What’s Wrong With Indian Men???

I am sure there is something seriously wrong with Indian men. A few minutes back, I have just returned from a reputed bank and really wish to share the incident. I went there along with my father and was wearing a knee- length dress. It was a usual one piece dress which was not at all revealing or indecent in any manner. However, as I entered, the bank guard stared at my bare legs in such a dirty way that I had to resist myself from slapping him tight. He then tried giving me a smile and while I was interacting with a bank official, I saw him hovering around, staring at my legs, enjoying the ogling act with an equally obnoxious colleague. As we proceeded towards the exit door, he again tried giving me a smile. I wonder if wearing a dress is such a crime that a girl is perceived as a piece of meat and has to bear all those lecherous gazes that are indeed an assault on dignity. There is something very wrong with most of the Indian males. I know so many men from well respected and educated families who have absolutely no manners to behave with women and no inhibitions before raising their voice and even hands on them. It shames me that our society is really rotten in this regard.

It also makes me feel extremely ashamed that two of my male cousins fall into this category. I have snapped ties with both of them as the last resort. Nothing deters them from indulging in violence and verbal abuse but the most disturbing thing is that their mothers consider it to be very normal. Both are engineers and have educated and working parents but lack even a trace of sophistication. I often wonder why the hell they are related to me. This is such a punishment.

However, I think there is no character development as far as male progenies are concerned for parents devote their entire energy and ‘sanskaars’ towards girls, training them in coyness and to stay subdued and quiet, and to coil within like a snail when any male shows interest or behaves indecently. It would have been much better if most Indian parents had taught their sons to respect women.

Indian male mentality sucks and I feel ashamed of my culture that treats women like an object of fun and a piece of meat.

PS: To hell with such pigs- I’ll buy a dress today.

                                                                                                                           

                                                                                                         

THE THIN LINE

I just finished reading ‘The Professional’ by Mr.Subroto Bagchi. Must say it’s an amazing book and I loved it. No words to describe how wonderful the reading has been. Mr Bagchi differentiates between a professionally qualified and a professional person. Though these two terms seems almost the same, they are actually poles apart. A professionally qualified person is one who has the necessary degrees and skills needed for a particular job. He may or may not have the right attitude and other qualities that make up a true professional, like integrity, professional honesty, ethics, timeliness and right sense of dressing, to name a few.

Also, a true professional may or may not be having formal qualifications required for a particular profession. That means these are basically two separate things. Mr. Bagchi has given a few relevant examples, his own experiences, to make the reader understand the thin line of distinction between the two terms. Here, I’ll too share four such experiences (two for good and bad each).

1) Once I was traveling to Delhi via Railways. When I reached Delhi, I called a coolie. As we came out of the railway station, I offered him the pre-decided amount. He remained silent and asked me where exactly my car was parked. He then unloaded the stuff near the rear of my car and said ‘ab poora kaam hua hai’ (now the job has been fully done) and then only took the amount.

2) I once went to a clothing retail chain called Globus. After browsing a bit I selected a black knee length dress. I found it beautiful and classy thus selected it in an impulse. That day I was in a bit hurry so I didn’t try it for the actual fitting. Suddenly a salesman came forward and asked me to try that dress, but I declined and proceeded to pay. He again requested me and tried to show the fitting and size. He told me that the dress was of a smaller size and that the next size was not available that time, and requested me to pick it up after three days. That salesman, whether professionally qualified or not, was a true professional.

And on the other hand, there is no dearth of unprofessional people who are highly qualified.

1) Once a guest faculty from a highly reputed management institute was invited to give us lectures. She was supposed to take a session of 10 lectures and we were asked to do a small study of the sales promotion schemes (after third or fourth lecture only) across the various retail stores. My team and other teams like us, tried our best. We roamed through the markets in hot summers to collect the data, applied our analysis gyan, compiled the results and finally submitted the reports. Three days later we came to know that this highly qualified and much decorated professor had written a paper and claimed all the studies as hers without giving us any credit or even a casual reference. So cheap! Our HOD pointed this out to her and requested her to collect her full and final payment right then.

2) I once took a connection from a leading mobile service provider. But after a few days I came to know that my number earlier belonged to a man who had defaulted on a bank loan and hence was on run. Thus, I started receiving many calls everyday from that bank. Some even threatening ones. I called the company that claims to follow their customer wherever they go, to look into my problem. No response came even after repeated pleas. Finally, I decided to surrender that number. As I told the sales rep he simply said “do as you wish” and gave a bored look. I immediately changed the service provider company.

There is a thin line between these two things that can create life-long impressions.

PS : Thank you Prashant for referring this book :)