What if ?

(If the world is without women)

I would say it would be quite an interesting thing to discuss if not imagine for we know the consequences of the later.

The world without women: (at last) anyways going by the way the human race has evolved and resenting over god’s creation or should I say the way women evolved, there is a lot that is left out for an explanation before we even start to think about the world without women

Man had always tried to understand woman, just as he had endeavoured to understand all other aspects of his world, but with little success. It was agreed among man what woman was-- more beautiful, less intelligent and crazy. But man could never agree on why.

If without women, man would have been a nomad travelling around the world foraging for fruits and berries or perhaps building things for the future (like inventing fire, hunting tools or a rudimentary mud hut). This life of his was blissful, less caring and more adventurous. But with the woman at his side and by her constant influence man had to settle down and pick one place to forage and live. This I think was only after centuries of constant nagging and bitching.

With permanent settlements came agriculture, but only reluctantly so. Man didn't necessarily till the fields for his own sake, but rather because woman expected him to. Woman's obsession with material wealth and a higher standard of living pushed man to excel and to provide more and more for her, a precedent that would be followed for the next couple millennia of human existence.

Woman also engaged in mating practices that intimidated and confused most clear-thinking men. While man was out in the forests and fields building things for the future the woman was off with a lesser man romping around, being treated poorly, you know, having "fun" the way a woman does.

Anyways, to escape the already testing family life and women’s almost idiotic propensity towards this irrational behaviour, man developed philosophy and religion-- philosophy to justify to himself the reasons for his own loneliness and try understanding everything but women, and religion to "persuade" woman she was better off with him, rather than a bunch of unknown misfits (to whom she never the less was always attracted).

Now having achieved the wanted and finding happiness in the most unexpected, irrelevant, inappropriate and unheard things women then went ahead to claim her superiority over man. With her role in man's family now firmly in place (thanks to settlement, family and related forced affairs), she yearned for power equal or greater to man's and nagged until man relented and gave her a nominal role in his affairs.

With power and things falling her way she started becoming a greater force to reckon and the worst to bear. Unbeknownst to woman, however, this arrangement never left the realm of triviality, at least not in man's mind, which was all that counted in the scheme of things. Woman was free to imagine herself as a string-puller, an ear-whisperer, an illusion she derived much pleasure from, being a psycho-neurotic. Man, in turn, was free to keep the appearance up, if only for his own peace of mind, all the while ignoring woman's very real attempts to take things further.

Dumbstruck by his loss and slow eclipse of his power and authority, man returned to thinking and contemplating his condition, which led to all kinds of tragic and empty-stomach induced erroneous logic. Theories like socialism, communism, moral relativism and egalitarianism abounded. Man took to abridging fellow man's freedom as a simple pastime, and finally, in an angry and frustrated act of desperation, man turned to war as a release. Finally, when the Earth was scorched, the trenches and fields littered with bodies and mushroom clouds rose over the horizon, man paused to give reason one more shot.

Rather than trying to rationalize woman any further and remain confused for the rest of his existence, he turned his energies towards trying to understand how best to exploit woman's weaknesses, as well as her strengths.

Now going by the way things have been explained, understood and observed and how the human race has evolved we can only differ to argue and imagine a world without women, can we? Anyways the extent of damage if not the development nearly opposes any argument or statement that can be made against the very existence of women.

What would be of man, without woman?

He would remain a wild beast or a free man wandering forest and fields with nothing much at stake than his mere survival. His evolution as a civilised and family man would have been a complete miss where most of his inventions like the steam engine, electric bulb, gramophone, antibiotics and the wheel itself would never have been attempted.

Mans drive to amass wealth, popularity and attention would have not got into picture as he would have no one but his own self to please. Going by the extremes and assuming him to resort and please other men he still would have had himself than other material and trivial things to exhibit.
Now venturing into the fact of reproduction of men (as we have completely striken out women), god would have created a rather simple and less enigmatic machine capable to producing men with no frills attached, it probably would need a push of a button or pulling of a lever.

On the contrary and speaking of our acquaintance with them in our own sphere, and the way in which we seem to fascinate and draw ourselves to them even as our perceptions are obtuse, where we talk vehemently and superlatively, blunder and quarrel. Without women we still would have been a beast in the forest.
And so to add that extra spice and avoid having a near perfect world, I would not want to imagine a world without women.

Epilogue: ‘The possibility of interpretation lies in the identity of the observer with the observed’.
This post of mine was influenced (including a few excerpts and views) by a great few who shared a greater knowledge in understanding women proposing theories which never the less failed in achieving the greater goal if not assisting man to almost conquer them.

Random thoughts ... ..

