The Wife Material

To imagine a world without women!


No color, no heterosexual love, no heterosexual sex, no children, no mother, no sister, no wife, no girlfriend, no life and most importantly “more pain in the ass”.

Urbane and Suave Middle Class Indian Society

Recently released movie, Cocktail depicts the Indian men’s mentality about marriage choice or spouse selection. Most of us choose the girls who cook food, dress conservatively, earn less money than us and wins our parents approval. Why does a gal’s dress and her independency stopping us from accepting her as our better half. We don’t have any problem in dating with skimpy clothing girl, we adore going movie, discotheque and pub with them but when it comes to marriage we simply refuge them by saying that she isn’t “The Wife Material”. I have no idea why our so called civilized and educated society keeps double unacceptable standard but it saddens me deeply and spark a flame in my heart to rebel against this fucking male chauvinist society who only cares about their comforts and stereotypes girls into two categories – “The Girlfriend Material” and “The Wife Material a.k.a The Good Indian Girl”. This Society clearly has two extremes a “Good Indian Girl” and a “Hooker”. Any girl who is not like a good Indian girl is certainly a hooker from this society’s perspective.

I know an M.B.B.S doctor whose marriage is on the brink of divorce only because his wife is a banker and earns more money than him.

I have a female friend, whose parents don’t want her to pursue higher studies because it will be difficult to find a boy for her.

Do you call it civilized and educated society, I don’t.

Stupid Indian Society

In this society, men treat women as a property. Men are sexually harassing, stalking, beating, physically abusing and raping her and still hoping she will fall in love with them.

They have two master solutions to reduce rape cases. They will marry their girl in the age of 14 and they will stop consuming noodles because it causes hormonal imbalance and provoke them to rape women. Hat’s off to their ideas.

 According to Union Health Ministry statistics, 68 percent of girls in Rajasthan are married off before the age of 18 and 12 percent of them married off before the age of 10.

These kind of thought not only raping our women but also our science and development. 

A Beautiful Journey

Horrendous blare of alarm clock shattered Arpit’s slumber, he glared the clock with his snoozy eyes and jumped from the bed. After having bath, he put on his white and black striped Van Heusen shirt and Springo black-gray striped trousers. Now, he was all set to leave for office where he was doing his summer internship.

It was the month of June, the mysterious monsoon had reached Mumbai, rain was splashing on the road and Mumbai’s byways had become mire. In rainy season, some places in Mumbai become hell. In spite of all these, today Arpit was brimming with euphoria and elation. The only reason for his happiness was groovy Friday, he has not to go to office for next 2 days and as a byproduct he could visit his elder brother Anjan who was a software engineer in Pune.

He reached his 5-star office early and started work with full exhilaration in his cubicle, not that he liked to work but because he could be off early for Pune. He adored only two things in his office, coffee break and Junior HR Shweta. She was dusky cute girl with adorable face and delightful eyes. He loved to flirt with Shweta during coffee breaks but on Friday he worked so heedfully that he forgot to take a break. After completing his work early, he was all set to leave but he was slapped by more work which he completed half-heartily and left the office with morbid mind.

After an hour crawling in Mumbai traffic, he reached Vashi which is the epitome of urban mess, flooded with skyscrapers, corporate offices, retail food chain, shopping malls and lounge bars. He had to take the Volvo bus for Pune so he was waiting for bus at Vashi bus stop which is the starting of Mumbai Pune expressway. There is nothing much unproductive than waiting for bus and train, so Arpit was utilizing his time by reading book in his kindle fire. He was fed up with bus waiting and book reading then he decided to visit nearby Inorbit mall but he saw a Phantom Black Audi A8 was coming his way so he decided to take a chance. He showed his hand in order to stop the car, luckily, car stopped and a hot gal with luscious lips and alluring eyes stepped out from the car. Her figure-hugging red top and skin-fit black jeans were flaunting her flat stomach and gorgeous legs. Her frizzy brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail behind her back which was barely reaching her shoulders.

Arpit was staring the girl while she asked, “What happened?”

He uttered anxiously,” I was waiting for the bus since long time but I don’t think any bus will come in next half an hour. Can I get a lift Pune if you are going the same way?”

