Perception

Perception is what this world thrives on. Everything is always about the brand. This world has suddenly lost all confidence in the intrinsic qualities of a human being. What is more important is the brand which he carries. Life has suddenly shrunk into the chaos of business cards. Everyone wants a bigger and better looking card. Gone are the days when the individual goodness and humility stood the first priority for humans.


Take IIT for example. The students there are no better than any of the other engineering colleges. The course remains the same and so does the knowledge domain of the teachers. So what makes the IITs the most coveted colleges in India? Its perception. Since our inception we are made to believe that IITs are the best colleges in India. We are told that getting into them is no joke and that if we do manage to get in, it would mean a fat paycheck, respect everywhere and a painfree passage through a much easier life. And there it begins.. Everyone wants to get those things in life and so we strive to be the ' Best'. Now in reality, getting all those things at the same time is impossible and even if it were to be possible, there is no compulsory provision that only an IITian can achieve those. But its something our parents conveniently forget to teach us. And so the struggle begins. We create an illusion in our heads and long to realize it. We become too afraid to look beyond the IITs. Same is the case with the society. A guy from IIT, who's no better than a guy from some other college, would receive much more appreciation and approval in the society than the poor non-IITian.


So what makes the difference? The answer lies in the phenomenon called perception. We are all pawns in the mindless propagation of this phenomenon. From the time we are born to the time we take the last breath, its merely the perceptions that we care about. Come to think of it, the whole ‘society’ concept is just another euphemism for perception. “We shouldn’t be shown in this light. What will the society say?”, “avoid the company of troublemakers. What will the society think?”. These are just a couple of things we have all heard during our lifetime. Kinda makes you wonder if it really is worth it?


Schadenfreude is the term that should be used to denote our society. Schadenfreude means taking spiteful malicious delight in the misfortune of others. Its ugly and taboo so no one really accepts its presence, but within the coffers of everyone’s minds its pretty much prevalent. We as a society find a pleasure in watching others fail and therein lay the roots of the perception bug. We don’t want others to look down upon us, make fun of us behind our backs, and hear snickering when we pass people in the hallways.


There is no doubt that the IITs or the IIMs are very good colleges and that the students there are one of the brightest minds in our country but one must not see it as the end of the road if one doesn’t get in. Ultimately its who you are that defines you as a person and not where you received your education. Parents should realize this and convey the same to their children. People from better colleges should realize this before canning and making fun of the guy coming from a lesser known college. Compassion is a drug to cure this problem of perception, the only question is – do we want to be cured?

To new beginnings

The taste of a comeback is far more savory after pangs of absence. Well after managing to fly under the radar for almost one and half years I am back to this blog. A lot has happened in this lost time and lets just say that it feels good to be writing again.

For a long period of time during the past year I was filled with a sense of hopeless despair and had a hard time overcoming it. I was in a very dark place and like a phoenix I have managed to rise from my ashes stronger and wiser. Writing here feels like a lesson in relativity. It seems just yesterday that I had written my last entry and it feels as if all this time had passed rather quickly but while I was living through the bad phase it seemed the time had slowed its progress down. I wasn’t even able to complete my thoughts that I had penned down during this period, so as a result I have numerous incomplete entries sitting here on my computer.

Its funny how perceptions also change with time. After having managed to alienate all of my friends and dear ones I finally have them all back. Success and failure has that effect I guess. Don’t get me wrong. I am not saying that success attracts friends however true that statement might be it didn’t apply in my case. Its just that when you fail at something you start to question your moves. You go back to the start and analyze your actions, your reactions, your approach and even your motives. And in that time of cynical delusion you tend to read too much into the reactions you get. And being a master of subtext and underlying meanings doesn’t help you either. All it takes is just a little push down the wrong path and before you know it you end up spiraling down the path of loneliness.

I realize now that I am rambling on here, so I hope I get some leeway considering this is the first time I have written in 1.5 years. All I want to convey is simple. Failures are as much a part of life as successes. I really don’t believe it when people say that ‘somebody’ has always won everything in his life. Everybody loses at one point or the other. It’s the law of averages. You are bound to fail almost as many times as you succeed. So one must go through these phases to understand and acknowledge the success better. And most importantly keep up the appearances. As a matter of fact many of the people who’ll read this will find it very hard to believe that I had so much turmoil brewing just under the cloak. So take this as an advice: win or lose, keep up the appearances.

