It was all clear, no more bra burning feminists required, no more heavy-moustached chauvinists required. The war of sexes came to an end right in front of my eyes.
The time and the place were perfect. Who am I kidding? Well, the time wasn’t perfect but yeah the place surely was.
It was the good old mighty train.
How much more clarity you need to divide and assort the different point of views of the two sexes.
8 compartments for male and 4 for female. Ah…..what a dignity that Indian railways has given us. I am touched.
And we pay tribute to this honour …..by completely being ourselves in the compartment.
The first thing we do as we enter the compartment is point our fingers at others. Not to raise the issues against terrorism but to enquire where the particular person is getting down. Without even moving a lip we plan the seating arrangement of the whole compartment.
We also try to hone our communication skills (which is bestowed on us much before our male counterpart) by supporting a fight, which other two really hassled women are having.
It’s a pity that all men do is, just sit there and mind their own business.
2 comments:
I wasn't aware that local trains went all the way to panvel. Isn't technology wonderful?
haaaaaaahaaaaaaa :P
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