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My Kingdom for Two X Chromosomes

October 14, 2010

Ashok was tired and dejected. It had been a tough day. Then followed the long train journey back home in a packed train, full of sultriness and sweaty smells, or should one say smelly sweat; hmm, I’m not quite sure actually, but I hope you get what I mean. After that he caught a bus from outside the train station, and was lucky to find a seat–that too a window seat. “Ah, some air (even if stale and moist) and street commotion in which to drown the day’s difficult memories”, he thought.

But wait, what’s this? Ashok is sitting on a seat reserved for women; what a dope!

Soon after, a hefty Maharashtrian woman approaches Ashok and eyes him (or some offensive body part of his–it’s hard to tell which is the case). Dark, calculating eyes. With a smile she mocks him for the Y chromosome that he was once cursed with. Ashok feels the pressure, and reluctantly vacates the seat, but not before making his lack of chivalry evident with a grimace. And promptly proceeds to make a mental note NOT to attend that second lecture on gender equality.

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