Men, the pampered gender of our society

I am not being sexist but, this is something I have always wondered about.. Why do men in our society (at present times) have it so easy? Why are they always pampered and cosseted by every female in the household as if they are imbeciles or something? It is as if the male population might just evaporate into thin air if they have to lift one of their precious fingers to do a “domestic” chore @ home.

I’ve seen this happen to many Maldivian men and I am sure most of those who have been abroad for longer periods of time, mostly for higher studies have experienced or seen the same thing. Since the male *population* have been petted, pampered and every need of theirs seen to by the female *population* of the household, and for the first time in their lives, they have to take care of themselves, and it tends to *domesticate* most of these men even though it might be for a year or three (that is for those who havent been lucky enough to get married to an unassuming gal and dump all those chores into her lap).

Most of the time you tend to see a change for the good in men’s attitude whilst they live in foreign countries. No longer is chopping vegetables to cook a meal considered as a chore that might cause the guy to shed one or two layers of his masculinity *eyes roll*. And hanging up a few clothes to dry after a laundry session doesnt trigger the magical transformation from a guy to girl. Those who are married and whose wives are also on their studies, tend to help out the wife in doing the domestic chores like cooking, cleaning up etc. Its as if they do *realise* that the women folk are also human beings rather than slaves who are there to do their bidding at the drop of a hat.

However disappointingly, upon completion of their studies and once their feet hit the Maldivian soil, the dramatic transformation from the *domestic* male figure to the *pompous* arse comes upon them swiftly. God forbid that they enter the kitchen for a purpose other than to eat or drink a glass of water. It might just get them labelled as “anbi dhashuvefa” or & please, please do not let their mother see them helping out their wife. The wife becomes completely unsuitable for her Almighty son and the *I knew she wouldnt be able to take care of him the way he should be* conversations take place behind the wife’s back within the household “Oh-puhleeze!!”.

Even though there are a handful of Maldivian men who are secure enough in their masculinity not to be bothered about such trivialities, the majority of the male population tends to relax, lay back and let the ladies of their lives do all the domestic work. Cos us Maldivians deem that its the right way of things, that its how they should be. Cos we have been brought up that way and God forbid that any change be brought to the way we live our life!

Blogging Rocks!! :)

Blogging and reading blogs have become a sort of an addictive habit. Its hard to get through a day without getting a dosage of blogging and reading various blogs that I come across on mvblogosphere. It is one of the perks of the day to get a dose of the blogging community’s perspective on different day-to-day stuff. A blog post about a really small issue can turn out to be really interesting based on the comments exchanged back and forth amongst the blog readers and the owner.

Through the short period of time that I’ve been blogging I’ve found that:
1- I like it when theres a bit of humour injected into ones blog posts.
2- I like the different templates and designs that bloggers tend to have. Each tidbit adds to their individuality and gives an insight into their personality.
3- I lurrrve it when blog owners reply to the comments left by readers. It tends to establish a sense of *closeness* amongst bloggers via an anonymous mode ;)
4- I like the fact that I can rant and rave @ the *fates* and get away with it :P
5- Though I understand why blog owners tend to moderate their comments on their blogs, it does take *diminish* the joy of commenting on blogs.

Though there are numerous lil things that add to how fun blogging can be, the best thing about it all is that you *meet* a new blogger *buddy* every fine day! :D

The Boy from The Beach

Those eyes of his still haunt me

Eyes that had seen more than I would ever see in my whole life..

Eyes that were brimming with the futile hopelessness

that he must have been feeling..

Eyes that begged for what he could not voice

Conveying with the look that he was almost ready to give up

Just to feel what it would be like

To end the constant battle for survival..

I watched on a feeling of helplessness so deep within me

that still invoke a feeling of profound sadness in my heart

wishing and hoping that one day he would find

something to live for,

something to hope for,

something to dream about..

This is dedicated to all homeless children out there. My prayers are with you always…

The IT Gods

Being IT professionals mean that:

1- You are required to come up with the most “creative” solutions for the most ghastly situations that arise @ work..
2- You are required to pet and console each and every employee of their squirmy complaints when dealing with technical mumbo jumbo and tell them “it happens to everyone” when it REALLY DOES NOT..
3- You require daily doses of botox injections to permanently fix a smile on your face when on the inside you are screaming your inner guts out..
4- You are always required to know the gazillion *new* technologies that come out each and every day..
5- You are required to instill the importance of maintaining data integrity and consistency in ppl who feel indignant when the IT bloke @ work stresses on why data cannot be manipulated as THEY see fit..
6- And most of all You are required to remain SANE throughout the day!!

Gotta get back to work now!! :D

Fear..

Fear of rejection, pain and humiliation..
Fear of incompetence, failure and mortification..
Fear of letting go of the comfort zone that surrounds me..
Fear of venturing too far into the unknown..
consumes my thoughts day and night..
From which I receive no respite..
headlong I do try to face them…
unsuccessful though I may be..
but I gotta keep trying..
to sprout wings and fly..
beyond the foreseeable horizons..
to welcome the unknown..
With arms open wide.