The Evening- Part 2

Note: This post belongs to Void's Hall of Shame

Part 2? You might be wondering where the hell is part one? But see, on top it says this is my kingdom, so I am free to do as I see fit. But there is a problem, you are not my subjects, you are my friends, equals at the very least, in all probability much more, so I have to have an explanation in hope you will return again.

Actually its not all that complicated, I once pencilled a memoir and called it the evening, very unfortunately I lost it with a ridiculous virus attack on my pc... so this is The Evening-Part 2... Having no connection whatsoever to The Evening- part 1.

Let me explain to you how a memoir works in my realm. Its an utterly distorted, mysted incident that might have actually happened. It is exaggerated, places exchanged, at times even two memories combined, which again might not be mine. The memoir is almost never narrated through my eyes, I might not in actuality be even present at the center stage but may be a bystander on the next table. Facts are very often very accurate, but the people and places are so much distorted that it will be hard if you want to figure out exactly what it is that I am talking about, but still an interesting read...

The Evening Part 2

It was the biggest day of his life, still my best friend was not excited. His face was the same cold mask of calm as it is everyday. He laughed politely on my tailor made joke, with a bad punch line. I wasn't sure whether he even heard it or not, but I knew his mind was on other matters. This day might be the biggest of his life, by the standards of everyone else, but I who knew him best knew it wasn't for him. I knew his mind was troubled, his thoughts running haywire. You see last night he had finally confided in me, he had fallen in love. And the thing about him was he never confides anything in anybody! Although he was a good friend to have, always putting his friends before himself and helping them, but didn't let anybody help him. His personality was such that it never appeared to anybody even he might require assistance. And he never complained. I gave him his tie with the perfect double knot, and he smiled at me, checked his Grey Suit and tie in the mirror, glanced at his watch and said, "Its time."

The rest of the evening, passed very quickly. It was the going away party- The Farewell as we called it. The casual brother of what is the convocation. We were all finally getting our degrees and stepping out in the real world. The talks on all corners centered around the coming life, mainly the jobs everyone was offered. I danced, socialized with many friends. He spent the evening in a corner, near the water table. Having a word with anyone who stopped by. He was lately being considered an outcast, he had not sat for an interview with any company that has visited the campus in the last year of our studies and everyone thought he wasn't eligible. Many people were even surprised to see him, because they thought he was repeating the year. At long last, the ceremony started. Names rolled on one by one, each person's achievement through four years of college highlighted. As expected by many, including me (although for different reason, for I knew the truth), his name was skipped over. I could see his eyes darting to a woman in a stunning yet simple blue dress. He smiled when their eyes met, raised his glass to her and bowed. She smiled back, albeit a bit surprised. As the names of 350 people were being called one by one, I saw the two get together and exchange a few words. She laughed and left, to a black haired, black suited handsome man, walking down from the stage, who took her arm. They walked away, happy in each other's company. A shadow crossed my friend's eyes, but it went away as quickly as it had come. Finally we were at the end of the 352, to be exact. And suddenly our host called for our attention, a silent swept the room. I knew what it was, for it was I who had planned it.

"Ladies and gentleman put your hands together for the Achiever of the year, Marc Gonzalez... I am sorry, Doctor Marc Gonzalez. For, his thesis has just been approved, he will leave this college an expert, qualified above most teachers that taught him."

The Grey Suited man straightened his tie, a smile on his face, after a year's oblivion this was his moment while everyone else looked shocked. Tears rolled down my eyes, as I saw my best friend finally lifting the gold medal for topping the university and pocketing the replica PhD. The ten odd friends of his clapped vigorously in a vain attempt to lift the scattered half hearted applause. "Nobody will care," he had said, damn it he was right. As he made his way back down, I walked towards him and I instantaneously knew his eyes were searching the blue dress. But he embraced me nevertheless. He shook hands of everyone that came to congratulate him and hugged the ten people who clapped for him. In the midst of the humdrum, a hush was suddenly falling. And through the gap in the crowd I saw the black haired, black suited man on his knees, proposing to the girl in blue. I saw her nodding head, and I turned to my friend to see his eyes well up. But the tears were wiped away quickly, and he strode forward to congratulate the one in the blue dress as nothing had happened. I walked with him, half expecting him to collapse. He didn't, he hugged the one in the blue dress and wished her luck, before excusing himself. I also tried to excuse myself but caught myself in the moment, the one in the blue dress was looking at my friend walking away with the same expression in her moist eyes as my friend held a minute ago. As I finally started jogging to catch my best friend, I swear I heard her whisper, "If only."

Crazy Ideas Vol:2

"Feminism"



Many things prompted me to take up Women, as the next topic for my blog, and to ignore the sounds of roaring thunder that is to befell my head soon after this volume is published. Women will largely dominate this blog, through a guy's perspective, although I will also try to tackle the relationship we share with them and scratching the surface of homosexual tendencies (of guys hence the title-feminism) finally ending with my own sexist tendencies.

