A bride and the groom where at the altar ready to exchange the ring… a kid in the audience asked his Mom
Kid: Mom, why is the lady wearing a white gown?
Mom: She is very happy about the occasion so she is wearing a white gown to show her happiness
Kid: Then, why is the man wearing a black suit?
It was a lazy week end and one of the news paper supplements had this joke, I slowly flipped to the next page. Pictures/photos attract me much more than words…I cannot remember the heading of the article but it had a photo of a rally conducted by the women folk, who held a few hand written posters…one of it read
“Violence free home is a woman’s dream”
“Ya, they deserve a violence free home” thought my mind and slowly sank into my bamboo chair and watched the idiot box. With noting worthwhile to watch, my thoughts fluttered around the activities that happened that week and as the famous quote goes…
“Idle mind is a devil’s workshop”
My thoughts wandered around the activities that happened in the van on my trip back home from work.
The trip back home
The person right behind me was on the phone and was trying to persuade a subordinate to stay in the same project and flattered him by saying “you are one of the best resources…Mr. Manager has got high regards for you”. The conversation quickly ended when my “van buddy“, left the choice to his subordinate to rethink on his decision and get back.
He then dialed another number and started off with a few sweet talks…I figured out that it was a lady on the other end. Slowly his voice increased and he grunted few times to indicate to his lady that he was suffering from cold, which attracted the rest of the buddies to give him a sarcastic look. But I had a dry smile…looks like my van buddy has not had a lot of good times in his life or probably, having his last set of good times before marriage.
Soon the van stopped to pick up a few more employees (mostly women) from another location before heading home.
Inhuman act
All of them settled down, van buddy had a companion apart from the one on the phone. I slowly dozed off. All of a sudden I was woken by a sound and pain on my thumb. Writing pad with a clip on one end fell on me; the sharp end of the clip hit my thumb. Fit of rage hit my head and picked up the writing pad to whack the female sitting in front of me but I composed myself (undue powers of the women folk can brand me as an eve teaser) and wrote my name and employee ID (that is what it was meant for) and passed it to van buddy to do the same. I was still furious and wanted to note down her employee ID, to send a stinker the next day. Again, the undue power of women folk will portray it as harassment, hence decided against it. I was furious about the inhuman act…but she did not bother to apologies, let alone an apology she did not even bother to turn back to find out as to what happen. Over the corner of my eyes I saw a few people looking at me, I sulked and tried doze off again.
To comfort myself I thought of her as a “witch” like those old cartoon where a slim, beautiful young lady will turn into an old witch with a sieve in her hand the only difference was the cartoon character was slim and beautiful in the beginning but the reality “witch” was a little plump and definitely not beautiful.
Just then the phone rang; it was my friend who called me to remind me about swimming which we regularly go during the week ends. I got up from my bamboo chair and got ready for the time out with friends.
But on a serious note, I don’t see any difference between a racial abuse and her behavior
My question is “why this cruel behavior?”
If “Violence free home is a woman’s dream” then “Insult free world is a man’s dream“
Kid: Mom, why is the lady wearing a white gown?
Mom: She is very happy about the occasion so she is wearing a white gown to show her happiness
Kid: Then, why is the man wearing a black suit?
It was a lazy week end and one of the news paper supplements had this joke, I slowly flipped to the next page. Pictures/photos attract me much more than words…I cannot remember the heading of the article but it had a photo of a rally conducted by the women folk, who held a few hand written posters…one of it read
“Violence free home is a woman’s dream”
“Ya, they deserve a violence free home” thought my mind and slowly sank into my bamboo chair and watched the idiot box. With noting worthwhile to watch, my thoughts fluttered around the activities that happened that week and as the famous quote goes…
“Idle mind is a devil’s workshop”
My thoughts wandered around the activities that happened in the van on my trip back home from work.
The trip back home
The person right behind me was on the phone and was trying to persuade a subordinate to stay in the same project and flattered him by saying “you are one of the best resources…Mr. Manager has got high regards for you”. The conversation quickly ended when my “van buddy“, left the choice to his subordinate to rethink on his decision and get back.
He then dialed another number and started off with a few sweet talks…I figured out that it was a lady on the other end. Slowly his voice increased and he grunted few times to indicate to his lady that he was suffering from cold, which attracted the rest of the buddies to give him a sarcastic look. But I had a dry smile…looks like my van buddy has not had a lot of good times in his life or probably, having his last set of good times before marriage.
Soon the van stopped to pick up a few more employees (mostly women) from another location before heading home.
Inhuman act
All of them settled down, van buddy had a companion apart from the one on the phone. I slowly dozed off. All of a sudden I was woken by a sound and pain on my thumb. Writing pad with a clip on one end fell on me; the sharp end of the clip hit my thumb. Fit of rage hit my head and picked up the writing pad to whack the female sitting in front of me but I composed myself (undue powers of the women folk can brand me as an eve teaser) and wrote my name and employee ID (that is what it was meant for) and passed it to van buddy to do the same. I was still furious and wanted to note down her employee ID, to send a stinker the next day. Again, the undue power of women folk will portray it as harassment, hence decided against it. I was furious about the inhuman act…but she did not bother to apologies, let alone an apology she did not even bother to turn back to find out as to what happen. Over the corner of my eyes I saw a few people looking at me, I sulked and tried doze off again.
To comfort myself I thought of her as a “witch” like those old cartoon where a slim, beautiful young lady will turn into an old witch with a sieve in her hand the only difference was the cartoon character was slim and beautiful in the beginning but the reality “witch” was a little plump and definitely not beautiful.
Just then the phone rang; it was my friend who called me to remind me about swimming which we regularly go during the week ends. I got up from my bamboo chair and got ready for the time out with friends.
But on a serious note, I don’t see any difference between a racial abuse and her behavior
My question is “why this cruel behavior?”
If “Violence free home is a woman’s dream” then “Insult free world is a man’s dream“
The words are just for the rally
ReplyDeletewhich contradicts their actions is really folly.
This is nothing to comment on the gender,
"How people disguise?" is what I wonder.
Your unspoken reaction at that moment was the cause to fill this space. Thank that girl for that :-)
ReplyDeleteBut still you should have scolded or told her in your own stylish manner but sarcastically. mmm.. thought provoking blog. Hope that gal reads and realizes.