P.S: I would like to apologize deeply to all the friends I had alienated during the course of last year and I hope you forgive me. 

The Child In Us

Remember the time in our childhood when we used to wait for the vaporous plume to engulf the horizon? After months of sweltering heat we would look forward to the good old monsoon. As soon as the first sign of a potential cloud appeared on the sky we used to go out of our homes onto the streets, waiting impatiently for the first driblet to touch the earth, to feel the wetness of drizzle against our cheeks, screaming out in joy. Gone are the days as we grew up.

Human mind consists of many small and intricate pathways which control the human body and its functions. There is a small part of it in which the child in us lives. He dares to venture out every now and then but quickly gets squashed down owing to the pseudo-social etiquettes. It is this child which makes us do these crazy things and be what we once were. As we grow up, the voice of the child starts to diminish until it can make barely audible squeaks from time to time. And we are too busy to listen to it.

A few days back, I was sitting at my desk, feigning interest in my work when the clock struck 12:30 PM, indicating that it was time for the meal of the day. The hunger was growing in my stomach and the prospect of eating in the canteen made my skin crawl, so as usual I thought of the regular road-side eatery to have my lunch. But the moment I stepped out of the building I saw marginal rainfall hitting the curb. My first impulse was to make a run for it and feel the rain, but my social alarm went off and I thought that it was really a bad idea to take that unnecessary risk to eat better food. But against my better judgment I decided to listen to that child inside me and I ventured out in the drizzle. 

Suddenly I was a child, walking in a park, loving the rain, with no regard for the world around me. With each step my pulse quickened and the excitement grew. The thrill spent a chill down my spine but I didn’t care because I was being stupid. The 150 meters long walk seemed to invigorate me to the point of restlessness. I reached my destination somewhat wet but the food made the trip worthwhile. By the time I was done, the downpour had quickened and there was no way I would have made it without getting drenched to the bone.

The thing about madness is that it not only brings energy into the whole system but also helps people see things in a new way. I stepped out in that full-blown storm and felt the first wave of cold wind hit me in the face. It was only moments before my attire was dripping water. As I walked back those 150 meters back, with people skittering away from the road running for cover, I had an epiphany. It was not just me who was getting soaked in the rain, but I was the only one who was feeling thrilled by that experiment. Somehow I felt liberated and alive again. 

As I walked my last steps away from the cold rain, I noticed the looks people around me were giving me. I immediately recognized that look. It was the one of incredulity, as if they had just seen a mad man. Here I was smiling at myself for loving the whole episode and there they were, too afraid to leave the safety of their shelters. As I walked back to my space in the office I felt boring eyes of my colleagues seeing me disheveled and wet, for the first time, and I realized something. I didn’t care!

As I sat down at my desk, I couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. I realized that the smile was not of amusement but it was a smile of satisfaction, the smile that is on the face of a person who has just found what he was looking for.  So I asked myself this- what is so wrong with being a child once in a while? What is so catastrophic about feeling alive once in a while? We are all so caught up in our lives that we don’t see what makes us happy. It’s the materialistic things that we vie for throughout most of our adult life and never even enjoy them. We are raised to shelve up things of value but never the things which matter. Why don’t we give ourselves the chance of smiling with satisfaction? Why don’t we be the children we once were?

Being busy and focused is a big deal but its not the only thing that matters. Lets all take a little time out of our lives to let the child in us wander out, lets go out and enjoy the rain, lets feel alive once again, because life is too short and there are a million things that we never do.

The Third Impression

“It’s the first impression that will open or close doors for you.”

This statement says it all. A good first impression will get you through the metaphorical door to success. Today’s world is a standing testament to this adage. We wake up in the morning, wear our best clothes, go out the door with a huge smile on our facial façade and hope to God that it will get us the one thing which we have been taught to run after, a laudable first impression. And then hopefully it will be a smoother ride home.

I feel that the ‘first impression’ is way too over-rated. Everybody think of themselves as some kind of psych analysts and start judging people on the basis of their first impressions. They don’t even give it a thought that may be a person is more than what they appear at first. Everyday tens of hundreds of people face the same harsh scrutiny; they face the same fear of losing everything at stake right at the outset. Can’t we all accept the fact that maybe a person could be better judged on the base of the second impression, or even the third one? No, we don’t. Its way too much to ask of us stone headed imbeciles. After all who wants to give a person, having such a horrible first impression a second look?

