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Monday, March 5, 2012

D-Cold war

Sahana Rao Monday, March 05, 2012 49 Comments

The molten lava is burning inside. The 2 openings of the caves in the volcanic mountain are blocked by the rocks formed by the solidified lava. And the smallest mistake, could cause a hot volcanic eruption at home. That is how serious the situation is, when BH catches "common" cold and his nose (above mentioned as caves) is blocked!

I had no clue whatsoever, what would turn-up the next morning. I was busy getting ready for the day and it was half past 9! I rushed to bedroom to wake BH up.. And what I saw was a gory sight which I had never witnessed before!

He was looking crest-fallen, still on the couch. BH's face had turned to a red tomato!

Me: What happened? It is already 9.30! Won't you go to office?

BH: Yeah right! You want me to go to office even when I am dying?

I was completely taken aback by that reply. "Should I call an ambulance?" I contemplated. Maybe I did not comprehend his condition properly. I just thought, he has caught cold. I immediately ran to him, sat next to him, apologized for being insensitive, pampered him and asked..

Me: What happened? What is bothering you..

BH: Bloody common cold!

I took a deep breath, and tried to gather calmness from all positive energy sources. I said I would bring him hot filter coffee, which would provide him some initial relief. He never behaved so touchy, vulnerable, emotional for 3 years now. But, he had not caught cold either. He had turned into a whining, clamorous stranger.

Few hours later, there was a man sniffing, shuffling things around, growling, using swear words with every sneeze almost sounding like "Faaack....choo".. The tissues he used were piling up to make a "bean-bag" like structure. While inhalers, wrappers of medicines were also decorating the "yuck-y" structure.

For 3 days, I bore witness to this "unofficial emergency period" at home. Common cold had caused a disaster of epic proportions which made a stalwart, chivalrous, invincible macho-man into a giant-cry-baby. And the worst experience during the emergency period was that I was not supposed to laugh at the comical drama that was unfolding. Remember volcanic eruption? I would not have been surprised if he had made a "will" in that condition or if he believed that this was the way the world would end.

Medicines, some home-made soups, steam, sleep and not to forget, some cricket did help him get back all the powers of a warrior. We were done and dusted with traversing the stony journey of his first common cold in our married life. As I was getting things ready for the day, the next morning, he was gobbling up crunchy "dosays"..

Me: How I wish.. I could ban my man, when he is bowled by cold.

BH: In the end, I ruled and you were fooled.

PS: I know about Man-flu!

Thursday, November 3, 2011

See-Yeff-Yell

Sahana Rao Thursday, November 03, 2011 72 Comments

We recently moved to Aamchi Pune from Namma Bengaluru. So, setting-up a new home and settling down kept me away from the blogger world for quite a long time. Please excuse me if I have missed reading your posts or commenting.

I joined BH who was in Pune from a month, on Thursday with Bunni. The task of making a home from a house began immediately. There was a socket near the dining area whose CFL had burnt out. We had a spare CFL. I asked BH to fix that for me. He said "I'll take care of it during the weekend. You don't worry"

Saturday: After many subtle reminders, brazen hints and hard-to-miss cues the job was not done by the procrastinator (read here)
Sunday: I fixed the CFL.

He is such a calm and composed person, evoking reaction from him would be a real-time achievement for me. I thought, "Let me make this BIG" *wink*

How I changed the CFL? BU.HA.HA.
He remained glued to the laptop. The ladder stood proudly in proximity to the changing point, still I dragged the metallic ladder by its leg till the room he was in, with kRRRRR... screeeeeeech noises and then back to the point.
AND THEN...............
Every other sentence I used that day, I made sure I conveyed the message that I did HIS work. For that, I had to use a mix of creative juices with shots of sarcasm.

2.00 PM - during lunch
BH: (munching away)I'd do anything for a wife who cooks such luscious rasam and curry with hot-soft rice, it is heavenly.
Me: Good. Your wife couldn't have got the appropriate ingredients in the masala if the CFL that "I" (stressed) changed hadn't helped.

