Its always the mans fault isn't it?

Is this above statement true? Or is it that everyone has been saying it so that’s what the whole world believes in it? So let’s get clarity of this statement.

Well, this clarity would not be appreciated by most of the women who are reading this, and now you are wondering why I said this? Well let’s understand; every Bollywood and Hollywood movie ever made, every book ever written by a woman author for women or men, showed that men are always wrong, they made every man watching the movie or the book feel ashamed! Why? Are men always wrong? Is there no time when women can be wrong? Are there no instances when we see a woman makes a mistake or commits a crime and gets away with it so smoothly?? And trust me is there is a man involved in what she has done he is the one who will suffer for a life time!!!!!

From now one I am going to narrate real life incidences that I face or my friend’s face in which clearly a woman has made a mistake and she got away from it and the man who was innocent had to suffer. These incidences may include all types of incidences and they are real and are mentioned intentionally, well may be I can spare you by not writing the real names of the characters. That’s the least I can do you know.

Well we all have characters in our life that we meet and teach us lessons, I too need you to get introduces to a few characters who will be with you and narrate their stories for all of us to understand how “men are not always at fault!!”

When I started to write about this, I wondered which incident had to be written first, but then I came across the best incident and this one is the perfect and supports the motive I am writing this for.
It all started at my father’s birthday on 07th September, 2008. My sister apparently had booked a cake. She had booked it with another lady who was supposed to deliver it at one of the nearest Copper Chock’s store which is not so close; however I have to say, that it’s not all that far. We were supposed to pick up the cake at 12:00PM, according to Indian Standard Time, we reached there at 12:45PM. I entered the shop and said, “Hi, I had booked a cake for my father and was supposed to pick it up at 12:00PM so can I take it now?” The Customer Service Representative who was a young man with an Indian skin complex and wearing a red t – shirt with black pant and a black cap; yes, he had worn a cap in a shop which was completely protected by Air Conditioning. He looked at me and said, “What was the flavor of the cake?” I said, “Well I had ordered for a Mocha Coffee Cake, have you got it yet?” As soon as I completed my sentence the guy gave me a look as if I had uttered words in some language he could not understand! Then he turns around picks up a sheet of paper which was lying on the table behind the counter, goes through it with small eyes, then looks up and says, “I am sorry sir there was no order placed, I don’t have that cake with me.” These words came as a bolt of lightening. I wanted the cake for my dad to surprise him, and my sister’s plan was a mess. I ran out of the shop and went straight to my sister who was sitting in the car feeding her 3 and half month old son ‘Mahit’ accompanied by my maternal cousin ‘Nupura’. I told my sister, “He says that there is not such type of an order that he had received and that he does not have the cake, are you sure we had to collect the cake from here?” “What rubbish, I had told her that I am need the cake at 12:00PM and that she would keep it ready in the shop” my sister responded already frustrated. “Ok let me call her and check, give me your phone” she ordered, I gave my phone to her right away. She called her husband up and told him to send the number of that lady, which he did; right away. During this whole conversation I had already seated my self in the car. After about five minutes I get a call on my phone from the same lady, I answered the call with no will to do so, but had to do it as my sister was feeding the child. “Hello” I said. “Can I speak to Chitra?” this is what the response I got. “Well actually she is feeding her child so she can’t answer the phone, I am her brother, could you tell me what happened to the cake?” She was just waiting for me to complete me sentence and as soon as she realized I was the right person to continue the conversation with the lady from the other side yelled “She had told an evening order. She had told an evening order at 04:00PM!!” Whoa, she was loud I thought and the next thing I did was gave the phone to my sister, and told her to continue talking to her as I had no idea what the lady was saying and may I say what she was trying to say. The next I could hear my sister in some kind of an argument with the lady over the phone, of all I got was that bottom line – “I was not going to get the cake for which I drove all the way and came here!”
I kept my cool and asked my sister what happened? “Well she is lying, and she says that she shall call me back in some time and let me know as to as how soon can she send the cake here.” “You know what, do you really think we need to wait, I wanted dad to cut the cake before he goes out. So what we can do is we can go to Cakes and More and get another cake” this is what I said. Can someone tell me if what I said was incorrect? Did not in any sense make my sister realize that she was dumb? Did I tell her that she can’t plan and that she should not plan in the future? “I have decided never to plan and take responsibility for you guys here after. Every time we have the same ruddy cakes! All I wanted was for us to taste some good cakes and not the same ones every single time. I had some different intension to get the cake” and believe you me she continued with the same two or three points over and over again! Then I lost it and in an irritated tone I responded, “You know what, we do not have ruddy cakes every time we all like the taste. If you do not like it then may be we can order a different flavor cake on your birthday! For you it may be ruddy its not for us” this all that I said and then we moved on to fill fuel in the car, by the time we reached the fuel station I had decided not to cancel the order and that we shall come in the evening and collect the cake. However, I had not told my sister about this decision. “Give me the phone, let me call that dame and cancel the order for the cake” my sister said. “Its ok, you need not cancel the order, we will drive back again and collect the cake” this is what I said. Now, does this statement sound as if I was trying to be sarcastic or may be rude? All I hear after this is “Hey, give me the phone and at least let me confirm till what time is she going to get the cake ya!” I was yelled at by my sister! We drove back home without talking much.
As we had relatives at our place I decided not to talk about what happened as I thought it was unnecessary to create a scene in from of them and obviously in from of my father. I parked the car and then entered the house, greeted everyone as if everything was fine. No sooner that I entered in the kitchen I could see my sister with the face just about to cry telling my mother that I yelled at her and that she was hurt! And the next I hear my mother and my father yelling at me, “Why do you over react and yell at her in front of everyone? Don’t you understand where to say what? She had done this you’re your father cant you adjust?” Man I was shocked! I had not even said a word or yelled at my sister! Why should I face everyone’s music, when I didn’t even utter a word which could have made my sister cry? Now can you tell me of men are always at fault? This time I was not. Do any of you have more instances proving the same? Do let me know!