The neo-gentleman my friends is a beast. All the ladies in the club will agree with me I assume? By that I do not just mean ladies of the ‘women who hate men they love or vice versa’ club … but women in general.
I will not be audacious enough to comment upon the situation in other towns of other cities of other countries but our very own cosmopolitan capital here is what I am going to rant about. What’s the low down on love today? Is it what it used to be? Are relationships the same or have the demographics changed? Have the tables turned?
I think they have. From what I see around me the female isn’t the femme fatale anymore, she isn’t the victor … she is the victim … of a new race of what used to be earlier referred as gentlemen, a race that has mutated into what should be referred as ‘men fatale’. The Dudley Do-Rights are dead and no longer around. Ladies lose hope - hope of finding Do-Right again and while you are at it also lose any hope of deliverance from these neo - (killer) gentlemen. It is sad how the beautiful McCartney song has lost its meaning. ‘Hope of deliverance, Hope of deliverance from the darkness that surrounds us’. I am getting carried away.
So, these men fatale. How does one identify them? Well, they are surely dressed better than before but more than often its just a wolf in sheep’s skin. They are charmers but the charms are parvenu and one can tell that they are. The money is plentiful, yes sir but how far can money take one – certainly not beyond the banks of the Hades. And what about Love – they own it or rather they seem to have such authority over it that they feel free to abuse it. Heartbreakers are what they are!
This isn’t a smug ‘Someone Like You’ typo old cow new cow theory that I have formed. It might be smug but I do have proof. Though it would not be too wrong to say that the whole old cow new cow philosophy is in a way - true. All men are narcissistic and cannot stand being with one woman. They are always looking out for the better, the new and improved. Ashley Judd stops believing in it towards the end of the film but hey, she has Hugh Jackman to shut her up.
What about us? Who do we have? The regular Rahul or Amit or Sanjay? Our regular Joes are nowhere close to picturesque and to top it all now they are the men fatale. They come, they conquer and they leave as quick as a flash of lightening. And I am not exaggerating. Four cases known to just me in a single month and here I am box of cleanex in one hand, typing with the other. Oh! I am not using the cleanex, I’m offering it to girlfriends. “I cannot get over my ex-girlfriend!” … Bam!; “I don’t think I can find anyone better than you. You’re too good for me. So, I am leaving you.” …Bam! “I love you but I will marry the girl my parents have chosen for me” … Bam and “I had the time of my life with you, the three years we were together but I don’t think it will work out in the future” … Bam Bam! Clean bowled! You bet I can cite more examples but these are just the ones from the top of my head.
Is this an epidemic? Are we as a civilization manufacturing a generation of men who leave women they love? Or better yet, are we producing a whole new race of rap loving misogynistic, smack-my-bitch-up-typo brutes? My guess is we are. Well, then who is to blame and what is to be done about it?
I think the only solution is that men in India or rather specifically men in Delhi should either be sent for training to military school or to some remote part of Andaman and Nicobar islands where the men I hear are still gentlemen …
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