She thought for a moment and told him, “I am going to Pune, you can join me.”

Arpit sat adjacent to girl on the front seat, girl sat on driving seat, she put her foot on accelerator and the car sped up.

Mumbai-Pune highway, drizzling and thundering rain and a young boy with sensuous girl in a swanky car, a perfect ravishing condition that one could fantasize. Arpit’s anger, anguish, frustration and sadness were vanished by the gratifying milieu. He was in between mixed feeling of chirpiness and discomfort, his Friday feeling had comeback. He collected his courage and asked, “What’s your name”.

She smiled and quipped coquettishly, “Is it necessary to know my name to travel with me”.

He blushed and said, “We are together for next 3 hour or may be bit more so it would be convenient for me to call you by your name”.

“I am Priya Roy”, she said.

“I am Arpit Agrawal”, he said.

“What do you do?” she asked.

 “I am doing M.S in chemical science from IISER”, he replied and asked the same,” what do you do?”

“Actually, I do nothing just travel a lot from Mumbai to Pune and give lift to strangers”, she said with a cute wink.

Conversation instantly attached them and after some quotidian conversation, Priya asked, “Do you have girlfriend”?

The poignant question flabbergasted him, all his disquiet, grief, pang and twinge reemerged and his consciousness wavered back to the 3 days old calamitous break-up with his sweet girlfriend. They broke up not because his girlfriend had become more possessive or the relationship was affecting his study. Neither had he become any less caring nor was she attracted towards someone else. They were lovely couple with in deep love of each other. The only preposterous reason for their break up was that they were from different religion which might not be acceptable by their families and societies.

He hid his grievous feeling because he didn’t want to defile pleasurable aura which was healing his catastrophic condition. He wanted to feel and relish sharp steep valley, narrow tunnel and craggy mountain of Mumbai-Pune expressway with beautiful girl.

He replied with fake smile, “No, I am perfectly single."

Priya stared him as he had done some heinous crime and said, “What! Please don’t lie, how it could be possible that you don’t have girl friend.”

“Why do you think I am lying?” he uttered.

“It’s very rare that handsome and urbane guy like you doesn’t have girlfriend”, she said.

“I tried a lot but no girl found boyfriend material in me”, he lied.

“Ooh! That is so unfair”, she said sympathetically.

Drizzle had converted into raucous rain, clouds have come up all the way and mesmerizing valley had become more alluring. As speed of car was slashing relentless rain so some drops were coming inside and splashing on Priya’s cheek. Dainty rain drop on her face, her Shy smile and drop -dead gorgeous eyes were making her breathtakingly beautiful. Arpit was gazing her with his corner of the eyes. He was really enjoying the full ambience.

“Tell me something interesting about you”, Priya asked casually.

Arpit thought, it’s a perfect moment to impress Priya. He was pondering which fact will impress Priya when she said, “Don’t try to impress me, genuinely, tell me some real facts about you.”

“I have a qualm and only girls could answer it, can I ask this to you?”

“Ya, you can ask me anything but not here, Macdonald’s restaurant is nearby. We will sit there, grab a bite and try to find some answers for your qualm”, Priya replied.

They reached Macdonald’s restaurant and parked their car and went inside. Priya asked Arpit, “what will you take” and after his reply she ordered one BigSpicy Chicken Wrap and regular Iced Tea for herself and one Veg Pizza Mapuff and Café Mocha for Arpit.

They collected their order and looked around for the table but they didn’t find a single table vacant on ground floor so they went on upstairs and sit at the corner table comfortably.

“So tell me your doubt which I can answer”, Priya asked with little smile.

“I never understand girl’s heterogeneous behavior. Are they evolutionary serpentine or is it a framed madness to just bewilder the mankind?” Arpit babbled.

Priya grinned and said quizzically, “Aah, I can’t answer this. It’s a cloak and dagger for girls so I can’t comment on this.”

“You told me that you will answer my doubt and now you are unsaying. It’s unfair!” Arpit uttered.

“The girls are not that simple dear”, she quipped.

