Everywhere I look I see men and women behaving badly. I used to think this kind of thing happened to other people but it has inflitrated my home and my very family.
My little sister picked up a knife and attacked my brother. She almost killed him. Luckily, he caught her hand in time and brought her to face the rest of our family so that they may see what kind of person she is. They refused to believe him. He was mad at them. She was very good at deceiving people.
One of the last people I expected to show a violent streak was my Aunt Nilu – my paternal aunt. She has always been the kind and gentle one I could come to in my moments of trouble. One day she just turned around and struck at her Husband, my Uncle and went to the police station and turned the tables, who in turn arrested her husband’s whole family. The poor Uncle and his family have been getting in and out of the snail phased Indian courts for past eight year, who simply refuses to accept they are innocent; while my aunt is settled with a new Uncle who was her office school sweetheart and have a child whom she enjoys abusing and spanking.
Seriously, Females are always complaining about harassment in the workplaces. If you ask me, I think a lot of female employees harass their male co-workers and even bosses, just because they can get away with it. I mean, those moronic judges and juries find it impossible to believe that women in power are capable of abusing it and turn the workplace into a nightmare world for the working man. It’s women like my cousin sister Kamalika who give the workplace a bad name. When she was caught red handed by her company for misappropriation of client’s funds and company assets and was in the process of being terminated when she dropped the bomb-shell of complaining to the authorities of sexual harassment if not relieved with the due respect instead of a termination so that she could get another job. Today she is misappropriating another company’s funds and assets to satisfy her material greed. I don’t think Kamalika’s threat about sexual harassment was a random one. I think she might be planning to make a false accusation against even the richest and the most powerfull CEOs.
I put her, my aunt and my sister in the category of worthless women who whine and continue having their way by deceiving all under the cover of sexual vulnerability.
Now, there is no one I can trust. There is an epidemic of violence around me. It would seem that women are catching up to men in violent crimes. Women abuse their children, their spouse, their friends, relatives, colleagues even strangers. Verbal bashing and slapping as well as attacks with knives and other things are all examples of domestic violence. Men and women can be victims as well as perpetrators. The police and the law seem unwilling to admit that women are capable of doing the same evil deeds that some men do. There is a shroud of secrecy there. Abused men have been complaining for years. Now I see the evil that some women do – I realized it when I saw it in my own family, until then I too never believed we women could be more evil, than evil can be. It frightens me.
It reminds of a movie I saw not long ago. Dawn of the Dead. In this movie, a virus started turning people into violent zombie-like killers and very few normal humans remained to face them. I feel like everywhere around me, men and women are becoming monsters. The cops and the law only stop violent men. They let violent women walk away with a slap on the wrist. It is frightening how much some women will get away with by playing victim. The man is not always the bad guy. Sometimes, the man who beats the woman could be defending himself from a feral attacker. Yet the cops and the law refuse to acknowledge it.
I am living in my neighborhood. I slowly witness my cousin, aunt and sister becoming violent monsters that someday I must face. My cousins are frightened. There is so much to fear in the outside world. Home is supposed to be safe. When will the law realize that some women really do commit acts of domestic violence toward their children, spouses, relatives, colleagues and even the society?
Not as long as the Fanatic Feminist movement is around to make all the men look bad and blame all of society's problems on them. Yes, I call them fanatics because they do all evil and like the fanatic terrorists and then seek refuge under the cause making believe the blind that they are right in their act of doing wrong. Granted, some men do bad things but the women are even worse. We as a society must open our eyes and look for signs of trouble and find ways to deal with them. Our husbands, boyfriends, girlfriends, wives and children are not safe as long as we refuse to recognize that domestic violence is a two-way street. Don't listen to the fanatic feminist propaganda, people. Open your eyes.
Don't lose hope. You are not alone. Although the media does not think women are capable of hurting men, it does happen. The bias against men shows at almost every level in society. In college campuses. In the courtroom. In the home. Wherever you go, the radical fanatic femnazis are continuing their evil work. They pretend to want to help women. They do not help women. What they want to do is to destroy the family the foundation to any society including the Indian society and increase the number of fatherless children in India like in the West . They consider marriage and having children as being a trap for women. Many women want to get married and have kids and there is nothing wrong with that at all. These radicals pretend to be the allies of the society. They pretend to want to help the children and the old achieve equal rights. They do not truly desire that. What the fanatic femnazis want to do is destroy the existing societal structure. They think all men are evil and all women are innocent and victims. They don't want equal rights. They want special rights. They think they are untouchable and no one dares to oppose them. Anyone who opposes a fanatic feminist, no matter how radical becomes demonized by the fanatic femnazis's secret weapon, media manipulation and government manipulation.
These fanatic radicals have betrayed feminism. They don’t want equal rights for women and men. They want to destroy. I don't consider them human anymore. And I consider myself a Humanist.
Hopefully, in future time, people will realize how anti-male and anti-family these so-called activists are. People will cease to listen to their garbage and men and women will move toward a better future as friends, lovers and equals.
Tuesday, 1 July 2008
Monday, 30 June 2008
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.
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.
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