4.30 PM - after snacks
BH: I think we should call a plumber soon. The water-pressure in the tap is very low.
Me: Ah.. Now I know.. That stupid CFL was not lighting up because electricity for that point was not generated due to the low-water pressure?!

5.45 PM - Watching TV
BH: XYZ mutual fund looks a good bet for investment this month. The NAV is expected to rise steeply.

Me: There is another company ABC which manufactures the CFL I changed this afternoon. Stocks of that company are also expected to see a rise in value.

At the end of all these conversations, I looked like a cat that swallowed a canary and he looked like a bird from "angry birds". A silent angry bird I should say. But, I was hungry for more. I had not got any verbal reaction from his side.

Finally at 9.15 PM - Reading newspaper
Talking about some teenagers love story which appeared in the news paper,
BH: .....and she fell for him..
Me: Whaaat? C F elL for him also?
BH: THAT'S IT!!!!!!!!!!!!

He rolled the news paper to hit me. I ran giggling away as he chased me till I almost closed the door behind me. He caught me, threw the newspaper down and tickled the hell out of me. GOSH!! I was laughing like a jackass!

# BH # HE SAYS - SHE SAYS

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

War of words

Sahana Rao Tuesday, October 11, 2011 89 Comments

After a long time, it was one fateful day; I won the war-of-words with BH. He is extremely witty and hence funny most of the times. Winning the war-of-words with him is actually like winning a World level debate competition for me. And all happened on the same day!

Kissing the trophy and holding out the trophy in my hand, let me present you the 4 episodes which led me to the victory!

Step - 1

I was extremely upset with his joyful comment on a sensitive topic and then…

BH: Why do you take things seriously?

Me: I can’t be light hearted all the time.

BH: Oh yeah right.. Women after marriage become heavy, so does the heart..

Me: He he. Very funny

BH: LOL.. LOL.. Even you agreed when you laughed. You should have laughed saying ‘She-She’ why did you choose ‘He-He’?

Me: That’s because the joke was bad!

And the next - 2

He stopped as he walked past the mirror, smiled and..

BH: Don’t you think you are very lucky? Whenever, I see my reflection I feel that.

Me: Ahh! Stop using my eyes as mirror. You will forget the whole world!

Ahh almost there - 3

Rarely does he brag. But, this was one of the rarest of the times..

BH: People like me wherever I go. Everyone in college knew me. I had female fan following also. People came to me; in fact they still come to me with their problems, I could solve their problem just like that.

Me: Ok. Ok. Cool. Sit down. Go back to your memories of third standard science lessons. The earth revolves round the sun, not you!

Final Blow - 4

Back from office, after a hectic day, both of us had missed out on the days’ happenings. We switched on the news channel to know the news. And after few minutes,

BH: This paid media! Never give the exact news, they give their opinions. All of them are biased!

Me: Hmm.. I was just wondering.. Isn’t everyone bi-ass-ed?

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With ROARING Applause in the background, I humbly utter “Thank you, Thank you!”

# HE SAYS - SHE SAYS # LAUGH TRACK

Friday, September 16, 2011

The "Pro"crastinator

Sahana Rao Friday, September 16, 2011 85 Comments

Sunday Evening.

I returned from my parents’ place where I had chosen to put my feet up and chill out.

As I stepped into the room, I was shocked to see a dull-colored hill of clothes lying all over the bed.

The mercury level in my brain shot up! My head turned into a pressure cooker, I turned around to see BH welcoming some guests at the door. ('aaj BH bach gaya' I thought)

Closed the door of the room, I did not want them to see what I saw.

Status: Like the cat hides its litter, I veiled the view of the hill.

Sunday Night

I did not want to clear the clothes this time. I wanted BH to clear the mess on the bed. I made some space on the bed, pushed the clothes to a ‘HIS’ side of bed and closed my eyes. He came, he cuddled, and he slept. We BOTH slept in ‘MY’ side of bed. (come on, It was not the moment to push him off. **Awww.. Those cuddles**)

Status: Now the hill had grown taller because the base area occupied was smaller.

