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A 23 year old boy-let’s call him Jake- walks into a Doctors office and spends exactly ten minutes in consultation about the last two failed nights of passion he had due to a horrendous onset of nerves while with a girl he's been recently seeing.
In response, the Doctor assures the young lad it’s more common for his age group than one would think and that he has a “quick” fix for that burst of confidence Jake is in dire need of.
A prescription of Viagra is duly signed, sealed and written and the doctor sends Jake on his merry way armed with a $72.00 bill which will buy the young man four pills and a wonderful ego boost.
Ok. Where do I begin with all this?
Firstly, Jake’s entire bill of health was given a resounding all clear and two thumbs up based on three pumps of the blood pressure gauge and a quick once over visual of the boys body.
Perhaps listening to a hot-blooded young man lament about his lack of sexual prowess isn't something that would set off too many emergency bells and nerves would probably be a better bet than something more sinister.
But my gripe with this whole scenario is the immediate recommendation of Viagra for Jake’s dilemma.
I would have thought, given this has happened to Jake only twice in his life, and he has told of his deep feelings for the girl, the Doctor would tell him that perhaps he should slow down and wait until he is more comfortable with her.
If the problem persists then pill-popping can be considered after the appropriate tests were done to determine the extent of his problem. Viagra may not be a ‘serious’ drug, but it's a prescriptive drug nonetheless and surely this wouldn’t be justification to prescribe it willy nilly.
Now I realise being told to 'wait' is not ideal advice a man in his mid-twenties with a body like a Spartan, or any other man would like to hear. I can imagine just how mortifying a limp appendage would be and the true extent of his demoralisation wouldn’t be hard to estimate.
Hence, I can understand that a quick fix is certainly easier to embrace. But wouldn’t the mention of Viagra in itself, be just as embarrassing? Isn’t this tablet mostly associated with the geriatric generation? Not to mention it being the drug of choice for the mummified Hugh Hefner.
Jake was certainly far from delighted upon hearing he was eligible for this evidently simple solution.
However after weighing up which scenario would be worse- being an active participant in a flaccid world or taking the option of a hasty retreat from it, he duly coughed up the cash at the chemist.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s too much for some men to accept that on the odd occasion, there could be a direct link between their feelings and their penis and just maybe, it’s not always some horrifying physical inability to perform when needed.
Would it be so emasculating to pay attention to what their emotions may be telling them?
But perhaps nowadays it’s not uncommon for a glorified Viagra punter to be of any age.
Should Jake bow down to performance pressure and his woman’s expectations and pop a pill? Or should he take the emotional route and get to know her better before taking the plunge?
What should Jake do?
Neema Mohan, 14th May 2008 ©
Recent spates of dating and break-ups via Facebook, text messages and MSN messenger are fast becoming the norm resulting in a sea of bewildered expressions across parts of society.
While computers and mobile phones have their many advantages and there’s little argument they’ve made life much easier, one could pause to contemplate whether these gadgets are deviously making society lazier, more cowardly and spawning a new thread of people reluctant to engage in oral conversation.
Case one: Incredulous girl sat astounded early last night to discover she had been dumped via an online chat room.
Case Two: Woman was left gobsmacked upon receiving six text messages in succession (using exasperating shortened words to save on credit) notifying her of the immediate demise of her 2 year relationship.
Case Three: Love struck male receives 2000 word e-mail from his lady of 6 months reminding him how wonderful the Island of Singledom is for he has suddenly become its newest recruit.
Whatever happened to breaking up face to face where you had more hope of walking away with your maturity, dignity and self-respect still relatively intact whether you were the dumped or dumpee?
Swapping Facebook details seems to be becoming trendier than swapping phone numbers. Why bother calling when you can make your assumption of who the person may be based on who’s on their friends list, messages scribbled on their wall and the host of other information posted on their page.
For those of us who still prefer the face to face contact, should we now start preparing ourselves for this latest modus operandi in the relationship and dating game?
With technology offering an easy escape out of those awkward conversations, is it time to start getting used to receiving less than desirable news via written (and maddenly shortened) word?
Neema Mohan, 2nd May 2008- ©
My Melbourne…
Aches with the desire to fill within me
A need to want more from this life so fleeting
Each building that kisses this wonderful skyline
Rains inspiration gently upon my shoulders
My Melbourne…
Evokes pure joy when its sun kisses the horizon
Day in and day out Melbourne whispers to me
Into my open arms, please meander, do savour
My fever, my people, vivacious and brazen
Yet tender, charming, seductively surrounding
Encasing you within this city of love
My Melbourne…
A stubborn, cruel yet deeply cherished tutor
An abundant collection of lessons await
Love, amity, choice and repercussions
At every lane way a new chapter begins
My Melbourne…
Winding trams hold its people’s secrets
Conversations scandalous, inspirational
Tender and delicious
Every street, its own culture
Every corner its own past
Seducing my senses, my passions, my desires
My Melbourne…
Grateful I await every morning with glee
For my love affair with this tempestuous city
Ignites inspiration that fuels my dreams
A perpetual whirlwind of shivering delights
My Melbourne…
My soul lies with this city alone
Forever bound her and I
Delectably mysterious our journey will be
The very reason,
I will always heart Melbourne…
Neema Mohan, 28th April 2008 ©
When you’ve been more of a spectator rather than a participant in the dating game, you tend to forget just how amusing and fun the whole experience can be.
I like to give anyone who I find even vaguely intriguing a fair go. Because I know that even if nothing eventuates, I’ll walk away from it with a great story to tell
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Last year after a 5 week trip around the United States I came back home having lost a fair amount of weight. People at the office and a few of my friends all commented how fabulous I looked and how the trip seemed to have really agreed with me.
Little did they know that I came back to find myself looking far more critically at my body than ever before. Suddenly, I felt compelled to lose more weight and became too concerned with the food I was eating. Tooting the “I’m eating healthy” spiel, I lived on leafy salads, cut out carbohydrates and fried food completely, while lunches consisted of only two sushi hand rolls and a bottle of water. Dinner was usually less
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“What’s done to children, they will do to society”- Karl Menninger
“Born into Brothels- Calcutta’s Red Light Kids” is a powerful documentary which follows a New York based photographer- Zana Briski as she immerses herself into the lives of several remarkable children who live in the red light district of Kolkata (Calcutta), India
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