Arpit reckoned she is same as other girls, it’s better to step back off and concentrate on Pizza Mapuff.

As the weather was becoming more tantalizing and Arpit was enthralling towards Priya. He had obliterated all his blue devils, and was soaring with immense zest.

They finished their tidbit and stepped in the car. Priya seemed brisker now. Perhaps, morsel had provided her new spice. She drove few kilometers in complete silence.  She broke the silence with investigating tone, “What first comes in your mind when you see a pretty girl?”

“What kind of question it is”, Arpit said with little unease.

“A simple one”, she quipped.

“But the answer isn’t simple”, he said.

“Tell me the truth, what exactly you think, isn’t it very simple” she said graciously.

“I think about many stuff, depend upon the situation. What exactly you want to know?” Arpit said sincerely.

“Guys generally infatuate towards pretty girls at first sight and they call it love. Do you feel the same?” she asked.

“When I was teenager I fell in love with every pretty girl at first sight but now lust comes first then love takes over”, he divulged his secret.

She saw him with smirk and said, “It happens, it’s not your fault it’s your age. There is nothing you can do for this so just enjoy every bit of it.”

“Now you tell me what you think when you see a charming guy?” Arpit put same screw to her.

“It’s plagiarism, ask some original question”, she said with cute wink.

“There is nothing original in this world, some cases we don’t find the source and some we find”, he countered.

“My god, you are so philosophical. Anyway I don’t care about any charming guy until he does starts talking to me. For girls, love or lust rarely occur at first sight”, she said.

They have reached Pune so Priya asked him,” Where shall I drop you?”

The trip of Pune had always pleased Arpit, but this time he didn’t seem happy after reaching Pune. He had a feeling of anguish and anxiety. Priya’s question had taken all his euphoria and exhilaration. During the lovely journey with Priya, he had flourished many hopes but now it all seemed vain.  He didn’t flaunt his distress in front of Priya and said, “Drop me at Pune Central.”

They reached Pune Central and Arpit stepped out from the car. She was ready to leave so Arpit spelled out his number avoiding the probability of being embarrassed. Alas! She still left him in - and a bit of embarrassment all he recollected was the cute wink and her heart shattering words “I am a call girl and I work for an escort agency so it won’t be worth to take my number.”

With hurting heart and fake smile Arpit entered in his brother’s flat. 

Confession and Promise to my Mom

No language can express the power, and beauty, and heroism, and majesty of a mother's love. It shrinks not where man cowers, and grows stronger where man faints, and over wastes of worldly fortunes sends the radiance of its quenchless fidelity like a star. ~Edwin Hubbell Chapin 

 The word “Mother” comes in existence when the child born before that she is just a woman, mother never exist. A mother is something absolutely new who born with her child. A mother is the only person whom we encounter before coming in this world and after experience immense labor she gives the birth but she never refuge to do that. She is the only women in our life who never say no for anything. She taught us first language, social concept, religious value, cultural domain all the things which makes us the human being. On the auspicious evening of mother day, I want to confess and promise something to my mother….. Mom,

 I am the part of most ‘confuse’ and ‘don’t know don’t care’ generation so sometimes I baffle about  something and desert and detest some conspicuous things because of confusion. I am very penitent for all these. 

Probably, I might not get admission in top 30 universities of the world and I won’t earn big cheques as my engineer, IITian and M.B.B.S brothers and sisters would be but I promise one thing your Daughter-in-law (my dream girl) would never complain about this and we would live happy life. 

Sometimes I don’t call you for days and I might not be able to do in future as well but that would never mean I don’t remember or miss you. It just that I will be in trouble and I am not in a position to share with you everything because I am afraid of making you sad. But I promise, you will be the first with whom I will share all single piece of happiness. 

I don’t know what will I do in future and where will I go. But I can promise one thing-my hard work. I will leave no stone unturned to make you feel proud of being a mom of mine. 

Happy Mother’s Day Ammi.

