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Objectification of Women

“It’s completely normal to objectify women.” “It’s normal to get aroused by getting even a glimpse of any of women’s body parts.” Seriously? Recent studies have actually shown that it’s the male brain’s perception to see women as sex objects. Perhaps, it has something to do with the male reproducing hormone, Testosterone, which has got the better of males and is responsible for heinous crimes against women. In humans, there are usually two sexes. Both are differently programmed, both see the same things from a different perspective, both sexes differ in ideology and also differ in physicality. I am not stereotyping any gender but it is the way every human has been brought up and raised. If the person is a girl, she will be restrained to do a certain type of work only. If the person is a boy, he will be taught to bottle up his emotions until they burst out some day. Now we come to nature’s way of programming men and women. Research has revealed that men are biologically pro

Liking and Love

If you like someone, you tell them. Isn’t it? But how do you know you like someone? Well, we all have different tastes according to our thoughts and ideologies. You can casually like anybody from their face structure, jawline, dressing sense, body language, hair style, voice, eyes, eye color, hands, legs, cheeks or chin! You can like someone without even knowing them properly. It is like a crush which keeps on changing with time. At different times in our life, we start liking different people according to our thinking and maturity levels. Liking a particular person is naturally linked to our hormones and generally doesn’t last longer unless worked upon because it can be one-sided and gradually mutualized as two people start knowing each other. The feeling of liking someone is generally associated with hormonal imbalances that occur inside the body. ‘Adrenaline rush’, ‘butterflies in the stomach’ and ‘falling head over heels’ are some of the phrases associated with

A painful memory part 2

Read the first part of the story, here . ************************* My father had come home after a long day. “Honey, I’m home” my father said. My mother and I quickly gathered ourselves. My father made a presence after sometime in the kitchen. “What happened?” He asked to both of us. I replied “Nothing.” He smelt something fishy. He noticed something that my mom was hiding behind her back. “What’s that?” my father asked to her. “It’s nothing, Manish” my mother replied. He gradually went near her and extended his arm to see what she was hiding. He took the picture from her and stared at it for a while. “Honey, are you serious?” he asked her. “Yes, I told her the entire story” she replied. She couldn’t control her tears. “Beta, you got to understand…whatever she did she had a reason” my dad consoled me. “I know, dad. I know” I replied to him. I added “but I can’t even be

A painful memory part 1

I was searching for something in my Mom’s room as I found something else. I found a picture of my mother standing besides a man who looked her age. He definitely didn’t look like my father. I went to the kitchen. “Sasha, did you find the purse?” my mother asked. “No, mom. I found something else” I replied. “And what’s that?” she wondered. I showed her the picture I carried. She stared at it for a while before breaking down in front of me. I asked her “What happened, ma? Why are you crying?” “Beta, I’m sorry. I’ve not been truthful to you.” “Who’s this guy, mom? Just tell me.” “You won’t believe.” “Just tell me. There’s nothing to hide.” I had enraged tears on my eyes. “He’s your father.” “What? No, no, no, no! My father is your husband. My dad.” I freaked out. I couldn’t grasp what she had just said. How was he my father? “Before your father, I had him. His name is Rishi.”

The conversation part 2

Read the first part,  here . *********************************************** It was getting dark. We hadn’t talked to each other in hours. We even dined separately when the 3 rd stop of the day was taken at a restaurant. It was around 10 in the night that she suddenly broke the ice. She asked casually “Hey, are you shy?” I replied “Umm…I am an introvert.” “So, you take time to open up.”   “I think so.” “Okay, tell me. Have you ever been with any girl? Any past relationships?” “Nope. I think I was in love with somebody before but it was not a relationship. It was all too one-sided.” I grinned. “Ohh” she sighed. “What happened with her?” “Well, she was too attractive.” “Huh!” She laughed. “Okay, on a serious note she never quite understood me. It’s nobody’s fault though. For years, I thought what went wrong or if something was wrong with me. But I realized that it is how it always is going to be. Nobody can change her feeling towards me.