My Mad Spouse! / One of the boys

B was here for two days.

The first night we went out to see a late night movie, got back at 1.30 am. There was no electricity, but I failed to convince him that it was cool enough to sleep with the windows open.

He spent two hours – from 2 to 4 am playing with my limp body while I pretended to be asleep (hoping he would get tired of the game but no such luck!). Amongst the things he did were sing ‘Vande Mataram’ and make my arm raise a fist into the air, then both were raised – AR Rahman style (Vandeeeeeee!) – the song was repeated about ten times. Then it was the ‘Beam up, Scotty’ routine from Star Trek…

The second night he went for a meeting with a client. She drank apple juice while he had two beers and arrived at my Mom’s quite buzzed. My sister said she was going to a friend’s to watch a movie on his newly acquired projector. B asked who the friend was and on learning that the friend’s name was the decidedly feminine ‘Mun Mun’, decided that he just had to go along and meet this friend. He convinced me that it was absolutely essential to do so – ‘If you want to be a film maker you have to meet Mun Mun – figure out what it feels like to be him…’ Sis and I decided to humour him so we all drove to Mun Mun’s. Many jokes in the car – What’s Mun Mun’s girlfriend’s name? Chun Mun (my masterpiece that!) B very excited to meet Mun Mun.

When we get there he suddenly turns very sober. Greets Mun Mun very formally and immediately wants to leave to see ‘Cheech and Chong’ at D’s place. Seven of us end up watching the flick, which seemed like the next generation of cinema since you could see the dope cloud on the screen and smell it in the room as well…

Today he had a train to catch at 4.55 pm. And he needed to go to the bank before he left. There was no food at home since the gas had finished so we decided to go out. I waited for an hour while he chatted uselessly on the computer – absolutely stupid thirteen year-old stuff – gassing with a friend and exchanging creative swear words… Finally at 3.30 I threatened to go without him. He agreed to go and shuts down. I then realized that it was 3.30.

It’s 3.30! That means we can’t go eat! You need to leave by 4 – latest 4.15. So we’ll just have to rush to the bank.

Oh yeah, you’re right.

Let’s go then. You have packed right?

Looks up to me – eyes wide open – Hell no!

We somehow make it back by 4.25 and he goes off in the cab, only to return 10 mins later since he took the car keys with him in the rush…

Calls at 5 – I’m in the train! Guess what…the train had started moving – I had to jump in!


He drives me round the bend, but the ride is kinda fun!
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I have been concerned for a while now that all my friends are male. Voiced this concern to The Jokester the other day, and he said that it was normal and that none of his women friends had women friends. It’s because women get very jealous and insecure around each other. Men are fine with other men being better looking, more popular, better drummers etc. It’s only when two men want the same woman that there’s war. But otherwise men are okay with each other and hence can be friends but women can’t. Hmm :-/

I read and hear about girlie nights out, watching sob flicks and discussing depilation and make up but I’ve never been part of a girl gang. :- (

But today I absolutely realized I’ve been one of the boys for way too long when my friend asked me in all seriouness – Do you sometimes feel it would be better to have a big bushy moustache?

:-/