"What the blazes do you THINK you're doing?!" I spin around and glare at the man. I'm surprised by the startled look on his face. "I-I-I..." he goes, then recovers from the shock and stares back at me indignantly. "I can't help it if you look like a man from behind!" I sputter with anger and wonder at his audacity to answer me back, after committing the unforgivable act of PUSHING me in the crowded mela they call the Chhatrapati Shivaji terminus. Then I reassess the situation and console myself with the fact that this is not the first time. As I think of something cutting to retort, the culprit slips away. I find my way out of that jungle of moving bodies, each aimed at the final destination they call work, work and more work. I wonder again at the extreme inability that the clown obviously possessed to differentiate between Man and Woman. Hey, I should think ANYONE could give countless points of difference between the two most competitive species created by the Master above. I am wearing an old but favourite pair of jeans that fits me like a second skin and an equally embracing T-shirt... and as such I should think my sexy figure is more than apparent. In addition I have the graceful walk only a woman could have, a smart PURSE. My shoes are dainty. My hands are shapely and taper to delicately polished nails. Yes, you seem to be getting the point: when such is my appearance, that one must have been BLIND to mistake me for a man. All this analysing has made me very, very angry. I am now worked up to the state of a bomb that has reached its exploding point. I am ready to cheerfully destroy any of this preposterous species called MAN who DARES to manhandle me again. That feeling, however, slowly ebbs when I think of the not-so-outrageous examples of chivalry, care and thoughtfulness that I see among the other species. It doesn't quite outdo the number of black sheep, no. But it makes life tolerable. At other times, I laugh when I think about my very female reaction to these crazy despots. And I feel like getting into the mood of playful teasing. Like, when a youth committed the same mistake and had me withering him with one look from my otherwise friendly eyes. He obviously had a conscience and as I walked away to tackle the rest of mankind I felt a tap on my shoulder. "Miss?" A mischievous imp took hold of me. I turned with my right hand stroking my spotless chin (in the Godrej ad style). "Who? Me?" He laughed, apologised. I knew I had made a friend. THAT thrilled me! I like to think of a man as a person who's enigmatic and mysterious in a very attractive way. Someone who's strong and like a fort that's meant to protect and shelter. Someone who brings a glow to a woman's face every time she thinks of him. He takes away her pain and the burdens on her shoulders, replacing those with a strong and reassuring arm. Someone who cherishes a woman instead of grabbing every opportunity to maul and abuse her. Hey guys, it's not difficult to acquire these gentle characteristics. Try it, you'll be sure to score some significant points with that woman whose heart you're trying so hard to win!!! Guys, watch this space: Sofia Rodrigues will be back with more! Tell us what you think of this diary
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