Slutwalk (Besharmi Morcha)-Kolkata: Vulgar or Congruous

 “Slutwalk” – It is a worldwide protest against the harassment that women face on the street on a daily-basis. It is the outcry against damaging stereotype and sexual violence against women. It all began with a statement of police officer in Toronto, Canada, April 2011, saying “women should avoid dressing like sluts in order not to be victimized”. The angry women and men too come out to the street to protest against men’s filthy mentality. Thus began Slutwalk, the movement jumped borders and oceans, with similar marches being held in the US, UK, Australia and Africa. And now “global India” is joining hand as well!

After Delhites and bhopalies, it’s high time for Kolkatans to come out for “slutwalk” on 24^th may.   Although, my ordinary mind couldn’t understand the purpose and relevance of slutwalk in India but women safety and rights in India is always a ponderable question for me.  

Is skimpy clothes of gals or women articulate the message to rape her? If yes, then how will we justify the rape of 3 month’s infant? If some psycho says that provoking cloths stimulate him to rape or molest a girl then how will we react if someone says,” Her perfume was incredibly provoking that’s why I raped her “! The message is whatever cloths women wear, however slutty it is, it shouldn’t be thought as an invitation to rape her.

I have a facile doubt, is it relevant in context of India where we have cities which are demographically very diverse, in our cities we have people from villages and small towns probably who have never seen women in short-skirt.  But in the era of capitalism, elite Indians never care these people.

These slutwalk is a felicitous example of women empowerment in India. In last 10 year, Indian women have empowered not only economically but socially and politically as well. I still remember last decade mindset when Arundhati Roy has been trailed by Supreme Court since one year for her controversial writing about women sexual independence. After winning the Booker award, she was called as “Hooker won Booker”. And since then women have empowered herself to organize slutwalk.

It’s my humble request to all join Slutwalk-kolkata on 24^th of May. 

Dark and Dirty secrets of women: Episode 1

It was Alka on other side of phone. ‘Hi cutie pie, I have a blissful news for you’, she verbalized. ‘What happened darling, depleted with my girlfriend search, have you?’ I quipped. ‘This news is more captivating than your girlfriend search’, she uttered. ‘Then what, you had sex with your boyfriend’, I spoofed. ‘Why you always add extraneous sexual comments during our conversation?’ she said annoyingly. I replied. ‘It makes me feel virile and non-gay and also sex fascinates humankind doesn’t it?’ ‘Whatever but the good news is that we got our first fund for “JAGRAN”’, she said vivaciously. After hearing this I almost jumped off my bed and told her ‘What, how! You must be kidding’. JAGRAN is our social enterprise for rural area’s school student.

‘Finally you cracked it, you are such a darling, definitely you wore short skirt at the time of JAGRAN’s promotion presentation’, I babbled. ‘Nah nah I had put my jeans on but my sleeveless top was low-cut’, she said coquettishly. I can almost see her winking from the other side of the phone. After a long discussion on JAGRAN’s mode of operation, I asked her, ‘may I ask couple of question about women’s behavior’. ‘Ah! What happened to you my baby, suddenly interested in women! Dear we have many economic and political topic left to discuss’, she flouted. ‘Baby, I am serious’, I said. ‘Ok ok, dear don’t pester me, and tell me your concern please’ she murmured.

“Sometimes, my female friends behave queer without any reason. Why they do so?”

 ‘Hmm nice observation dear but it doesn’t apply on me. Anyway, it’s just one of those things that we girls periodically go through when for no reason we hate everything and everyone around us except our girlfriends and chocolate’, she said smartly.

“Why you girls are so obsessed with voluptuous dance. Is it an alternative of porn?”

“What do you guys think, can’t we have a dark and dirty side? Actually, gals have more delectably naughty side but they just learned to hide it, hone it and keep it as deep of a secret as possible. Yes, we treat dance as an alternative of porn but not for us for you guys. The dance bars is of course, the common man’s version of entertainment. We don’t want to let you go near “Umraojaan” or “Anarkali”, so we gal learn dance. Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal intention. It all boils down to sex.”
I will look on your further query but give me some time. I need to take a bath and after that I am all yours’, she said sweetly.

Futile Education System: Time to Change

Everybody is talking about primary education. Indian Government spends 60% of education budget on primary education only, I acquiesce this. Primary education has to be improved because it is the backbone of country. Our HRD ministry, educationalists and researchers are putting their hyper active brain on the issue “How to improve primary education system” but I have simple doubt how they will deal with debris and dross man force which they are creating during their experimentation.


