Every morning the
rising sun rays rubs my forehead gently with tenderness like a mother(except during summer when i keep my window shut ) and my dear
wife wakes me up with a cup of hot tea.A rolled newspaper bounded by a very
thin strip of thread is found on my balcony.It must be thrown by the small boy
who can get a gold medal in Olympics for his newspaper aiming for targeting the
customer gates.He always do it with least margin of error and all the times the rolled
newspaper lands on the gates with a small thud.My wife invites me in the
garden.I walks with small steps of pride
of owning a garden with a medium-sized round table with arch-shaped
designer chairs adding to the beauty of the table.Keeping in mind the perimeter
and area of my oval shaped garden with my house standing tall at its
eccentricity ,I planted a lot of beautiful white oak trees:trees that owns
itself.I often get confused on the mere
thought of sorting the beauty list in priority of objects present in my garden
viz.,arch shaped chair,round table,evenly cut grass,a large iron gate,beautiful
white oak and a beautiful wife.
Sometimes not having a child gives you the advantage of
discussing anything ,just anything from Victoria’s secret to Manmohan’s
secret.Nevertheless,we are planning to have a child after the rupee value gets
stronger and the Indian economy improves.The rolled newspaper is a twenty-four
page encyclopedia of current affairs and general awareness throwing light on
almost every aspects of life and covering every topic from politics to war and
sex to condoms. Being a die-hard fan of J K Rowling,I have always been thinking
of reading newspaper similar to that of in Hogwarts except the contents.Well
the dying democracy with a corruption so deep won’t allow a technology to excel
which can be a means of recreation for the public.My wife,a very gentle human
with a tender heart always shouting over articles which concerns woman
injustice.The world is going to hell or the humanity is turning into barbarism
or why the rate of vegetables are rising
and that of chickens are falling are her favourite comments.Well,I have always
respected her admiration for women empowerment except when it comes to Sonia
Gandhi and Rabri Devi.She once asked,I considered it then as a joke,Which state
has got a husband and a wife serving as chief minister in consecutive terms?I
was puzzled but I think,you will be not.
The world lay flat on my table with page 3 with my wife and
sports page was giving stress to my sports spirit.My beautiful wife who loved
Sharukh more than me murmured something pleasant which sounded like,”I love you…”.I
replied back in a romantic tone,”Me too…Darling”.She murmured again,”Not you
Darling.”.My world,at that time only,lay shattered on the table just like the Indian
cricket team crumbling into pieces against the English.Sachin got out for a
duck but Sharukh hit a century on my face. Infact, my wife loves me very much
but I in my utter conscience I do accept the fact that she never said,”I love
you more than Sharukh”.Most often I read
the first page at last in my newspaper reading session because at that time my
wife is gone and almost all worthy and unworthy news is covered by me and my
wife including the marvellous ads and weather news.
Almost reading for an hour ,sipping my cup of tea at times,i came across a weird advertisement.The advertisement read like...
Are you a Consumerrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr............
Reelaxe your past and Restore your future.
The ad was on cosmetics.I was consumed with it for a while.Never mind,it is just an ad on enhancing female beauty,my inner self consoled me and i murmured,Am i ugly than Sharukh.Bullshit ,,,
The next moment I was busy reading Manmohan,Modi,Sonia,Mulayam,Aishwarya's baby,Salman 250 crores,flood,economy crisis,deaths,murder and crime.Offff!So much on one page.I was still,I felt in my sub-consciousness was occupied with my ugliness.Never mind....I kept sipping tea in between i turned pages and changed thoughts.
Lo!What happened?My tea finished the moment it came.What was i sipping then?Imaginary tea or just like one from the tea ads described in the newspaper.Anyways it was worth sipping.But even in my reality,my wife keeps Sharukh at the top is her Lover's Priority List.
"Victoria’s secret to Manmohan’s secret" .. Lolz
ReplyDeleteHome with a garden .. Lucky you.:P
I always wish to have a home with a small garden, where I can accomplish my gardening hobby.
Enjoyed reading this.
Thanks for reading Anjali ...I enjoyed writing it too. :)
DeleteLol ! loved the humor ! Well SRK happens to be on the top of my list :))))))))
ReplyDeleteThanks TTT,The great actor has always been a part and parcel of my life in one way or the another.He comes popping out in my every chatting with girls whenever i ask their favorite actor.
DeleteThanks a ton,you liked it.