, India would be a better place.