Fortunately, I have studied in one of the premier schools of the country till class X, so I was able to access excellent library facilities. I used these facilities and fell in love with Hindi literature and economics. I wanted to marry my love but my father abhors the idea of studying Arts subject. According to him only second division pass students study Arts subject and he is right as well in reference of north Indian small town. It was not his fault to abstain me studying Arts subject, it was system and government policies which nagged him to impede me going with my interest.

Unfortunately, I was the 11^th ranker of Jharkhand Board senior secondary examination in 2005 and I scored 100 marks in mathematics so I was compelled to prepare for IIT-JEE. I did that and cleared JEE and joined country’s premier science institute IISER-KOlKATA. After studying four year in this institution I am not fascinated with electron spin, Ant’s motion, Dog’s behavior, Quantum dot, Real Analysis and my trifling terms, so my teacher consider me as an average student and my classmates snub me.

In this situation, how humiliated I feel no one can imagine. All my prizes which I have won in sundry literary events seem to be vain.  In spite of immense zest and zeal I feel futile because I don’t have perfect platform to use my zeal for the betterment of society. It’s not only me! There are millions who are fighting with their shatter dreams because of pernicious education system. I don’t know who is responsible for this but it has to be improved and this is the time to change........

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I, heartily congratulate StayFree to have come up with such a novel idea of “Time to Change” concept. This pen down is due to the sole inspiration of their contest topic, at Indiblogger. 

IISER Does Matter!

It was muggy afternoon in Kolkata and I was waiting for my friends jay and vikas in Park Street. 
 Park Street is most perky place in Kolkata where you can discern newly arrived expensive cars and latest Bollywood fashion due to mushrooming of food-joints and dichotic. ‘It’s better to grab some KFC Grilled chicken than to wait under scorching sunlight’, I thought and I went inside Park Street’s KFC. I took corner table because I wanted to catch sight of street. 
 I am a KFC freak, especially spicy Grilled chicken maniac so I went to counter to order some more. On my way back, I saw a hot lass with luscious lips and alluring eyes was standing near my table. Her figure-hugging red top and skin-fit black jeans were flaunting her flat stomach and gorgeous legs. Her frizzy brown hair was neatly tied in a ponytail behind her back which was barely reaching her shoulders. I came at my table and said,” Excuse me, I am already here can you sit on some other table”? She simpers and glances around but all tables were occupied so she asked coquettishly, “Can I share your table for few minute”. I said, “ya sure, it’s my pleasure”. Although I feel distressing in front of classy and comely girls but I want to sit with them. I had no idea what I should say at that moment but I collect my courage and said your fish shaped earing is mind-blowing. Is it she said and asked,” What you do”? I feel vulnerable when someone asked this question still I answered,” I study in IISER-Kolkata. She frowned and fires a lot of queer questions like what is this, where is it and many more. After my irrational answer finally she asked,” How is it different from BSc. ”IISER’s course structure is different and it teaches integrated approach of science”, I said. “Can you explain integrated approach with some example”, she said. 


 In BSc. Exam Question comes….. 


What is your name? (10 Marks) But In IISER’s exam Question comes….

What is your name? Design a control experiment which can prove ‘your name’? Write Hamiltonian for your name and deduce ɸ function for it. Write a chemical reaction which will give ‘your name’ in one step. Integrate ‘your name’ with the help of contour integration. Write a python program which will give number of vowels and consonants in ‘your name’. Prove ‘your name’ is known from Precambrian era. (0.25 + 0.5 +0.5 +0.5 +1 +0.5 +0.25 Marks). 


 After hearing all this jargon she didn’t ask a single question about IISER but we discussed another 15-20 minute about Humid Kolkata. She was ready to leave so I spell out my number avoiding the probability of being embarrassed, alas! she still left me in awe and a bit of embarrassment……all i can recollect is the cute wink and her heart shattering words “ Am poor in science and by choice”. Thus ladies and gentlemen, was discovered “THE IISER EFFECT”.


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