Part 1
Guy-Gal Dynamics

If you have read Mario Puzo's "Fool's Die", you will perhaps agree with me it presents the dynamics of the relationships rather perfectly, that is, from a guy's perspective. He begins with a very interesting prologue where he promises to weave magic and present women in their naked honesty. He claims the women will come out better than men in the end. He also claims that men need women.

That was the second bit he got right. We will come to the first bit in some time, but first you must understand what I mean when I say the dynamics of the relationship from a guy's perspective.
You see, although the prologue deals almost exclusively with women and a promise on a book on feminism, the book hardly deals with it. Not that it isn't a great book, it is a stunner, but in no way a book on women. And from a guy's perspective that's the whole story. Give us a minute to think about it and women jump to our minds. But usually, most rational men gets too often too engrossed in what they are doing that they actually forget the women part in their lives, and this part comes and goes like a favorite TV show, that they absolutely love. So that book actually describes the dynamics of a guy-gal relationship, although not in a way you expect.

Now, in all seriousness I don't expect my mundane mind to figure out the dark complex mysteries of a feminine mind, what I will do instead is interpret some aspect which is more of a hunch based on incidents perhaps too complex to put down in words.

For me, the defining point of women will remain the attention, that they crave and the same that they refuse to pay. Can they be called self involved? I don't know, but I don't think that's what it is. I say this not to appease them, but in an attempt towards our all important goal of understanding them. And why is because of their overall softer nature, a plight is more likely to appeal to a woman than a man. Perhaps it has something to do with motherhood, I do not know. What I do know is the fact that men at least tend to pay more attention to their female friends, however vehemently they can deny it. Of women I don't know, but I can certainly say that a man is more likely to make a wonderful selfless gesture towards a female friend,(Friend, not girlfriend We will come to girlfriends later). On the contrary, woman will walk away leaving the foolish man in an embarrassment of his selfless ways while she accomplishes her "goals". But then the same guy is more likely a self centered jackass, while around other people. I don't know about women, but if I am to hazard a guess based on reasonable assumptions I would say she would be similar, at least with a guy she considers an equal. And I also believe, for every woman, this number of equals is pretty low, and this number is inversely proportional to the attention she gets in the first place.

This equal again is a very important term, and I truly am at a loss to discover the magic formula. When I recked my brains the only thing that made sense to me was perhaps the equals is a random term or perhaps every girl have their own magic formula. I am willing to believe a mix of two, chance adding to the magic formula, more likely dominating it. Having said that, from a guy's perspective, the most important thing is positioning. I have found that the girls are very easily impressed/awed and in the end it all comes down to positioning and timing. But this is again related to the attention they usually get. By positioning I mean, exactly what it sounds like. The girl needs to know who you are. It doesn't hurt to have a good reputation or looks, these are the catalysts. But I have come to believe, in the end, these don't matter much. I also found that while saying the right things is necessary, action still speak louder than the words. And of course when I mean saying the right things is necessary, I meant knowing when to shut up too. You see, talking is women department and that is something a guy should never forget. Even the girls who you will deem shy will talk more than a guy, so if the talk ratio approaches 50-50, that dynamics is in trouble and will shift pretty soon. I find 60-40 to be the perfect, because man gives the woman the hold, but still enough for himself to have his say. Although 70-30 is acceptable, any dynamics below that is tending to shift.

Another thing I have found rather fascinating is the fact it is up to women to make the decisions, and here I am talking about modern day relationships, not about our parents, which of course shows dynamics of a fast fading era. The decision making process rests with Women, surprisingly due to something they hate! Sexism!! In college-life-relationship these include time of meeting (decided according to girl's schedule), place (decided according to her mobility ) and most important of all, what is good/bad,private/public and so on (according to her judgment). Now well the first two are more obvious cases of sexism whether women "decide" to acknowledge them or not. While the third one, yes, how the hell did that become sexist. Guys don't realize but the third one is snuck in either when they don't realize or have been manipulated enough so they are just waiting to slice their right hands and gift it to them.

The fact is guys mostly grumble about one or two, in fact mostly one. But what they don't realize all this time is the fact, the third one is basically the governing factor. Because the third one actually dictates the life outside of college, if the relationship survive the brutal transformation. The third is the most significant weapon, it can vary from pouting of mouth to sad eyes, looking down. But actually I have said this about Hitler and I repeat it about the girls. Hitler came to power only because he actually believed in antisemitism (anti Jew feelings), he truly believed he was ridding Germany of evil and he sold it. Same goes for girls, whatever they do, you can never actually take away the one thing, they are believers. And I don't say this lightly but as a tribute to the most fascinating aspect of womanhood, they actually believe in the goodness of a man, of something even we can not see but it is there and she sees it and perhaps inspire us to change, for better or for worse, I don't know. I haven't allowed anyone to change me yet, but when it does happen, hell that transformation will be awesome.


And thus I sign off the pretty amazing journey through guy-gal dynamics, there is still a lot left to be said. After all, a woman is not just about her relationships, As of this moment I am at 1300 words, which is quite enough length for a single post. I will soon add the parts 2 onwards to make a complete study.... till then cheerioz