I sometimes feel that the complications that set forth of the human nature and the understanding of the same is more than a contradiction to what is assumed. The fagility and the complexity of the involved emotions is more to our understanding than those of that experienced.


The frivolous connotations that emerge out of the human friendship and the emotional attachment are only for the lack of sense that is found in severe deficiencies on either parties where all that is ever involved is taken for granted. Going by which and my understanding of the under-stated or under-estimated emotions..i see a greater mystery that is to be ravelled. Humans and their complex behavioural patterns. Think am just no exception.

On the contrary

I think there are two ways to understanding my previous article: The natural and the social.

I reckon there is a possibility of being friends with a woman, just as long as there is certain distance time-wise and space-wise between the friendship parts. Instinct is a very powerful thing; there are lots of communications between people other than verbal and visual. This is why sometimes we, men, like a girl that isn't that visually appealing; or the other way around, there might be this gorgeous woman, but something in her tells us that she is not worth the effort.

When talking about men-women relationships (friend-wise), there are many variables to consider: For how long do the man and woman know each other? Does he have a partner? Does she have a partner? Have they ever been involved? How often do they see each other? But posing as a friend to her because you were attracted to her can become into a nonsensical and hypocritical situation. There is nothing wrong with having an honest interest in her taste and feelings, just as long as you accept that the reason of this is to see if the relationship is going to become something serious or if its going to be just some fooling around. But if your interest is not corresponded in some definite time then you're going nowhere and you're been just playing as a fool.

And we also completely can’t conclude that a friendship between a man and a woman is impossible, under certain environments. I deeply love many Girls I know from my childhood, former friends and other women that I know, I consider all of them true friends.

I guess it all depends on what you call friendship. If friendship is for you seeing each other regularly and talking constantly or hang out regularly, then men and women with certain appeal for each other cannot definitely stay on pure friendly bases. Then again, if friendship for you is a bond that you've made with someone that neither space time nor society can break, then yes, friendship between men and women is possible. It is a spiritual matter.

The Mystery Continues..

I'm constantly fascinated by the female mind, the "logical" component and the emotional dogmata, so I started to analyze and understand the very few I knew and here is what I inferred. The findings might be close to being called truth or might just be rubbished but hey I at least made an effort to venture into the dark.

Often in dealings with the fairer sex we reach a point where honesty becomes an issue. It's not an issue in the sense you might be thinking of ("Do I tell her I like her?" “Will she accept my love or rub me off as an emotional jerk?”). Rather, by being honest we find ourselves in a relationship -- in the strictest sense of the word, denoting an interactive, communicative situation between two people -- that is quickly crumbling away to nothing or should I rather say something
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Like a Stoic, our tendency is to accept the warzone-like circumstances as given and do our best to achieve a result we are happy with within those bounds. This means sticking to our principles, sound reasoning and emotional detachment. Unlike a Stoic, however, we constantly find ourselves questioning what is and is not outside of our control.

I attempt some amateur female psychology in an effort to find an answer to this question.
It's quite clear to me that, like some men, most women do not appreciate absolute honesty, preferring instead that men behave in ways that correspond to their fantasy, romantic-comedy version of reality that women are born with implanted in their minds. (This principle does not hold true, of course, in relation to the dirt bag band member boyfriends women typically date. In these situations, women constantly find themselves confused, and consequently aroused, by their inability to tell if their boyfriends are being honest with them or not. For, if the boyfriend were an honest type, the woman would not be dating him in the first place!) Not only do they not appreciate honesty, they tend to punish it when they are faced with it. That or seriously freak out; Sometimes the both.

We all have to admit two things in male-female relationships as fact:
1) Men and women who are attracted to one another cannot remain just friends.
2) Guys want to have sex with almost every woman they come into contact with, some more so than others.

Women pretend to be unaware of 2 and thus deny the inherent truth behind it. Whether or not women actually are aware of 2 is for another understanding, the heart of the matter is that because of their irrational insistence on living a movie with no director, no script and ignorant actors, women go absolutely batshit insane when a man comes clean according to this statement-of-fact 1.

This is the issue with honesty I described near the beginning of this post. Anytime we have been nothing but honest with a woman, anytime we have refused to play games and beat around the bush and instead just admitted that we are attracted to her and would like to be more than friends, we suddenly become a bad guy. At this point we are worse than a jerk, because we admitted being a jerk.

What's in our control and what's out of our control? Is the erosion of the relationship out of our control? In a sense, yes; In another sense, no. It is out of our control in the sense that we are honest. Anyways am not trying to represent the entire men-kind but trying to elucidate a point on ‘to be or not to be (honest)’
I am an honest person and being honest is what comes naturally to me. I can't control for the variance caused by 99.9% of women not appreciating that. The way they respond to who I am is out of my control. It is fully in my control if I choose to be anything but honest.

