Why Indian Men Are Such Di*ckhead$

Indian men, barring a teeny tiny minority, are di*ckheads. There I said it. I hate generalizations.  Nevertheless, I did it now. Why you ask? Pray, I shall tell. Things post has been brewing for a while. You might have read, heard about the girl who was allegedly raped by the cab driver. In New Delhi. The capital of India which also has the dubious distinction of rape capital of the country. It could due to reported cases. Still. Do no hold me against published, peer review accepted data. This is not a post about facts and processed data. This is an outpouring. Delhi holds a special place in my heart. I grew up in the city.

To rationalize what we see everyday in urban India, one needs take a trip in a time machine. Boys, right from a very tender age are taught to be superior. Girls are taught to be submissive. This environment is the norm. Exceptions are very few and flung far apart. Girls from a very young age start helping their mother(who would be homemaker) in the chores around the house, Boys, from what I have seen around me rarely help. This pattern is seen throughout the country. Geographically, the pattern is repeated. NO exceptions. So a girl child of ten would be helping out whereas the boy child would be free to do as he pleases. The boy is bestowed with a sense of entitlement at such a young age. Girls, are taught they are burden on the family. Why? Simple, right from that young age girls are sermonized that the duty of the parents is to find a suitable groom. And of course, there is that big elephant in the room, which goes unacknowledged but never vanishing – dowry. It does not matter from which social strata you are from. Girls and hence women, are traded likely property. So you are fed, educated, and then traded off to the most suitable guy they(the parents) can find. It does not matter if the girl likes the boy or not. Things have changed in minuscule amounts. Even in a large urbanized metropolitan cities, the scenario described holds good.

Women, hence are treated like property. To be used and abused. Contemporary Indian society is not built on equity. There is a cavernous split on how a woman is treated with respect to the man. Gender disparity on almost all levels are skewed against the woman. And this is in an urban educated setting. The rural scenario is much worse. I have seen men, of all ages,  ogle and stare at women. Their lecherous strain is hard to not notice. Women are merely objects.

If you really want a society based on equity, start at home. How many of you have ever seen, while growing up, your father do the dishes? Or cook? Sweep the house? How many of you men share responsibilities? If there is an intent to change the behavior it has to start at home. People need to set an example for their children. This is phenomena that is not going to change merely by passing laws. Or even with a justice system that delivers and punishes the culprits. What we need is a shift to equity. Equity has to be taught in classrooms right from kindergarten. Until then, incidents like Delhi and other places will keep happening.

Men are dickheads because

1. They are entitled little shits.

2. They do not think for themselves.

3. They think women are the weaker sex.

4. They find it a-okay to pull their penis out and piss anywhere. Why? Because it is a man’s world. Fuck women.

5. They find it a-okay to bare their chests. Why? Because they can? Who cares about the women anyway?

6. They think that a woman’s place is in the house.

7. Women are nothing but baby producing machines.

8. Women are needed to cook, clean and do laundry. Hence, they get married.

When the average man has this mentality, how do you suppose things will change for the better?


Eggs fatafat!

Looks like I am going to post another egg recipe. So here goes


  • Eggs – 3
  • Milk – 60 ml
  • Butter – 1 tbsp
  • Shallots – 4
  • Dried Mango powder – 1/2 tsp
  • Lemon – 1/2
  • Corriander(cilantro) – To taste
  • Salt – to taste
  • Pepper – to taste


Method: Chop the shallots finely and set is aside. Break the eggs in a container and whisk it well. Once the white and and the yolk has mixed, add the milk. Ensure that the milk is luke warm. Add a pinch of salt and dried mango powder now. Whisk well and ensure it is frothy.

Heat a large pan and melt the butter in it. Put the shallots in and fry them till they turn golden brown. Put the flame on low and while beating pour the egg in. Let is spread out. Cook on a slow flame. Keep lifting the edges up so that they don’t stick to the pan. Once it has set in, sprinkle the coriander on top. Flip. Transfer it to a plate. Use a pepper mill and grind fresh pepper according to your taste. Squeeze the lemon. Bon apetit!


Coffee, tweetup & a rude shop manager.

UPDATE:  Saturday, 0026 hrs.  (scroll down to read the incident)

Tweeps, sorry could not update earlier but I was swamped with work. CCD Operations Head, Mr. Venu Madhav talked to me and has personally apologized and is looking in to the issue. He has also requested all the attendees contact details to make amends.

I have obtained all their twitter Ids and will forward the same to Mr. Madhav. Here at least the delay in updating the developments rests solely with me. One Mr. Venkat who heads Chennai operations will be talking to the Ispahani outlet people to get to the bottom of the issue.

Thanks for all the support. Further updates once Mr. Venkat calls.

What really happened:

WOW! That is the first reaction. Next is $hit! And then the rest of the reaction and emotions are totally unacceptable to be seen in print on a PG rated blog.

A little bit of background first :

We, bloggers and specifically, micro-bloggers of the site, Twitter decided to meet. Referred to as a Tweetup. About 23 of us. Location: Cafe coffee day, a mega coffee shop chain, Ishapani Center, Chennai, India.

About 12 had already arrived when I sauntered in with another friend and fellow blogger. There were familiar faces and some very new faces. And more were expected to arrive. The setting was perfect. People were warming up. Coffee and various other drinks were on the way. The promise of an epic evening was being set.

And oh boy, what an epic, albeit very short, evening it was! For the manager of the coffee shop, a very rude man, a Mr. Shiva, asked us to leave or pay a cover charge!!! That too after we had ordered to a bill amounting to Rs.1114 and more to be ordered. First reaction was disbelief. Second reaction was suppressed anger. We were not some teenage gang occupying space after ordering a cuppa joe.

We asked for the bill, we paid and we left. Quietly. We are all gentle people who were out for an evening of fun. In short, it was indeed a shock to realize that paying customers are treated in such an ignominious manner by Cafe Coffee Day.

None of us would ever step in to their cafes again. EVER.

A rum affair

It is 0227 in the morning, August, 10, 2009. For a change I am sitting in front of my PC while is generally goof off. Prior to this there was a #twoast, for the insomniacs in twitterville. To cut an awfully short story shorter, I tried this new recipe and liked it. So, here goes,

  • Grapes            – 300 gms
  • Ginger             – 10 gms
  • Lemon            – 1
  • Rum                 – 90 ml.

In the blender, add grapes, ginger, ice cubes ( 3), and lemon squeeze. Blend it. Strain it and pour it back into the jar. Add the rum and blend it again. Pour it into a cocktail glass. Viola. Your Rum grape sour is ready! Cheers!


Invariably talk about Asia food will involve the spices that go into it. For those, who have not lived here or cooked Asian food long enough, this will appear to be a daunting task.

Sure, a lot of blogs/cookbooks that will say how perfectly dishes will turn out, if you follow it to the ‘T’. What they do not tell you is that, tastes vary. Some spices age better. A few, the fresher they are, the best.

The central question is, ‘how do I get it right?’. Only one way. With practice. I do not go by measures. You need to have a feel of the dish by its sight and aroma. If you get it right the first time, good for you. If not, try again. I have sometimes goofed up dishes that I might have cooked at least a 100 times.

Folks, keep plugging at it. You are bound to get it right!