the art called 'woman'

It is said that ‘the hand that rocks the cradle, rules the world’. Albeit, the truth of the statement remains debatable, the mysterious aura associated with women is conspicuous. It’s the rendition from god that keeps us men captivated and dazzled. From the burgeoning swoosh of the hair to the convoluted curves of the body, it is what maketh the male sex drool.

Dating back to the days of history, behind every man’s success ( or failure ) there has been a woman’s role. Just like they can play the ‘shoulder to lean on’ role, they can also be the master of deceit. And when a woman lays a dubious trap, males are generally known tofall for it hook-line-sinker. No wonder women are deified as incarnation of supreme power in the books of mythology. The intricacies and foresight of women are something beyond the capabilities of a male think tank.

Ok, enough of illustrations…..i guess its time for me to scribble my personal opinion on women. Although I must admit that I haven’t been close to a lot of women, I have had a real hard time trying to understand their ways. Reading between the lines of a woman is one of the most abstruse tasks that I have ever embarked on…..mostly I have landed up on the wrong side ( sandhya being the only exception I guess….i could read through her words and predict her moves more or less. Not that she was dumb, but she was pretty transparent ). Especially if the female depicts felinity, then god save the man…..ask me…im going through it now. ( giggles aside ).

While we men struggle for every morsel of our grades, these women pull them out with such insouciance that it disparages our efforts. And although people around keep saying that it’s the ‘female’ factor that fetches them the favour, I find the logic extremely garrulous. But I do believe it’s a female’s capability to concentrate for longer hours at a stretch that gets her the edge over the man….not necessarily the intellect.

I have always believed that extremes are complimentary in women. They are accused of gossip but through personal experience I have also come to know that they can hold volumes inside their stomach without even a whisper. It’s a gift to have the confidence of a woman and her’s as a shoulder to lean and cry on. And though I have not had the fortunes to have been loved by a woman ( atleast truly ) I would love to be intoxicated someday by the commitments of relationship.

The blog remains incomplete without paying tribute to the anatomy of a female. Readers please forgive me if I sound lewd, but my visit to khajuraho has just been an experience of a lifetime. Truly, the accentuating curves of the female anatomy are an assuage to a man’s cause- nature’s wonder should I say. From the cascading darkness of the hair to the covexity of the bosom flowing down into the botttleneck shaped waistline, every angle is perfectioned to articulate detail. A teacher in school had told me that every man ( I have to curb my chauvinism here to say the truth ) is born from a woman’s womb and the statement couldn’t be more just.

What is it in women that we fall for them?..what is it that she that makes her so unpredictably mysterious and enigmatic? What is so intoxicating in their fragrance that humbles the flowers even? What is so bucolic in seeing water drip from every strand of her hair?......answers that I have never had and probably never will. Maybe that’s what makes them so special, so urbane and rustic. They are the samples to cosset in your household.

Now for the negative part……..nah!! ill keep it to the positives only. The negatives will come in another blog.....titled 'THE NAKHRAS OF THE FEMALE SEX '.

Cheers!!