WHO AM I?

I was there, I had a home of my own, and I had my lodging…… I was loyal... I didn’t want to betray those lysozymes , those glands and those ducts that gave me lodging. I wanted to stay with my friends, in a cosy place, a place which was the most happening and spotted by all. There was so much to be expressed always. I had to be always ready…. So much to work, so much of stress….. I had to be ready like that 11^th batsman in a cricket match in which all the good batsmen were down and it was a match where anything could happen anytime……

I considered myself so lucky to be a part of the most important places. The place where I live: A storehouse of emotions…… that serves as the door to the soul of a person. I am appreciated always, just like the 11^th batsman, always ready; either I make the match a grand success by saving the team in the last moment or even get the praise without coming into the field but I am praised always for being there for support and ever ready because in critical cases I am just there and before I come into the field the match is won!!!!! Or sometimes I’m not praised at all. Only chided!!! Still I am there always, protecting………….

Alas!!!! A day has to come when I need to leave my ‘sweet home’ and face the world … I am shed out... I travel down the lane… touching the soft flesh... I breathe fresh air….I go slowly…at times I’m wiped off in the middle of the journey by powerful opposing forces or at times I lay there in the corner as a tear drop ready to trickle down and loose myself …..But I give my host, the identity. I lose mine to make those eyes expressive…………

A realization

What I am going to describe is a small incident which shocked me recently. There has always been a notion that men in general express less and when women talk or convey something it may or may not get registered. It has always been portrayed like that. After observing my male friends I was also under this impression that probably everything we say doesn't get registered or even if they pretend that they have got it inside they may forget it later. Couple of days back I was having a chat with one of my friends after a long time. During the conversation my freind narrated to me ceratin instances which were quite faint in my memory. What made me spellbound was that even before I could ask something, he gave me certain instances in such intricate detail that forced me to sit back and think and just wonder.......

After sitting and reading the chat messages for half an hour I realized and exclaimed to myself: " That means all these years what all I spoke and did is still afresh in his memory and I underestimated him probably!"

In short, from the pages of my personal experiences : I realized that men/guys are good listeners and good retainers too. It's just that they don't feel like expressing these emotions and feelings and waste time as the women/girls do generally.