Puthum Puthu Bhoomi Vendum……

I happened to listen to one of those programs on radio where the public can call and confess to the RJ about their problems which they could not share with any of their fellow mates. Undoubtedly 90% of the callers will talk about their relationship problems..

I was particularly flummoxed when one caller was literally sobbing because his girl friend had not spoken to him for months together over a small misunderstanding..

And with those kind of news that’s going all around me of the breakups, broken engagements and stuff.. Has seriously left me in conjecture if all this was worth the whining?? And guess what; most of whiners will be men. I’ve always wondered what makes this man-woman relationship an intricate one of all the other ones. But I’ve to admit one thing that, from my personal observations, it’s always the men who’s being embittered on the whole process. Am actually ashamed to say this, but I believe that’s the scenario in today’s fast-food- based relationships. Well not that am advocating for men here, but it’s so pathetic to the way they are being handled. And for most, the reason is very simple of being a victim to the “family influence”. Oh C’mon, give me a break!!! Will you be able to accept the same if a guy decides to abandon you for the same rationale? Wouldn’t all hell break loose and that guy and his family been stoned for being a butcher of woman’s rights? Here, I would like to put as a disclaimer that am talking about that woman who is not worth talking about their rights. And as always rights are being misunderstood. Does the woman activists on the street who parade and fight for these kind of rights?? If yes, then am proud to call myself as a one who do not believe in woman rights.. Why on earth do we've to lead our life with such complexities when we have much better options of leading it peacefully?

Of all that has been said before, am not trying to portray a picture-perfect- woman of Myself. But maybe am playing cards safely. After all that I’ve seen and heard, I’ve started to really not trust in those relationships. I may not have very adventurous stories for me to tell my grand children but at least I can look straight in their eyes and say that I’ve not injured anyone without a feel of guilt.