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My favourite thing about Instagram Reels isn’t the music, transitions, or the content itself. It’s the comment section, a free subscription to India’s most absurd reality show, where Indian men treat every reel like it’s an open mic, a confession box, and a matrimonial application rolled into one.
It’s supposed to be just a reel. A girl dancing. A guy cooking. A cat vibing to Daler Mehndi. But scroll to the comments and bam, you’ve entered a parallel universe. A universe where grown men type “Need a girl like her ”, “Plz reply once, I’m broken ”, or the classic, “Will you marry me?” under every second reel, like Instagram is an arranged marriage bureau with filters.
And they don’t even try to be subtle. It’s full-name profiles, full-face DPs, and bios that scream “Engineer | Krishna Bhakt | Respect Women.” Sir, you just called a woman “makkhan jaisi soft” under a reel where she’s literally making dal. Respect is clearly buffering.
Every comment section is a battlefield. One reel, 5,000 unsolicited judgments. If she’s dancing in a saree: “Wife material .” If she’s in a dress: “No sanskaar left in India.” If she talks, “Modern girls talk too much.” If she doesn’t: “Attitude for what?”
No one’s safe. I once saw a guy comment “Boobs OP” on a video of a woman doing yoga. Another dude responded with “Focus on the pose, bro.” A third jumped in: “You both are legends.” I cried laughing. Then cried for real.
Sometimes the comments take a motivational turn: “Your smile cured my depression.” In a video of her making Maggi. What next? “Your eyelash movement fixed my cholesterol.” Indian men don’t need therapists; they just need a woman to blink on camera.
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And when women call them out, the defence is worse than the crime. “What’s wrong with compliments?” Bro, calling someone “maal” is not a compliment. It’s a fast-track ticket to digital harassment, but logic isn’t invited to this party. The only misplaced entitlement is.
These men genuinely believe they are just one comment away from being noticed, loved, married, or healed. Instagram has become the new film industry, everyone’s auditioning, except the role doesn’t exist. And if the reel goes viral, God saves us. The desperation multiplies faster than fake follower counts.
What was once a harmless feature meant to express thoughts is now a steaming bowl of creep soup seasoned with thirst, served with delusion.
So yes, while some watch Netflix to unwind, I scroll through reel comments. Because no scripted comedy can match the sheer absurdity of what Indian men choose to type, post, and defend in public view.
It’s tragic. It’s hilarious. It’s the new national pastime.
And it proves one thing: reels may be 30 seconds long, but male audacity? Unlimited.
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Sources: Blogger’s own opinion
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