This piece of writing is titled the ‘Third Impression’ and some of you might already be yawning since until now I have said nothing about it. Just another example of the first impression shortcoming. I cant help it because I am, and always have been a third impression guy. Life’s has never been a walk in the park for me or many others like me. We have always been under-appreciated and chucked out of the ‘we-are-so-awesome’ club.

Without more of the generalizations and satires, I would like to dwell into what seems to b e an outlandish concept of third impressionists. I have always been a bulky guy and to top it I was raised to the peril of introvertiveness. So in simple words I was intimidating and kept to myself. Now you don’t need to be a rocket scientist to guess the kind of first impression I always made – snobbish brute. I rarely remember anyone meeting me for the first time and getting along with me instantly. I have always had to work hard for the second glance. Slowly I climbed up to the stage of college life and my worst fears climbed up with me. I was sure to be outcast of the clan and I was sure that the day I would pass out of the college no-one would ever remember a shy, silent guy who always lurked in the shadows of the limelight. That was when I found a bunch of daring people who took mustered up some courage to give me the second chance. But soon I discovered that even the second chance wouldn’t work for an introvert like me. So I lost some of those daring guys based on the second impression.

I was distraught with hopelessness and misery, which I thought would haunt me even in my happiest of dreams. But life had different plans for me. Many of those daring guys turned out to be of caring sort too. And finally I got my third chance. In hindsight I consider myself to be the third time lucky. And more importantly I found my niche, along with the knowledge that there will always be some people who would be willing to give you the third chance. And as they say, the rest is history. I managed to get appreciated by those around me, I no longer feared the limelight, and most important of them all – I found a bunch of people whom I could call friends for life.

After having ranted on for God knows how long I have a feeling that the readers would be looking for the trademark ‘pearl of wisdom’ and I will give it to them. In this fast paced life, where people don’t have time to say hello to the people they care about, there is still some hope for us, the third impressionists. Sooner or later people would wake up to us; they will realize our true worth. Someone would come along and say that smiling ‘hello’ and in turn we will reciprocate with a smile filled with gratitude; for they will believe that there is a real person behind the intimidating and seemingly self-absorbed exterior. It is very easy to lose your heart but all it takes for us to get back on the horses is just one leap of faith.  

Human

“Lets face it, we all love violence.” Says James Spader in an episode of Boston Legal wherein he has to defend a guy who had used violent ways to get thing done. Of course in the end he ends up convincing the jury about the innocence of the man he was defending, but something about his way made me believe that it’s true.

Don’t we all love the bad guys and violence? Many of us get the newspaper and the first things we scan for is tragedy or violence. If we don’t find it we are inwardly a bit disappointed, on the other hand if we do manage to find a news story about it then it dominates our coffee-room conversations. So what is it about the bad guys that we love so much?

Recently I read “Hammer of the Eden”, a novel by Ken Follett. It was written from 2 point of views- the bad guy and the good cop. The only problem was that the bad guy view was so riveting and enchanting that it overshadowed the story of the cop. And in the end when all hell breaks loose and the bad guy lost, I couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. You see what I did was to get to know the reasons behind the things the bad guy did and somehow I could empathize with him.

So this is how the thought process behind this piece of writing began. I was deeply perturbed because when I realized that I was unhappy about the ending of the novel, which made me panic. I thought that there must be something wrong with me because I was silently rooting for the bad guy to win in the novel. Then I realized something which may sound cynical but it’s the truth.

We are all human and however hard we try to avoid it, we just cant stop our conscience and humanity from playing a small part in all the decisions we make. So when we come across situations where a guy has done something bad, we tend to stop looking at that guy as a human. We judge him as a wrong doer and when that mentality is set, you just cant see beyond it. We don’t want to think that may be the person had a very pressing reason to do it, or may be that the person concerned should be treated with a little open mind. The media doesn’t help either. They constantly keep telling us how others were affected by this guy’s actions and how he didn’t even think for once before committing that heinous act.

We love watching him go down and when it is all over we wait for the next bad guy to come along. Why do we do this? Is it because such episodes are real-life entertainment? Or is it because of the innate human faith. Lets face it, we all live in a misanthropic world and we need to have a little faith to survive in it. So we look forward to events like these to reinstate our faith in goodness. We believe that no matter how bad a situation can be there will be dawn, however dark the path may be but there will be light at the end of it. And so when a bad thing happens we all live to bask in the rejuvenated faith that the goodness will have the final say.

