The Masculine Gender—Kunal Roy

THE MASCULINE GENDER

An occasion was arranged in an office. Inclined to celebrate the 'International Men's Day'. The sun reached the mid sky. The male employees turned up. A festive mood. Little later something changed, much to the surprise of the rest. The male boss took his male employees to a big room. The female ones were struck with awe. They were left behind like the harrowing past. The doors were shut. A big fatty cake smeared with cream and cherry was delicately placed on the glass table. Candles were lit. Candles were put off. The cake was cut, distributed and finally put on the face to display the oodles of fun! I am not here to utter that the very hour witnessed a physical union between the males. But the way they danced, embraced and touched each other expressed one single thing: Men are Men, no matter how incorrigible they are! The tough, potent and dominating section of this social milieu! 

  Yes they are tough. They are always on the active ladder of the closest posture. They rule and show time and again. They hate tears. They love to shout. They love to shoot. They love to scream to hide their mistakes and sins. They prefer to control any situation to anything come on their way. The dishevelled hair, the clean shaven skin, the bangle on the arm, a hoarse voice and above all a smart and arrogant gait define the appearance of this gender. Men marry. Bring the bride. Enforce the norms on the newly wed bride. Share the bed to satisfy the lust. Inflict torment and torture to blatantly flaunt their masculinity. Moreover, never think twice before encouraging in an extra marital affairs. Display the wealth to continue with the relationship. Drive the fast car to some unknown destination. Hold hands, kiss the forehead and enter into a lip lock! It is really phoney to note the scruples refuse to work! Return intoxicated. And if the protest is raised, scars are inevitable on the fair skinned lady whom he has promised to take care at the hour of nuptial knot! Such is the male who boasts of his genitals and takes pride in showing the strength at the typical moment of severe intimacy! The love and lust shared on the warm bed is soon forgotten after the nocturnal hours are over and the lazy sun streams in through the windows to proclaim the arrival of a new day.

  The males don't know where to stop! The misconduct is equally distributed between the same and opposite genders. A strange characteristic feature! They like to travel on lonely streets flooded with the halogens. Mingle the discordant voice with the surrounding air. Drag a helpless lady into their fast car. The clothes are tattered. The mouth is made to shut. She is ravished. Blood on the lips, skin and genitals encourage in a devilish pleasure. Complaints are lodged. They are grilled for hours. Political clout works. They are released to breed a bigger crime. The vicious cycle continuous. Really brazen to note! 

 But all the males are not same. There are different individuals too. They understand, realise and are empathetic. They know to show reverence to all classes. Yet they suffer. Heart bleeds. Intolerance reigns the kingdom. Suicide becomes an inevitable choice! In fact the two sides of the same coin are not always same. Still the majority bolsters the vulnerable issue. 

  They love and deceive on the same plane. They bathe in the cascade and know to stab from behind. They sit on the supine rock and create a pack of lies. They assemble before the Lord, chuckle and hatch a severe scheme. They are dominating and dominated. They pluck a flower to propose and often end up in spreading the hemlock! Indeed a surprising creation of God. But who is there to shoulder the onus? The society or the individual or the family! The answer is yet to be known. The pampered class. The wrathful soul. The obstinate. The lover of freedom. The lover of leisure and luxury. The ageless miracle. The unstoppable saga. Will it ever break to ensure a state of equilibrium? Will the male ever acknowledge the necessity of a female? Will the society ever ensure peace, comfort and progress? I , being a grain of this patriarchy don't know the answer. A sad note. An inability. An insecurity. Any view?