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Male In India. Made In India




I dare to wash anything away, that comes in my way.


Just look at this picture. I just don't want to go by the fact, why only this beautiful lady? Why not a man?

I swear, most men could beat her and deserve a place on that box of detergent too. Stereotypical aren't we? Whoever says the men are from mars and women are from the kitchen? Something does not go too well there.

Made in India men are definitely classified into categories. Ones who can do their own laundry or the family's and the rest who are babies of their mothers and then of their wive's.

The made in India type of Male in India aren't rare species at all.

Definitely there are male species that wash their clothes. Not just his but for his family too. Here is an example for you. This man found as the writer's husband surely has been setting an grand example for any gender bias protest. He can fix amazing breakfast on weekend, make best tea, run the dishwasher, clean the car too. Why,  he can do the laundry job and enjoys shoving the clothes right into the front loader. He has never read the manual too! If I have pampered him all the while with laundry, hot meals, the mystery of the hidden sock and towel, he's made his efforts too in sharing the chores. We have apparently fallen for the chief minister of Delhi's rule of Odd and even. But this has nothing to do with cars but the chores of the house. An odd day is his and even mine. Well, If I could brag about it, I have every right to. 

On other hand, we can not blame the men who have never had an idea of what washing meant. Lets blame some of we ladies. We are the ones who pamper them. Not always do the men enjoy being tagged as "big babies". Oh! munne ki maa is to be blamed for "munne ke paapa tho abhi bhi bache hi hai"! Excuse me? Have you ever heard of the other way?  You would hate to be called "munne ki maa tho bachi hai" by the papa. You can devour all the giggles but control the anger in the laughter if any. 

Lets name this technical error gender bias. 

Ladies don't get it all wrong. You are free to pamper your husbands. Freeze tons of food before you go to your mother's, get those extra pair of clothes & sock for the entire week. And then remember to store the dhobi's number, just in case munne ke paapa forgets even to collect his laundry from the dhobi. Then , there is munna who can remind you of dhobi when he sings, "dhobi aaya, dhobi aaya kapde saaf, kitne kapde laaya..". Huh.  No. The men in my house are just the ones you see in photographs there. Munne ke paapa can wash car, wash laundry, run dishwasher, wash anything that comes his way. I have never interfered or to be precise never poked my nose, when he is on his cleaning spree!


Ah! My little boy is on his training shot already. He definitely will learn to do his job independently and not categorize the chores into "women job" and  "men job". 

So, if it's all about washing, then "laundry" is not just women's job. The dhobi is the proof. You men neither are doing a "biwi ki seva" nor are you inferior, by washing clothes in your house. You qualify to acquire your competency of performing your life's simple day to day activities. 

We have come far ahead of stone age and era of shouting slogans like "Women are equal to men'. It's perhaps high time to say "MEN ARE EQUAL TO WOMEN".

There's this heart touching video lesson by Ariel which goes on to tell how the dad's of different era did not help the mom's with the chores and the same example could easily be followed by our generation too. We definitely have to be trend setters. 

I am taking part in the "LaundryGoesOddEven Challenge by Ariel India at BlogAdda.

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