Meanwhile lets not forget that the people are not bad, its the situations that make them act the way they did. And hang on to the faith because at the end of the day it’s the only thing that will get us through.

Double Lives

Don't we all lead double lives?
Everyday we wake up in this world full of creatures out of your comfort zone, and the mind somehow dons the personality which suits out day to day life. There are mostly 2 kinds of personalities one portrays in his life. One which makes his life bearable and enjoyable (sometimes) and the one which is their true self. Somehow the moment we walk through the doors of adulthood, our mind develops a psyche which is somewhat different from whats yours, which makes the passing a little bit easier, which makes trotting through the complex labyrinths of life gentler. And before we know it, we all are living a life whose major portion consists of lies and deceptions.
So why do we do it?
Puritans would say that one doesnt has to mask one's personality to live peacefully in this world, but surely they never lead a life in the modern era. Each step you take, each move you make is constantly monitored and frowned upon. Someone who doesnt follow the norms of the "society" is deemed an outcast and a freak. To live successfully in this era one has to don the personality which is socially acceptable. The way we laugh at some of the most ludicrous jokes, the way we suck up to the powerful, the way we lead our lives is something out of the 'Bible for suicidals' and still it is the way we live. We feel vulnerable when we show out true colors to the social world and so we create a persona of conformation.
Thats why childhood is such a great place to be, where no one needs to lead a double life, where life is not a tangled web of intricacies but a simple winding road.
All said and done but at the end of the day one has to know which one is their true self, because one wouldnt want to loose oneself in this world, where people have to become a schizophrenic with multiple personality disorder in order to be deemed fit for survival.
What would I not give to lead my life being just me, but I guess thats only a theoritical possibility, because i woulnt want to be tagged lusus naturae.

A Day Unglorified

Have you ever had the feeling that all you do turns out wrong? The feeling when you are being crushed from the inside and still have to smile for those around you, so that they dont presume their outcome just like yours? The one when you feel like the whole point of your existence becomes oblique? When you are standing in a mall full of happy people and you feel that you are the only one who wants to say out loud- "Kill me, kill me now."? I hate feeling all those things and so do most of the humans. Usually this phase is followed by the inevitable and pitiful statements like- "Dont worry dude, shit happens." or "Koi nahi yaar, tension na le.".
There comes a point in every man's life when he stops trying to feel anything because its just too plain painful. His heart cries and the mind tries to console it by conjuring up some non-existent visions of hope. When you start thinking about the whole path your life has followed up until now and you realize that its not what you started out for. When the dreams of glorious future seem a distinct impossibility and the the light at the end of the tunnel turns out to be that of a fast train rushing towards you, what do you do?
You just let it be.

The Perfect Job

Here I am, sitting in my plush office and my mind wanders. The screen in front of me shows psychedelic patterns which I am too stoned to even care about. The comfortable chair gives me the luxury to nod off while giving the illusion of a person hard at work. Suddenly I have the hackneyed out-of-body experience. I see myself strangely from above and all I can see is a guy who doesn’t give a damn about the gibberish he’s made to do and yet he is trying to fit in. I see a sea of heads, each glued to their respective screens and pretending hard as I wonder why? Just because someone pays you just enough to keep the cogs of your life running, doesn’t give him the right to make you do what you detest.
I see the Armani clad wannabe, who likes to call himself ‘The Manager’, bullying some misdirected souls. This guy must have been bullied a lot during his childhood so he comes to the office daily thinking its his divine right to avenge it on the poor sycophants who try their phoney smiles every time the boss tells a non-existent joke. Shakespeare once said that the world is just a stage and all men and women are actors. Looking around my office I see people who have taken this statement too seriously! I feel disgusted by all this and that’s when the self loathing hits me. I, myself, am trying to fit into this society of hypocrites.
That’s when the pessimist in me kicks in and fills my mind with the ignominious question- What if there is no perfect job out there which I would look forward to do? People talk about ‘Job satisfaction’ and other fancy terms, and still they do what they do without loving it. The very thought of doing this work for the rest of my life makes me feel repugnant. I sometimes think if the term ‘Ideal Job’ really exists in nature? Even if someone got his lucky charm riding and got a job he would love to do, would he feel the same enthusiasm waking up each morning to do the work he ‘loves’? Its bound to get monotonous and tiresome after a while.
I hear people saying –“What would I not give to go on a vacation or just sit idle at home.”, and I think – for how long will they love it? Maximum 3 months? And after that they’ll be itching to get back!
Then my thoughts turn to the incredulous section of this society which is the most bizarre and unfathomable to me – the workaholics. The people under this section do not pretend, they actually care for the crap they do and are not vexed to put in the ‘extra hours’ to get it done. But this behavior does not engross me the most, what does is that enigmatic smile of satisfaction on their faces at the end of the day. That smile makes me believe that there is a ‘perfect job’ for people out there. Its up to them to go find it or for the more unimaginative lot, find solace in what they currently do. People keep on running all their lives not knowing what they are running towards and in the end they form that discontented group of people who crib about anything and everything.
Will I be able to find the “right job” for me? That’s a nebulous question whose answer lies hidden in the unexplored horizons of the time to come. Until then I sit in my office and my mind wanders as I dream on….

