Act 1:
I was standing in a kilometer long queue for ticket cancellation at Pune railway station with my friend,Richa.The train for which I was cancelling the tickets was about to depart in half an hour. I tried to persuade people standing ahead of me to let me cancel my tickets first, as my train was about to leave. But, with no effect. They just ignored me like a beggar. I was hopeless in getting my ticket cancelled for another three hours. Richa continously yelled and disturbed me for not being able to get the tickets cancelled. Surely it was because of her feminine traits. She like, Queen Elizabeth wants everything right when she demands. Sudddenly a brilliant idea struck me. I asked her to try if she could get the tickets cancelled. Actually it was out of frustration and even an experiment. She took the tickets from my hands like an eagle.She went to an uncle aged boy to ask if she could get her tickets cancelled befor him as she was she had to catch a flight. Like all testesterone charged men, he obliged her and allowed her a place ahead of him to get her tickets cancelled. I was totally amazed. The impact of the shock was like a full-fledged punch on my nose. I slipped into the great depression immediately.
Act 2:
Since we missed the train to Ahmedabad from Pune, we had to come to Ahmedabd via Mumbai in a Volvo. If we were some 2 minutes late, we would have missed the volvo also and a complaint would have been lodged in the police station by Richa's parents against me for kidnapping her. But I guarantee, if somebody ever tries to kidnap her, he would repent it for his entire life. Somehow we boarded the bus for our destination i.e. Ahmedabad.The bus seemed to be maintained properly. We got the second last row.But the real nightmare was about to start. We felt like we were in Antarctica. The A/C temperature was strategically adjusted to -5 degrees (somehow they managed it). It was chilling. That night i realized the value of our blazers which we were required to carry as we had gone for a B-plan competition in Pune. All the passengers in the bus were definately jealous of the extra-advantage we had over the freezing temp. I even came up with a great biz-plan that if we sold our blazers to our jealous-shivering co-passengers, we would have managed to earn atleast Rs.10000/blazer. Anyway the scenario was pitiful as everyone in the bus tried to persuade the bus conductor to increase the temperature, but he was adamant. I was showered with caustic comments by Richa. So I challenged her to go and get it changed herself. She went and pleaded the conductor once and as usual he obliged. I felt very bad for being born as a boy for the first time in my life.I felt like demanding the government to introduce special rights for the increasing population of under-priviledged boys.
After that I witnessed many partial and unjust situations like standing in a queue for movie-tickets, making presentations in class and all these incidents just assured me of one thing "GIRL POWER". The "WOMEN"S RESERVATION BILL" has just elevated the power to these NINJAS. Women have a lot of potential in them. They should just learn how,when and upon whom to use it. Kabhi Socha Hai???
