Here we go again. It’s that time of the year again when rose exports rise sharply and Hallmark’s are burnt ceremoniously. The big V day has come and gone. Reams of pop-newsprint proclaimed grooming advice for the perfect date and how to make relationships last, seemingly all aimed at men. Alas the raddi-walla will only give Rs 5 per kilo for it. In this post-post-modernist world of ours where does the new age man stand.
He’s the one with sensibilities trying to make sense of the fairer sex. Scarred by previous relationships that were supposed to have last a lifetime but were hastily cut short by restless women who refused to be tied down. Playing by the rulebook has never been harder because the petite things, with a toss of their pretty heads, have broken the rules.
Our world is changing or has already changed. Women are the heart breakers with a Zen-like philosophy towards relationships. Men practice Buddhism and yoga to relieve the stress of competing hard in the work place and working harder in the bedroom. The war of the sexes seems to have ended. They came, they saw and they changed us.
The playground is leveled. The roles have been reversed or doubled for us. The urban male is a better cook. He takes tips from his mother for getting his chappatis exactly round. He watches ‘Black’ with his platonic group of female friends and sheds silent tears while also being the one who opens doors and pulls chairs for them.
What happened to the uber-man, the alpha male? Humphrey Bogart never lamented saying goodbye to Ingrid Bergman in Casablanca. Why is it that Men can now just dream of being Clint Eastwood’s lone cowboy walking into the dusk, unattached and content in his solitude. Do Mark Darcys have a place in this world? Do they, we ask politely, have an evolutionary future or will they be culled silently. Unfit to be evolved further are they going to be the Dodo’s of humanity, only fit as case studies for future social psychology students?
No! Comrades its time to stand up, the revolution is here. It’s the dawn of the Men Liberation movement. Our voice will be heard. Its time we rid ourselves of this longing to settle down and while we at it try and find out where this feeling emanates in the first place. We believe it’s a subtle sabotage conspired by the enemy. Yes Comrades they are the enemy. Do not let them deceive us! Listen to your blood. Now howl with me. We are the wolves free to go where we please, the open scape is ours to prowl. Now howl with me… howl I said, not whimper.
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