Venky, The male chauvinist.

Ahhh, Its been more than a month since I touched my blog. That reminds me of an interesting conversation I had with Sayesha, the chronic blogger friend of mines. I asked her once about her ability to churn out posts with amazing regularity and questioned her about how she finds time. She, matter of factedly (is that a word??), replied that if you like something then you will always find time for it.

Shit, that does put my passion for writing in a poor light. So what else did I find time for, during the past month, that has stirred my passion? Let me see, I remember a lot of sleepless nights, there was definitely loads of project work, I remember something involving lots of thick books, and surely I can’t forget those end term exams. Right, all those seems to be definitely more interesting than writing about myself :(.

Finally, now that a new term has started in college, sanity has returned and once again my room is back to its normal self wherein I can actually find my keys, watch, or wallet without having to sift through piles of books.
Ahh that again brings us to an interesting topic why is it that a bachelor’s room is typically one where you find things lying all around and is more often than not associated with a pig sty. At the same time if the room is that of a female, married or unmarried you more or less expect it to be orderly and clean. I know exceptions are always there but I guess the above statement summarizes an important norm in the society.

Most of the movies portray the husband and wife fighting over shoes lying around or clothes on the bed. I can imagine when my mother will first visit my room in my college the scene would be something like this.

My expectation:
Mom to me: Ohh beta you have lost so much weight. Don’t u eat properly???

Reality:
Mom to me: Venkyyyyyyyyy how can anybody live in such conditions???
Me: Ma what is wrong?

Then she will push me aside and get down to arranging my room and only when she is done with it will she get back to the “you have gone down” part.

Ok I maybe exaggerating but you get the general drift of what I am trying to convey. So what is it that drives this marked difference, after all it is the era of equality.

Is it the hormones?? Is it that testosterone rich, adrenalin pumping body of the males do not care for niceties and we are okay with anything. The answer seems to be no, the explanation according to me lies in the fact that males typically concentrate on things that come easy to us. For example I don’t see what is wrong if I put my shirt on an extra chair, I don’t need the chair for now, I need a place to put my shirt for a couple of hours until I go out again and for me it is as plain as 2 + 2 = 4 :). Why go through the trouble

1. Opening the cupboard
2. Taking out a hanger
3. Putting the shirt on the hanger
4. Putting the hanger back in the cupboard
5. Closing the cupboard

All this pain when I very well know that in two hours time I need to go out and will have to do five steps again to take out the shirt again specially when I have the option of utilizing an extra chair for the same purpose without taking as much trouble.

I actually find it easier to find my stuff when it is in a mess rather than the day when I clean up my room because then I tend to forget where I kept my stuff after cleaning.

I guess for us males, it is all about calculating the effort we put in and the result we get out of it. If we believe that a nice looking room is worth the effort then we would definitely put the effort. But you must remember we are talking about the male species who do not think twice about what dress to wear as compared to the fairer sex who would think about what her friend had worn for the last party and how she had worn the same dress four days back and spent an hour getting ready. (Kevin saysà Uff venky duffer why do you have to write this post?? Don’t you see the implications à the brickbats, the footwear, the u male chauvinist and hypocrite comments).

I am not debating whether the male way is better or the female way is better. I am just saying that in some things boys will be boys and girls will be girls and the cause for all worldly troubles is when we try to change that.

So my future wife (whoever it is) and my mom, if ever you do read this (I hope you don’t) both of you are the best and I love you both but please please let my room be the way it is.