drawbacks of a dick

Having a dick is a privilege. Dont get me wrong here.
I dont mean to be vulgar. Nor am I saying that the fair sex, lacking one, is inferior. Put nicely it feels great to be a man. However the trials and tribulations that one must go thru inorder to morph from a juvenile to a mature responsible is plain too much. This is where I feel that the endangered species , the females, are advantageous. How many guys stopped to ask direction from a pandu havaldar in delhi only to have him chew tobacco and look at you as if you landed from mars. Then he would nod his head and look around at the same time scratching his balls and just shrug his shoulders. Now the way to solve this is just to have a chick with you. yes sir that solves all the problems and you have wonderful directions from any stranger in delhi. so wonderful that it would put your GPS directions to shame.
such is the attitude in delhi.

This post is not about delhi. Its not even about traffic chaos in that God forbidden city.

Its about dick.Since I was a boy I was fascinated to study the difference and what better place than on o3 and orkut ?
Lets take an example of this chick http://www.orkut.com/Scrapbook.aspx?uid=8282850887450610834.
As you can well see the “frand sheep“ bandwagon hasnt taken long to hunt down this babe and there are three zillion twenty nine million seven thousand and fifty four requests for “frendz“ for her.
Which brings me back to the question that I have never been able to solve “Can the females in india EVER feel or be alone ?“ I mean all they need to do is to drop a feeler and there are thousand dicks ready to kiss her ass and worship the ground she treads on. There are a thousand more dicks ready to notice if she has changed her mascara or if she has new pics on her album.

Well Ok. This post is not even about the leeching dicks that abound these sites but I do want to keep them in mind in my journey through life. This post is about normal dicks like me and why being independent is important in the making of a man.

What started off this fascination was my ex boss. He was the biggest back stabbing bastard I have ever seen. And I spent the best valentines day with him. Its pretty unusual for such a thing to happen. I aint gay and I spent a valentines with a guy whom I loathed and despised ?

Well valentines day is usually the worst day I ever have every year and that particular year it was no exception. The whole office group had collected to discuss where to go to celebrate the day. And me usually the center of popularity for all events was all animated about the event. I had my eye on couple of girls for the day. It was all set for 3 pm and we returned to our cubicles. Come 3pm and I was in for a shock. All of them had left and had forgotten me. How could they do this to me ? Would they have done this if I was a female ? those bastards would have been all around begging and kissing.
I couldnt stop my tears as I rushed to the bathroom and locked myself in. Unfortunately or fortunately my boss saw me in nick of time. He pounded the door, pulled me out and dragged me to his cabin.
He listened sympathetically to me and then finally said “You cannot afford to cry.Men dont cry. There are two kinds of men. A duck and a cat. Which one is you?“

I was a duck. A dick. Not a pussy.
“A duck“ I said
“Excellent “ he said “Then never ever bend down for others.If theres a problem only you have to solve it. Its the drawback of having a dick. OK? Lets celebrate the valentines here “

He called up few places and ordered coffee and pastries.


Suddenly everything was clicking in place. I was no longer a boy.