HEY! GIRLS ARE WATCHING

A survey claims that men spend almost a year of their lives ogling at women. The average man spends almost 43 minutes a day staring at 10 different women. That adds up to 259 hours- almost 11 days – each year, making a total 11 months and 11 days between the ages of 18 and 50. Women sneak a peek at six men for just over 20 minutes a day, on average. That adds up to almost six months spent admiring men from afar, the survey says.

That is an interesting statistics of men watching ‘statistics’ around them. Everywhere you can see man’s ‘x-ray eyes’ rolling over women of all ages. A man, even as he is dancing with his wife or girlfriend, would be busy watching other women in the discotheque. Of course, the sizzling babes with plunging necklines and shrinking hemlines would not mind that extra attention.

Now, men have more than ‘statistics’ to watch. Diaphanous, shrinking and clinging outfits has brought everything out of the closet. Girls make a lot of eye contact. They also make sure that they are being watched. It appears that they want good things in life too soon. Good. No issues. It gives ample scope for guys to flaunt, brag, impress and woo girls. Almost everybody has e-mail and mobile. So conveying your interests is not an issue. Looking at the trend now, the same survey in a few years from now, will bring out something interesting. Women will spend more than 43 minutes a day staring at 20 different men. So guys, watch out. Girls are watching.

Well, the interesting part of the survey is women taking a peek at six men for just over 20 minutes a day. That is a great deal of improvement. In my college days, girls were draped from hair to toe. There was more to imagine than peek. Girls never looked at boys (at least it appeared to us like that). It was a Herculean task to grab attention of girls. Chasing those “never been kissed” or rather “never want to be kissed” was miserable. We kept chasing them like dogs till they got married to someone else. The problem was, firstly, you never knew whether they will ever look at you. Even if they looked, you cannot say it for sure. Even if they looked at us, it was for about a micro second. Even before we could smile, froth or say ‘Ati kya Khandala” they were gone. Moreover, girls were not accessible. E-mails, mobiles were not so prevalent. We had to convey our emotional verses or poems in writing through common friends. It often fell into the wrong hands. So what seemed to be a happening affair ended without happening. There were many who ended up with poems and not girls. I don’t know about Vajpayee.