Netra-chodus

An omnipresent phenomenon.

A growing one.

The quota is already overgrown.

The number allotted – Millions.

And it’s overgrown.

By millions.

Libidos.

It pops out of their minds.

And you can see it.

Evidently.

In their staring eyes.

Their sunglasses stare at you.

Their spectacles.

Their legs.

Their armpits.

Their body stares at you.

You start adjusting your clothes.

Some don’t.

Irrespective.

Stare they do.

The age group of ‘men’ stare.

All of them.

Young.

Old.

Older.

Younger.

All of them.

Stare they do.

The train compartments.

Empty.

They make sure she feels it’s crowded.

With their eyes on her.

It always starts with glances.

And their heads never turn back.

Sticks.

In that direction.

Sticks.

Really.

In a temple.

They’ll stare.

Why?

Because, women are God’s best creation.

Apparently.

In groups.

They’d be playing the game…

“The first to blink will lose.”

Alas.

It’ll end in a tie.

No one will lose.

It’s their hobby.

To eat that forbidden fruit.

They feel, it’s their birth right.

Staring.

Sometimes.

They stop staring.

At their opposite sex.

Only to stare at their partners.

To compare themselves.

What does he have, that I don’t?

They think.

Whatever.

But stare they do.

Netra-chodus.

They should get a life.

Not the staring life.

But something else.

Something worthwhile.

Their eyes can act as a ‘scanner’.

They can get the job as a ‘sniper’.

As a ‘watch’ man.

It’ll work out.

Just fine.

I’m sure.

If only Crime Master Gogo was the one who sets the rules for this breed.

We’re sure to have a lot of ‘gotis’.