We try... we really try hard... to be sensitive, to be caring, to be serious about issues other than sports, music, movies or women for that matter. The fairer sex wants a little more compassion, a little more love, to be mushier, to look at the beauty around, to cuddle an animal, to be open to pink curtains and peach carpets... God, we really try... But boys will be boys... For Life...
I recently had a blast of a time at a friend's wedding... The songs, the dance, the girls, the booze and the food, all contributing to an excellent end to a great evening... But ask anyone present there, any of the guys that is, whether it was the best time he had during the long week associated with Indian marriages. The answer, more likely than not, will be No... That's not surprising, because unknown to the outside world including the bride's family, we had a Boys night out two days before the groom signed on the dotted line to end his eventful life as a bachelor.. We organized what people call a Bachelor party... I don't think calling it a bachelor's party quite covers all the angles... Because we had guys who were married who enjoyed as much as the others... So we preferred to call it a Boys night out... And boy, did we have fun... Another reason I wouldn't call it a bachelor's party was because we didn't follow any of the regular norms or rules associated with it... All we did was drink, talk and play... unimaginable games invented on the spot, unmentionable talk about the past, the present and the hopeful future, of times we had and the situations we faced, the usual cacophony associated with guys talk, and unbelievable amounts of alcohol.. But what amazed me was how a simple night like that could be more fun than all the parties, the girls and the usual destruction associated with a Blast... Maybe it was the Guy thing... the matching interests, the ability to gel with the whole group, the freedom to push each other around, to humiliate each other turn by turn... No, not humiliate, let's say put down... in a friendly sort of way... the things we can't do in presence of women, things they will never expect and never accept... No offense meant... They on their part are absolutely correct... we are sometimes absolutely incorrigibly disgusting... and it's their job to keep us straight... But sometimes our inner self comes out no matter how much they try to tame it... Boys will be boys...
A couple of my friends had visited my hometown a month back... I showed the two couples around town... It was evening when I took them to the golf club, the last stop before boarded their bus back... the rain had just stopped and the grass was glowing with sun falling on the droplets of rain.. The clouds had just lifted, giving us a view of the mountain range on the horizon... everything was perfect... well almost... My friend's fiancée just couldn't stop saying how beautiful it is, how romantic the view was... The other girl also joined in... Repeating the same compliments over and over... hoping, or maybe willing their respective guys to appreciate the beauty and the romance in the air... "Wish we had a house here", "wish we could just stay in this moment a little longer", "This is so perfect"... The guys nodded their heads and quietly agreed with them... then they looked at me and gave a wry smile... their thoughts resonated mine, their eyes and smile enough to let me know what they were thinking, no words spoken but the silence spoke louder than any words. "This place is so perfect... wish we had a Beer."
Boys Will Be Boys
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