If we tell our principles to go to hell and instead purposefully set out to be duplicitous lying sacks of shit, we could carry on a relationship at a friendly interval almost indefinitely. This appears to be what most people do. Taking the logic one step further, we could probably adjust our more-than-friends success rate in the positive direction by making this simple change as well. By becoming what we despise, I almost guarantee we also become what women love.

But I am not going to do that, because I am not an Average Person. I'm disciplined enough to not have to resort to unscrupulous tactics to get what I want. (But hey you guys are free from my resolutions or principles)
There's another element of psychology to all of this, and that's one of ego. When confronted with statement-of-fact 1, most women reply that this is an act of chauvinistic belief on our part.

If you really like the person, you should be happy to be friends with them even if they don't want to be anything more than that.

Right? Wrong. Why would any self-respecting guy want to spend his time with a woman who doesn't see anything more in him than a possible source of attention? Why would a guy ever want to position himself for a big fall he can see coming from a mile away by continuing to hang out with a woman who will never let him like her anymore than she thinks he already does?

Women want to talk about ego when confronted with a man who is put off by their implicit rejection of him (going by the 2). What about the woman who thinks she's so great that guys are supposed to line up in front of her cage and watch while she gets along with someone else?


Female psychology? No thanks, I've had my fill.
(Sorry’ but if you cannot get the right RIGHT don’t eat what I throw at you) - just as and in accordance of the famous Ladder theory

What Colour am i?

For those who are colour blind i certainly am a miss but for those who are not, read further..
Am not pink on the broader perspective for it represents the other preference which i certainly am not. Light pink is definitely me as am very friendly and romantic. Black I obviously am for it represents my elegance and the dark and unexplored side. White I am for my innocence and honesty. Blue I stand as am loyal and trust worthy. Green I have shades of, as am natural and non-toxic. Yellow is me for as I shine with energy and joy. Brown for my skin tone and stability in life. Red for my will power and courage. And for all those who are not this colourful don’t worry no more, for you can pick a colour of your choice and voila!. am there.

Lady Influences and Me (Part 1)

Of all the influences I had in my life, some stand note worthy and the rest not worthy. People change or adapt accordingly under a strong influence which is reflected either in their approach on certain issues or on their personality on the whole. Of many such influences and changes the most significant ones are from my lady friends, family and not so significant others.

All the women in my life have contributed to or imparted some change in me with their direct and indirect influences. They include my mom, my sisters and my friends.

Right from my birth to the day now, my mom had had a greater influence on my personality and my understanding of life. She taught me everything that is me now, from mumbling the first ever word ‘mama’ to writing this blog. She taught me the civilised life with her honest, tolerant and caring presence. Her love and caring never eased and continues to grow with me. She is a never-ending song in my heart of comfort, happiness, and being. I may sometimes forget the words but I always remember the tune.

My sisters too have had their significant influences on me. My elder sister and her dedication to the family taught me the importance of loving owns’ family and being loved back. My younger sister also played her part and still continues to with her money saving skills and her always there for me attitude. Though one is elder and the other younger they with me forever like a gift to my heart, a friend to my soul, a witness to my worst and best, like a shadow through my ups and downs sharing the joys and sorrow.

They stand unique to themselves and any other women I have come across. They are most beautiful and wonderful things to happen to me. Even as they stand north and south when it comes to their personalities they left an indelible impression and influenced my life in one of the most gorgeous and magnificent ways. They changed my perspective on women or I say my understanding of them with their mood swings, sweet talks, love and emotion and their attention to detail.

I am what i am today and without them am no one today, thank you ma for everything that i am and will be tomorrow.

The Glam Pam Effect I

The 'pam effect' from the erstwhile Baywatch season was quite brouhaha among disparate ages and gender. The effect i’d say has revolutionised the way we descry female bosom. The trend is quite celebrated and tracked in the western worlds where augmentation lands you into immediate spot light. Many an artists and queens (from different cosmos) donned the same and ruled the roost thanks to the fancy of the opposite sex. The ‘Pam effect’ has gradually transformed or i like to say ‘transmogrified’ into something that has become a phantasm for both the genders. The uplift has been shifted to nose, ears, face, chin and what all they think need a change or perfection. Suddenly perfection is all cosmetic and simulated. Little do we realise that the microcosm of such tawdry acts can only last till it reaches the crest. On the same lines i want to quote about an article which i recently read where an English journalist tried something different by artificially or say temporarily augmenting herself and finding the thrills and fun by grabbing all the attention she never thought was hers. She then quotes that this act of hers has elated her to a celebrity encountered with more chivalrous men than usual. The attention and respect showered on her, she says’ was nothing she might have got with her current stature. Did she forget that the perceptions and the fantasies of any gender change when encountered with something greater than usual? So i say shame the glam rather than sham it and let the generations live with natural conscience than anything else that’s simulated.

