Before you begin to court any of my family members, i suggest you take a look at this-
Last week a cute guy cooked yum french toasts for five 'just woke up from a nice slumber' women. While the women lazed around on the floor of their living room, a man was sweating it out in the kitchen beating eggs and grating cheese. What makes this even more interesting is-
1. It was at the house of the lazy devils.
2. Some of us were tired from working all day while the chef was on a pseudo vacation.
This is luxury. And it is not such a rare sight as it sounds. We've had quite a few 'homely?' men cooking sumptuous breakfasts and late lunches for us. Probably more number of times than we have been in that kitchen. Lemon/Darjeeling tea, black coffee, cold pizza and maggi is what rules our kitchen otherwise. But they’ve all fazed out after a while.
This is the new age I am talking about. It has begun to gather momentum and my generation will be the one accelerating it (I’ve dozen more examples of this). This is the time for young women to carry a smart phone in one hand and a cocktail in another, talk business and poetry with same elegance, make a mark in office every single day and throw a party every single night, die for their family and friends, and show the middle finger to anyone who tries to mess with them. It makes one wonder if ‘Sex and City- Delhi/Mumbai’ version can be better than the original.
This generation will remain an outcaste, a minority because of the millions who still are simply happy making meals for their husbands and bearing children. The latter ones are those spoiling this intolerant society of ours.
Does our community dream the same? Sure, it plays a part. But definitely not ready to give up on our free will, individualism, professionalism, parents and our own friends. And so, to all the men who have tried to love us, cook for us, wait for us, take care of drunken us... Sorry guys, but there are five women who love, understand, support and take care of each other and are damn comfortable with each other’s vices…so unless you stop trying to change us, I suggest you get a life and find someone else to massage your chauvinist egos. Cheers!!!
