Kumar @ 02:51 pm | Nov 29th 2004
I need your blogs on Male-Male relationship and feelings. Thanx.
Sorry guys. Though I have nothing against gays, this post is not about them. This is about ‘male bonding`, which has been dying a natural death. And this post meanders like Narmada…that is…its on no specific topic…so if you are a focused guy/gal in life…stop reading. Other Neanderthals like me, can read on …
In the days of my father, a man had many other men as friends. And one among them would be his bosom pal. He would be the guy with whom everything would be shared – sometimes even that blue, cotton undies my father bought each time he visited the city.
But then those were the days. Yesterday, I was speaking to a class one student and he says he has a girl friend. I would not want to mention their names for want of privacy, but I am telling the truth.
“But you are a boy, why is your best friend a girl.” I ask the five-year-old.
“What will others think if I hang around with the boys? And anyways, a man is only half complete without a girl friend.”
Guess, he was inspired by the Raymond advertisement in which every male model comes with a lady in his arms, and the punch line goes: Raymond…For the Complete Man.
The innocent male bonding that we would indulge in as youngsters is no longer available. And the art of learning the different uses of beer, cigarette, manikchand and playing cards has forever been lost. Today, young men team up with young women and form a bonding.
You might wonder if I am being jealous here…for I am married and struck with one woman all my life. But believe me, I am not at all jealous looking at those long-legged, heavy busted, blondes that go around with handsome men like me.
I spoke to one dude nicknamed Romeo. Legend has it that he has never spent a rupee on any man, but has lost a fortune buying things for ladies and impressing them.
“Why not a man for a friend?” I ask.
“What would I get out of a man? I would get some advice, some A-jokes and some body odor. But this lady here hugs me and consoles me whenever I am sad…and I am sad most of the time.” He winks.
Looked like the Romeo was having a ball of a time. I pulled his lady-friend across and ask her: “So, how is it having a man-friend instead of a lady-friend?”
“Most of time he talks of bikes and cars. And when he is not talking of them, he talks of himself. But it is fine till he accompanies me for shopping and drops me back home.” She knew her man-management.
Amidst the storm, my father is the calm. He still believes a man needs another man for company.
“But papa, why do you think so?” I ask him.
“Coz, a lady needs balls to be a man.” He replied. Cricket balls or tennis balls, I forgot to ask him.