Music - The most potent muse

Little did i know ‘nothing else matters’ is an attitude quipped by the legends intending to say nothing matters when it comes to music. The six strings and the eternal bliss are like a felicity of expression with more to it than mere articulation.
The quintessential bands and groups that played the strings have always had that divine mien transcending tranquillity and nirvana. The influences embarked there upon have changed many a soul, from realisations to recantations which i like to call “The twist of soul and the connotation”.

For those who already know life can be cruel with puissant intimidation sparing none and there are no exceptions. But for some, music gives a risible approach and forces a twist which changes the perceptions of life. Songs that were heard start to map the incidents with intuitions, repercussions with regressions and regret with rejoice. And thus spoke ‘Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life’. So discover the phenomenonal complexity of music and the way it can positively influence your life.

Of balls and bollocks

‘Balls to all sans a few’ stands to stir a hue but did anybody get the cue. For all that is said and done i only intended to ignore all but few, the professionals do it and so will i. This blog has already made many reds and blues but drawing the flak can only be done by that very few. So if my blog has seen some reprobation, bollocks i say’ just know it’s not for the hoi polloi. Please know that am here to stay and ill pay none the heeds for i write what i feel ‘reality and reason’. A warning that i give: dont eat more than you can chew.

The Down whiskey code: (Might not be as illustrious as The Da Vinci Code)

Mr. Dan would get brown after reading this blog, cant help it but write my own researched piece on the whiskey code. The code stands simple unlike the later running through ages and puzzles for am not a symbologist and certainly not Mr. Robert Langdon to solve complex questions. The iterated words that are stuttered and muttered while under the influence can even make Mr. Robert run for cover.
Coming back to the code
1) Never stand and consume for you may fall once you fall asleep.
2) Never call women when drunk for you may not remember what you spoke and then brood over your unintentional commitments.
3) Never carry more money than the amount you consume for you may end-up paying more than you can digest in the morning.
4) Never pick up a lady after getting drunk for who knows how they actually look in the morning. (The Beer Google effect)
5) Never drink and drive for you may pass-out and meet with an accident so always drink while driving with this you may actually end up drunk by the time you reach home.
6) Never mix drinks without much knowledge for you may end up with a head weighing a ton.
7) Always carry contraceptives for who knows you might even end up humping anything that walks.
8) Always carry a compass or a map for you might be wondering where you are in the morning.
9) Never ever drink on empty stomach for that is the reason you end up putting extra kilos as you tend to drink more and eat much more after drinks.
10) Always be happy with what you get to drink for after consumption all have the same impact.

Sun block (SPF 50+)

The human emotion i say is like a paradoxical reaction with more to it than expected. The whimsical notions associated are quite capricious and may leave more than a stain when encountered.

Love gives warmth and shines on people who embrace it but did we ever wonder what would come off it when we explore it without limits! Well it gives a tan to the fortunate else a sun burn to the less fortunate. I always loved the song ‘sunscreen for everyone’ by Bazz Lurhmann and always wondered why would he use such a title for his song, well it makes a lot of sense - too much of love exposure either tans you or burns you and to avoid such we use a sunscreen (here it is an advice or lessons from experience).

I always pitied my friends and others who suffered the dreaded which i like to call ‘the Love lorn and torn either way’ syndrome. Anyways whenever i found such fools brooding over their tales i always thought ‘get a life dude/tte’ but once did i know i would find myself in the same pit like they.

The journey was amazing though, the thrills and the attached frills always made me want more (sometimes regretfully when curtailed). The fun filled days were like love candles (handles too thanx to the beer after breaking up) lighting up my days, nights and afternoons giving me the warmth of the other side which i never felt. For i say ‘A lovers love conjures all thee’, however being an Indian and born with that extra bit of melanin i was able to protect myself from getting severely burnt or hurt under the candles (and handles). My extra bit of melanin here was the love and understanding of my family and the involved, i just could pull it through.

The experience was more than exciting and ascertaining than i could have ever imagined or dreamed of for i analysed the pit and admired my craftsmanship for digging myself to such depths. The epitome of the emotions that are involved can only be blocked with a sun block along with the appropriate SPF levels. We Indians use less concentrated sunscreen thanks to the extra melinine and hence more prone to the extremes while the west who are lesser fools emotionally use a higher concentration. "Thus forth use a sunscreen and enjoy the heat no matter where you come from."