Cant men be trusted? Are they really that bad??

Before marriage....

He: Yes. At last. It was so hard to wait.

She: Do you want me to leave?

He: No! Don't even think about it.

She: Do you love me?

He: Of course! Over and over!

She: Have you ever cheated on me?

He: No! Why are you even asking?

She: Will you kiss me?

He: Every chance I get.

She: Will you hit me?

He: Are you crazy! I'm not that kind of person!

She: Can I trust you?

He: Yes.

She: Darling!

After marriage....
Simply read from bottom to top.

This was the message my brother forwarded me in my mailbox. I was in office when I got this. I remember those days when these sort of before-after marriage jokes made me laugh. Honestly, they no longer tickle my funny bones. These sort of messages make me think- Cant men be trusted? Are they really that bad??

As far as I can remember, I had always hated men while at school. My family, kins group and neighbours had given me ample of reasons to justify my hatred towards men. I had seen families broken, relationships shattered into pieces and lives become dreadful even at one's own home because of men. I had some really good 'boyfriends' at school and I even respected them for their goodness but then, quite paradoxically, whenever the fact that they were 'men' striked my mind, I regretted respecting them. No goodness in them could overcome what I felt toward men. For me every man was a radish from the same row. They were someone who could not be trusted, who were sent on earth to torture us, women. God, I hated men so much.

When I passed SLC, I felt more than liberated. I was sad that I would have to find a company of a completely new pack of friends, but then I was already prepared for the inevitable because there was no one in my batch who was willilng to study Arts... I was the only one. I wanted to be a journalist... I wanted to write... and read, read and read... I simply love literature.

The college I went into was able to instill new thoughts in me. Social sciences and literature gave new meanings to my life. I still had hatred towards the male species but I also learnt that not all women had a good heart and nice intentions. I saw many of my girlfriends doing things I had known only boys did. They drank liquors in class, spoke dirty words... and you might have guessed what else!! I was shocked to discover all this and it was a kind of revelation to me. I thought I was enlightened. I actually was.

On the brighter side, there were some really great friends, both girls and boys, who helped me get out of my depression. I got to meet Govinda Bhattarai sir, our Major English teacher, my best teacher, who was able to instill so much of positivism in me regarding men. I truly admired him, I still do. He is in Washington DC at present.Perhaps I wouldn't be writing all these things now if they had not come in my life. I was in the last stage of my depression. I owe this life to Smita and Suman. I really do. They shared my joys, and most essentially, they didn't hesitate to give me a shoulder when I badly needed one. They changed my life, and continue to do that. They are great beings... Many things about them, specially Smita, irritate me a lot but deep inside, I can't help loving her.

And Suman, or Soo, as I love calling him, continues to be with me, supporting in my every ventures, making sure that I am doing good, caring after me. He is such a sweetheart :)

So, yeah, I have learnt to trust men... at least some of them. Still, I hear so many stories of betrayal and stuffs but then I don't always want to remain biased. There are two sides to every story, and I am sure men can't just rot if there aren't any rotten women. I must believe this...

And yeah, when I get to read stuffs like the one I have posted at the beginning, questions arise within me, again and again... Can't men be trusted? Are they really that bad??