The Brave Pedestrian

1.15 PM. February 8, 1965. A boy and a girl, unmindful of the sun, Sought some private moments on A lonely pier stretching into the Arabian Sea. An entwining of limbs, heavy breathing, a cry And millions of enterprising sperms were swimming Upstream in a mixture of viscous fluids. Some minutes or hours later, A hard-working little fellow Impregnated a singularly fortunate egg And I came into existence. From being a nothing, a nobody, I became a somebody. The rest of those millions of sperms… Each of whom could equally have become A little boy or a girl Were doomed at this exalted moment To be flushed down the drains With so much urine. So were these sacred moments or profane ones? Moments of creation or destruction? Were they beautiful or ugly? Were they sublime or smelly? Did my dad talk dirty? Did mom's cries of pleasure Disturb the sea gulls Or cause an unseen fisherman to hurry To meet his own beloved? To th...

[I have some some pungent views about why life is the way it is, and why people are the way they are. I believe that life is assymetrical i.e. it is not entirely fair from a politically-correct human point of view. What's sauce for the goose may not necessarily be sauce for the gander. If you feel that my views are inconsistent with being a nice, civilized human being, relax, you aren't the only one who thinks so.] Dedicated to ‘Why Name’, who thinks all men are creeps. My wife often sighs that I have sex on my mind all the time. She’s right, but I think that holds true for most males. So why did evolution make us males this way? Why does it only take a half-witted curvy female to sweet-talk practically any male from nine to ninety into doing silly things, staking his social standing, relationships and future happiness? And why do we men often exhibit such “lack of commitment to the mother of his children”? (That’s how nagging, aggrieved women word it; we men see it somew...