Biking Odyssey

Some people love biking. They just can’t get enough of it. For them nothing can substitute the thrill of speeding through an empty urban roadway. They get some sort of high from the high octane biking. Unfortunately, as it turned out, I am one of those bikers.
“You are only as good as your machine”, I’ve heard this sentence and I find it absolutely preposterous. The people who say this are either the home bound theorists or have always travelled only on vast, plain and empty roads. When one comes across the urban roads it’s an entirely different matter. On such roads, driving is more of a mind thing than the machine dependent simulation. You can try all you like but while driving in a metro city you have to use your brains more often than any other sensory organ of your body and that’s precisely what makes it even more addictive.
There is absolutely nothing compared to a speedy retreat to ones dwelling, after a long hard day at the ever enigmatic place called ‘the office’. Just you and your bike, on the long, cold and dark road; speeding at your will; the wind in your hair, saying something soothing in your ears. The moment you climb that bike all the headaches and the heartburns, suffered during work, leaves you. You find that 1 hour of your day brilliantly dazzling in the otherwise pallid 24 hours. Probably the best thing about travelling by road is that there are no demarcations based on wealth, castes and creeds. You are all the same to the road and it will do all it can for all of us.
Then comes the rain.
Kolkata is a filthy city, utterly chaotic and closely resembling a bedlam. And the roads (a vast black array of bumps, holes, abysses, soil fragments) are made of surprisingly water soluble material, so it doesn’t take a genius to figure out the state of affairs when it rains in Kolkata. This combination is the most feared and deadly one and hardly any biker would find moxie to drive a bike on it let alone enjoying it.
Yesterday was a day of the Armageddon! (for the roads of Kolkata). The rain had started early morning and it was raining cats and dogs throughout the day and night. And during this cataclysmic day a lonely ranger ventured into the unknown. His weapons were with him- an overwhelming urge to go home, an optimism and trust on Kolkatan roads, and his bike. He was apprehensive yet he was confident, his heart raced with fear while his hands gripped the handle with an apodictic certitude. He was alone because his usual home-bound partner had ditched him. He put him anxiousness to rest and roared off from the parking. The moment he left the building he was drowned in a pool of muddy water. It was an artistic specter, with the debris floating in the water along with the biker. Suddenly the engine whined as if threatening to shut down and the adrenaline rushed in his body. He accelerated until he reached the shallower pool of muddy water. He had thought that this is the only demon he will have to face during this odyssey but as he looked up in the far horizon, he couldn’t help gulping his own words. There was a long, honking, blaring topsy-turvy awaiting his entrance onto the main road (from now on I will call the relatively shallow muddy waterway as road).
He was piqued to say the least. The journey hadn’t even started and he was loosing the first of his weapons. But he braved on. He found the small clearing between the monstrous buses and SUVs with great difficulty and inched his way closer to his destination. He was sure that this was the only stretch of road where he would face the 2 antagonists and as soon as he left that stretch, his problems would half themselves. He left it and drove in silence for a while, silence which turned out to be the one before the storm. As soon as he entered the “safer” zone, he was engulfed in a bigger wave of both traffic and water, this time the water daring to reach up to his knees. He was angry at God for making this such a painful experience for him, cursing his stars under his breath. Anger gave him new life and he accelerated into the ‘road’.
Just half way through the journey and he was exhausted and numb. The cold had settled into his bones and now he was sure that nothing could worsen the situation. Suddenly a pop! His headlight went out. The ire which followed inspired a fresh wave of adrenaline and he zoomed quickly into the dark. Out of nowhere he heard a guzzling sound of water being sucked somewhere and it was not long before he realized he was headed straight towards the open man-hole along with large quantities of muddy water. He maneuvered his bike just in time to avoid the catastrophe. Fortunately no more mishaps followed during the rest of his journey.
When he reached home he was at wits end. But surprisingly he wasn’t all forlorn. He was actually upbeat in reliving the experience in his head. He felt profoundly proud about being able to push his limits. He distinctly remembered feeling euphoric when the first raindrops hit his face. He had an impish smile on his face when he thought about the numerable pedestrians whom his bike had given a shower, during the quest of not shutting itself off. He was happy and wanted people to feel his thrill.
And that’s what one should ideally do in life, isn’t it? We crib and crib about what has happened in the past and how horrible it was but we never try to remember the little joys which it gave us. Life goes on and so should you. Take the positives out of a misfortune and move on because life is too short to be lived unhappily.

