Being Bad Boys

Boys are boys. Girls are girls. Nicely said.

Boys will remain boys—whether in Bhutan, India, Arab countries, Africa, or any community they belong to. There are no bars, no religions, no borders when it comes to their actions. They are, to put it kindly, damned bad birds.

They sleep all day and enjoy all night. They talk about sex—only sex, please, no love, no affection, no “how was your day?” They watch ridiculous movies. They play loud music. They never go to class. They never wash dishes. I suspect they believe dishes wash themselves by the sheer force of their indifference.

Very recently, a group of boys rented the upper floor flat. Four boys, one three-bedroom hall kitchen. Their behavior? Exactly the same script: loud music, zero hygiene, and sometimes—just for creativity—they throw buckets of water down the staircases. Crazy.

Those boys are complete maniacs. Because of them, I’ve started to think boys are a different species. They have no such thing as forbearance. They are sometimes like animals. In fact, they possess all the qualities of donkeys, monkeys, horses, and pigs—though I admit, that might be an insult to donkeys.

In my class, there was one very mannered, up-to-date, perfectly well-disciplined boy—more studious than even me (yes, even me). But as time passed, he changed. We told him he behaved like a girl, and now? He has become crazier than any of his classmates. He bunks class, sleeps in class, fights with teachers. He has simply become hopeless and mannerless. I feel he simply has no future. Congratulations to us—we successfully peer-pressured him into chaos.

In a distant land, there was a king. He wanted to discover where language comes from. He worked for many, many years. The crazy king asked all his ministers to research it. Finally, he concluded and laughed, declaring, "Language comes from society."

So, language is society-made. But boys, I guess, are not made by society. They are born tough and crazy by nature. The opposite of boys is girls. But mind you, some girls are not that opposite. They are equally crazy, or quite a lot more, than boys. Despite this, I do not have much knowledge of the duck's world. We live in the drake's world. (Look it up. I’ll wait.)

I have encountered many boys from different religious groups. On the surface, these boys appear religiously inclined—pious, proper, forbidden-fruit-avoiding types. But they do not. They say one thing and do the opposite right away. For example, Muslims are bound by a strict set of beliefs that forbid any form of adultery. Yet—well, you can guess. I have seen them drink, make girlfriends, sleep like pigs, and hardly ever pray. Why? Because they are boys.

Same story, different holy book.

As for me, I am a middle person—a kind of GNH follower. Not fanatical about everything, nor completely indifferent. I am on my way, doing all I can to assimilate and conform in life.

That is me.

(And no, I do not throw water down staircases. I have some standards.)