So finally I somehow managed to spare time from my so called
busy routine… almost after a year. And guess what… I am going to complete one year
of my Married life (really a life?) and it seems…
Yes… Now I am afraid of the words like “I am fine…”, “What
would happened to me?” and “We need to talk…” …otherwise everything is fine.
The most dreaded scene in my life is “my silent wife”… otherwise
everything is fine.
Night outs with friends, Play station talks, silly business
ides and drinking programs all take a back seat to make way for cushions,
cushion covers, “apna gar”, curtains, furniture that match curtains(yes there
will be curtains), no visible wires in the drawing room and more home décor things
than a small nation requires… otherwise everything is fine.
Ya… That T-shirt I loved since college, wear at all places
from college to corporate to gym… has been the new “pochha” of my house, My English
cotton boxer has been her sweeping equipment as it cleans the best and my wardrobe
has been her final year project which she arranges every second day… otherwise
everything is fine.
Not much… Just those full night parties with the last fellow
to leave have been converted to "no late night" parties with sophisticated vodka
and three course meal because she need to sleep… otherwise everything is fine.
To add… I got enlighten that sleeping in hardly ever is an
option on weekends since we have a billion errands to run for the house… what
else can be better than that?
One thing that I got to know after marriage is that even
though my wife is physiotherapist, she is actually a psychologist...not only
does she know when I’m being a jerk, but she knows exactly what type of jerk
I’m being... otherwise everything is fine.
Now-a-days I follow the ritual of saying "sorry" if I am
mistaken, apologize if I ain’t and (Pay attention…) articulating “it was not
your mistake” if in case… (Rarely) she says “Sorry”… otherwise everything is
fine.
I got to know that I cannot disagree with her. And Giving up
is never an option while disagreeing… So ultimately I should say “You are indeed
correct”… otherwise everything else is fine.
Now I have to be ready to do those things that her dad use
to do… be it house hold chores or any government work and ya I should always recall
that her dad is great and I am hopeless/useless… otherwise everything is fine.
And most importantly… I have to always remember (Even though
she reminds me every now and then) that she is independent and don’t dare to
say I am also independent otherwise I have to skip my lunch or dinner or both
which she prepare for herself, may eat in front of you… ignoring you… of course
talking to her parents, friends and… smirking in-between…
Otherwise Everything is fine…
"Caution:
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are
products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance
to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely
coincidental."
