Gadgets, gizmos, boys toys, whatever the terminology, the futile world of the ‘on’ and ‘off’ button is indeed an engraved knowledge for men. But to what point does it become plain nerdy. It’s marmite quandary - women, either hate it, or love it. But there is an ounce or two, which oozes out muchos sex appeal “No, I don’t think it is geeky at all. I do love a man who can talk the ears off of someone when it comes to the latest and edgiest gadgets. It shows an inner depth of character, portrays a different side to someone,” sheds my girlfriend.
Though the thought of a man whispering sweet nothing fairs well, as oppose to him muttering, “ Do you know that the Panasonic C25 can record as you go?” doesn’t bode too well with the female species, “ I once went on a date with this bloke who was like a walking Croma store, announces my female dumper. “ He would go on about the most mundane features about some darn DVD player. I only which I had a remote for him, ‘cos I would of put him on standby and taken out the batteries!” Needless to there was no second date.
However, on a flip side how grueling would it be for a bloke to be alert for hours with his female counterpart/s trilling about, let say, the rumours of Kareena Kapoor and her Saif lovebird, or what Sonam Kapoor was wearing at the Maxim Awards…I mean purrrlease – they would be calling a Meru, before you could even inch the word ‘goodnight’.
But I would have to say, personally, I share a very impartial view. Having been raised in an household full of men (Sounds dodgy, but believe me it was completely legit) .My adolescent years was filled with frivol chat about some apparatus having ‘this megapixel and that’, what Sanjay’s‘ infrared detecting mode’ does and another that use to see me jump onto google, was the so-called ‘the 360 series of panoramic focus’ (I may have exaggerated on that one a lil’).
Nevertheless and all jokes aside, had I not lent an ear to what I perceived (at the time) was geekish trash. I for one wouldn’t be able to wire up my own hair dyer, work my own epilator or figure out how to tune the right channel to watch my DVD (obviously SATC!). But saying that only yesterday I had a scare when my laptop conked out, to receive a call from my Mac posse (majority men, of course) that it was just a question of switching on the main power supply. Oh well…