Life's Like That

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Love..or something like it

I’ve been tagged by Dipali to list the 5 best things that the boy has ever done for me. Somehow, when I got down to writing it down, all I could remember was the time when he broke all the glasses in the house, or when made me watch some gory Kamal movie in Tamil and didn’t translate, or the time that he jauntily walked into a freshly mopped n cleaned house with muddy shoes or worse washed his shoes in the washing machine…definitely not nice. Then I remembered this post and the fact that he didn’t kill me for it. Very very nice of him I thought. And with that, the train of thought moved onto more positive things. So Dipali, here goes, specific incidents that got through my thick self centred hide and touched my heart and some general things he has done or still does :

1) Just before we moved houses, I had this sneaking suspicion that there was a mouse in the house. One evening I come back from work and see a tiny dead mouse lying on the kitchen floor. Turns out, Rahul had put that rat kill thing in some corner without telling me and this dead body was the result. I freaked. Called him and demanded he come home to get rid of the mortal remains of the damn rodent. He said just sweep it onto a newspaper and throw it away. I freaked some more and hysterically told him I couldn’t even think of entering the kitchen since its dead eyes were looking at me, sweeping it onto things were out of the question. He cut short an evening out with the boys and came home to dispose of the horrible thing. If that is not nice then I really don’t know what is.

2) We moved house recently, and were maidless for more than 2 weeks. With all the unpacking and arranging and making the house live worthy plus office, the lack of some help for at least cleaning the house was quite trying. While I’ve been cribbing and moaning to all and sundry, he has been quietly, sweeping, mopping and tidying up the house. He even decorated the living room with whatever he could find, immediately after we moved, because my friends were coming over. The man cannot cook, but he gets down every weekend and makes the one dish he knows how to...soya nuggets. Last Sunday, I woke up to the unbelievable sight of him making dal paratha for breakfast.

3) A couple of years back, for about a week, I had this crazy event which required me to leave home by 7 a.m. and ensured I got back only by about 11/ 11.30 p.m. When I got back the first day, dinner was laid out. The culinarily challenged boy had actually made rotis, heated the sabzi and laid it all out for me. He did this the whole week. Cannot describe how wonderful it was to come back to a nice hot meal all laid out for you.

4) He has never, not once tried to stop me from doing my thing. I go out with my friends almost every week, I meet old boyfriends, I go out dancing and come back in the middle of the night as tight as an owl, I call 10 people over to dinner without even informing him and he takes it all in his stride. Needless to say, similar behaviour on his part would result in a meltdown of cosmic proportions. I run the house as I please. He pitches in when required but otherwise does not interfere at all.

5) He may not agree with this last point, but I insist this is true. I always get the last word in any argument. Whether that’s because of my superlative argumentative skills or his unwillingness to carry on a fight beyond a point, I don’t know. But it’s very satisfying to have the last word.

These last two years have been quite something eh Rahul? Not too bad for a couple of people who at first glance have very little in common. All the broken glass (literally...he is the clumsiest person in the world), hysterical shrieking, sobbing (all me), name calling (me again), care taking ( both), illness, moneyless ness, bad jobs, bad bosses, bad driving have all added up to a couple of years of fun and madness and understanding and more importantly, acceptance of the way we each are. That, I guess is the whole point of being married right? Happy Birthday boy. Have a great year :)

And for Gods sake make up you mind about what you want as a birthday gift!!


  • Awwww...he does sound the cutest :)

    Happy Birthday to him? So how are you guys celebrating?

    By Blogger SMM, at 10:31 PM  

  • Nice! Many Happy Returns of the Day Rahul!

    By Blogger Vishal, at 5:17 AM  

  • You've sure picked a great guy, Ron! And a lovely post, as always:)
    May he have a terrific birthday and a great year ahead.

    By Blogger dipali, at 12:24 PM  

  • On behalf of the boy, thank you all for the wishes. He would like me to state that he wishes I would'nt keep referring to that unfortunate post with his facepacked picture and would'nt keep telling people he is clumsy. He would like you all to note that he has'nt broken a thing in the last one year. Thank you.

    Since its his birthday, I shall refrain from blowing loud raspberrys at this point and as a wise man said...let it go...and breathe deeeepppply!!!

    By Blogger Ron, at 2:09 AM  

  • This was an aww inducing post :)
    Happy birthday to him.

    By Blogger Dreamcatcher, at 2:25 AM  

  • I think he is so sweet!
    And Rahul, I think she has the last word with quite a few of dont bother!

    Nice, you must write a book now man!

    By Blogger Annapoorna R Shinu, at 11:18 PM  

  • He did it well.Thanks for sharing.

    Lingerie news

    By Blogger AMIT, at 2:14 AM  

  • Awww.. that is definitely love babes..

    Work from home

    By Blogger workhard, at 12:07 PM  

  • Grab him hard and plant one on him. Any man who cooks for a tired wife deserves that and much more than I'm prepared to mention on a family rated blog.

    By Blogger Unknown, at 9:05 PM  

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