Men are from Mars & Women from Venus..Really??

Can anyone tell me what the hell does this mean? This is one of the most used, rather misused, statements in the history of debating. I feel no one understands the statement fully; they just use it to divert the topic. Hell, the guy who wrote the book, the supposed master of relationship, the guy who allegedly understands women completely, is a 5 time divorcee! So much for the “expertise”.
The news channels have helped only to increase the misinterpretation of this statement. These days the news has gone so rotten that they don’t know what to show throughout the 24 hours, so they find solace in showing weird and crazy stories as breaking news. If this doesn’t work there is always the evergreen format of debating on mundane and piffling things. The other day I came out of my slumber to watch one such debate, which made me regret my getting out of slumber. The debate was about the misuse of perks given to women and there were a bunch of pseudo intellectual beings trying to make sense out of plain gibberish. There was this one guy, who looked as if he’s had a hangover and was dragged out of bed to be on the show, who was wide eyed and suited just to look good on TV and getting paid for it. Whenever the waning debate required him to talk, all he was muttering was “men are from Mars and women are from Venus. They can’t be the same.” And he used this tactic throughout the debate, stating the saying in various forms, and what was more disgusting was that everybody was looking at him with a respect and no one was willing to get their ass on the line by countering his “argument”, as it was something they barely understood. I was watching it with a sense of growing frustration so as to how a statement was being used without anyone knowing what it meant and as a ready reprieve from having to answer some tough questions.
All this topsy-turveydom made me think what did it actually mean? If we take the literary implications of the statement it would mean that women like sun and men don’t. Because Venus is closer to sun and Mars is a bit far away from it. Being a man, I know what we like. We love our sun. Have you ever seen a man wearing protection masks and sun screen creams to protect his ‘soft’ skin from sun? And on the other hand I haven’t seen a woman trying to go out there in the burning sun to enjoy the sunshine. So definitely the statement doesn’t mean that men don’t like the sun and women do.
So moving on to another possible inference-that all the lesbians are from Venus and all the gays are from Mars! I mean when you come to think about it, this statement wasn’t invented by the church to evade all the questions about the disfunctionalities of some men and women, who choose to take the ‘unholy’ way in life. Hence this interpretation suits the trash bin.
Then comes the 3rd interpretation- that normal men live on Mars, normal women live on Venus and all the Androgynes rule the earth!. Now that’s again a controversial meaning. Because just yesterday I saw this person, who looked like an attractive women, walk by me. But I cant be too sure if she was transgendered because nowadays you cant be too sure. Hey wait a minute….I live on earth. So I hereby remove this suggestion too from the list of plausible explanations.
I could go on writing about the various and what could be termed as stupid interpretations, which find their way out of the uncluttered and jobless mind of mine, but there should a word limit, otherwise people won’t read it! It was then that I stumbled upon its true meaning, or what I thought could be true. And it came to me in the same bizarre way that the doubt had crept into my mind. Another pseudo intellectual ‘expert’, a friend of mine, mentioned it casually to me. The meaning is supposed to be found in the region of symbology. Venus represents love and tenderness and so it somehow truly describes the intrinsic traits of a women (God knows how?). And the Mars represents Aggression which is associated to the intrinsic character of men (we???aggressive?? we are just meek and pushovers in front of women. This is preposterous!!). So thus I came to know that how one can make sense out of a non-sensical statement…and make millions of it too.
I would have to say at the end that let men and women stay on Earth and let the Martians or the Venusians live in peace, because if humans reached there then one can only imagine how much chaos and havoc will be caused by us. After all that’s what we humans do..right?