Pardon me, but you really hurt my feelings *Also it would have been better if you had unfollowed me and ignored me instead of blocking me* Because along these lines all of you fail to realise that I am but a juvenile and a toddler at child. So I am sorry if I ever hurt your feelings unintentionally.
To me, Sundays are no different from weekdays. It's always "eat, read, write and sleep" for me. And yes, I'm an average cook. So I help my wife in the kitchen. Sometimes I cook independently. My wife is not very enthusiastic when it comes to cooking but that's okay with me. There was a time when I was a foodie. Now I eat to live. "I'm not going to cook lunch today." she announced just before I had picked up my first cup of piping hot tea early in the morning. "That's okay. You can rest. I'll handle it." I said. "No, you don't need to. We are going to Meera's place. She called last night. We leave at 12.30." "I will have enough free time." I thought. Actually I'm a home bird. I'm usually reluctant when it comes to visiting somebody's house. I'm not exactly a misanthrope but I don't socialize. In fact I have no social life. Not that anybody misses me. But my wife is not a loner. She has her own small circle of relatives and friends.
But today it was different. I was not really in a mood to cook, and I don't know why, but I felt a sense of relief when she told me about the invitation.
I am not a good writer but I never run out of ideas. Even a brief report of a seemingly insignificant event can become a writing prompt for me . "Sorry dear, you'll have to cook something. The lunch has been cancelled." she declared at 11.45. Always known for my patience, I lost my cool and though I said nothing derogatory about Meera, I did have a brief argument with my wife. "May I ask why she cancelled it?" "Yes...Actually...actually...she..." "?" "She told me that her menstrual cycle has begun. Her mother-in-law will have to do the cooking today. She's old and can't prepare elaborate meals for 5 people." "It's okay if she's not well. No issues. We will cook" "No, no! You got me wrong! She's fine but she can't cook. I mean her mother-in-law won't allow her to." "?" "She's orthodox. She..." Now this was too much. What is even more surprising, Meera's mother-in-law - a science graduate - is a retired headmistress.
I have always ridiculed such restrictions. I have come across quite a few people who believe in certain things that I find regressive. I stay away from them and avoid getting into an argument with them simply because it's a waste of time. "But she doesn't live with them. How does Meera manage when she's not around?" "In that case Meera has no option. They are like any other modern couple. But when the old lady is around, she doesn't approve of it. She says our scriptures don't allow it. Well, that's their personal issue. You can go ahead with your reading and writing. I'll prepare a simple meal for us." I heaved a sigh of relief and turned to the daily newspaper.
I found the very first news item on the front page shocking and enlightening - in a different way. A certain godman (a self-proclaimed seer) had stated that a menstruating woman who cooked food for her husband would take birth as a dog in her next life while her husband would be reborn as a bullock.
I didn't know how to react. I walked into the kitchen and began to read it aloud. "Have you nothing else to do? Get lost!" my wife screamed. "See...in my next life, I'm going to be a bullock and I am going to love it. You know I love physical labour. I have always idolised Hanuman and Hercules. When I was a kid, it was my dream to become a weightlifter." "...and yes, you love dogs. You will be reborn as one. If you're given a choice, you must opt for a companion breed. You know hounds and terriers irritate bullocks. Don't become..." "Shut up!" my wife yelled. "Look how desperately Meera's mother-in-law is trying to save Sameer and Meera. Perhaps she hates dogs and bullocks." I went on laughing... My wife, visibly irritated, stopped cooking midway, "Stop this nonsense. You have spoiled my mood. Now you'll have to do the cooking."