My Failures

This is for all the men out there; the struggle we face is hard. We are expected to be strong, hardworking, and earnest. No matter which part of the world we live in, the respect or love we get is based on the money we have. People are fighting so much for the quality of women. Who is there to talk about us?  In a world where women have the choice to say no to sex and no to children, men have to take care of the patner and the child even when they have no emotional attachment.  He is expected to earn when he is physically and mentally able to do so without showing any emotions. And when we cry, we are considered weak by the majority. and all the suppression and pain, yet we are taken for granted. For people who say that men are not treated according to their money, in my native country, the very first question people ask about a marriage is the job and salary of the guy. If a boy is born into a family, he is expected to take on financial responsibility.   The weigh...

Oh, the name itself is so depressing. Parajayangal (Failures). This is a space I created to write down my failures. As we humans have the idea to only show our success, I chose to expose my vulnerable side. The decision came after long battles with the brain. I heard numerous comments from people, saying how they wish to have my life, how they envy it, the money, travel, family, etc. I sometimes wonder what the reason is for such thoughts. It feels like Aadu Jeevitham (Goat Days) by Benyamin. I never share my worries. So people now have the wrong idea of me because they only see the brighter side.  Everything I write is fact. If there are interpretations, I would write those separately. My side would be obviously biassed towards me, as it's me who is writing them. The facts could shatter the realities that people have about me, which is now inevitable. This would also give me a space to reflect on the events and further decide my life in a more logical way. After all, without failu...