Weekend Musings: If Men Are Smart, Women Are Smarter

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The experienced of the married men would know the tricks of how to look at women even in the presence of their wives.

There are a few easy and safe one's. For example, while looking at the woman, make a casual remark about her: “Her dress doesn’t suit her” or “That bag looks fake.” Obviously these comments are only to distract your wife while you keep looking at the woman. Your wife feeling superior, nods are head and agrees. Mission accomplished!

Another safe ploy is a variation on the above. You complement your wife telling her that no one can match her grace and charm and say, "Look at that woman, just putting heavy make-up will never give the radiant beauty of a natural complexion like yours". If you are adventurous enough you may add "Real beauty comes from within." All this while you have the license to ogle at the woman to your hearts content, with your wife wanting to know more.

 A slightly crude technique, but for the brave, is actually approaching the woman with your wife and ask her some random question like were you working at so-and-so company. Obviously not, but both the women are disarmed and you can look at the woman at close quarters while she denies. 

Unfortunately I am not this brave guy you would assume. As for the tips and secrets, there is no restriction on your imagination and often it is let loose in those unguarded moments. So when a beautiful woman does appear when you are with your wife, the reels described here do play out, but only in the mind!

But I have to be honest on one thing. During Durga Puja had been to a couple of mandals, one of them being of the Mukherjee family at Juhu and the other at Tejpal auditorium near my house. Among the film stars and celebrities there, like Kajol, Ajay Devgan, Rani Mukherjee, Sumona Chakraborti, Shobha and Dilip De, there were beautiful and stunning Bengali women all dressed in their finest. Of course my wife and daughter was with me, and there was no question of receiving a bravery award. But a man's natural instincts never fail, so in the crowd or otherwise, I would strategically place them ahead of me, so I could enjoy a safe and unhampered view from behind! Now that's the limit of my bravery!

But frankly if anyone thinks he is brave or smart, know for sure the better half is smarter. Do you think they don't realise what their husbands are up to? They have the sixth sense, a third eye, and probably two at the back as well. But it so happens they tolerate a certain indulgence from their husbands. Known devils are better than the unknown!

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