Monday Morning

I decided I will voice it out.

Me: How long will these clothes lie unattended?

BH: Don’t start off on a Monday morning. (Typical ‘morning morning’ philosophy)

I zipped my mouth.

Status: His clothes, wet towel (yuck!!) added to the mighty mountain. (Hill -> mountain)

Thursday Evening

I thought, let me not nag, and let me lend a helping hand. He sat watching some sport on TV.

Me: Even I will help you; let us clear off the mess in the room now. Switch on your **Dhan Dhan** playlist on the computer. (Hard rock music is not of my taste, I feel someone is bombarding rocks on my head. By suggesting what he likes, I thought I am considerate enough)

BH: You don’t like to see me sit and relax. Do you? (A stare) I will clear that someday in this week.

Me: ‘Someday’ is not a day in any week!!

Then silence crept in.

Status: The Mountain had grown bigger in girth and had risen few meters above sea level.

Saturday Evening

I don’t like nagging. But, when things don’t seem happening..

Me: Please, let us clear off the clothes today.

BH: I am tired. Had hectic work at office this week, this weekend has come as a blessing.

Me: I have read somewhere “Nothing is as fatiguing as the eternal hanging on of an uncompleted task”

BH: Then, that is enlightenment. I don’t want to get more tired.

Status: The Mountain was almost touching the ceiling fan!!

I sorted the clothes and cleanly organized in his cupboard, put for a wash or sent it for pressing. It took me an hour. He came into the room after some time. He hugged. I expected a verbal admiration from him.(which I did not get)

I suddenly remembered, ‘We had to renew our car insurance. I think it is expired!’

He said ‘Don’t worry. The mountain isn’t over your head always’ *wink*

Post mortem of the incident made me understand him and others better.

Someone is hardwired to be procrastinator by nature, works only when the sufficient pressure is built.
Putting off an unimportant task isn't essentially procrastination: it may just be good prioritization!
Someone may find a particular task unlikable. Hence, they avoid. Even if I tend to share the same feeling, may be we should work it out. Both of us should give-in alternatively.

Don’t tell me that you would do it ‘someday’:P

# BH # HE SAYS - SHE SAYS

Friday, August 19, 2011

Ooops.. ! Arguments

Sahana Rao Friday, August 19, 2011 74 Comments

WEEKENDS

BH: Weekends are for catching up on sleep. Wake up, eat, browse channels.. Sleep.

ME: Do laundry. Press. Dust. Arrange clothes in the cupboard. Clean bathroom.

Conclusion: He thinks I don’t know how to be free on holidays. And I think he is one lazy bone who cannot use his free-time productively.
(Oh.. Finally we kenned!)

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MOMENTOUS PLACE

We are at a spot where he had held me for the first time, dates back to 4 years ago.

BH: **Expressionless** Walks into the place and sits. ( Present is a 'present')

ME: The ends of the curve of my smile had touched my ears. I thought that would drop a hint. (Press-errant)

Conclusion: He thinks, it is a nice place to spend some memorable time with your loved one. She thinks, he is absolutely unromantic for not remembering the significance of the place.

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PERCEPTION

We were leaving for my friend’s reception party. He was all dressed up and he was downstairs watching something on TV. I wear one superb awesome dress with vibrant colors and I model walked, down the stairs.

BH: A smirk

ME: A winner smile

Conclusion: He thinks, Wow! Timed entry. Good that I did not miss that wicket. I think, he thinks he is lucky to have me as his wife.

ON ROAD

When BF is driving and some guy on the road takes a heedless right turn.

BH: Hey you Loser! *&#*@&*@ (off-loaded frustration)

ME: What if he comes back and picks up a fight. Hushed. (uploaded apprehension)

Conclusion: He thinks all people who do not follow traffic rules, who drive nastily are morons. I think, he should raise his tolerance limits.

All these situations are potentially HOT! I mean, if any one of us chooses to talk about it we may end up in a boiling argument and eventually we will be leading a cat and dog life.( Then Bunni would be a hybrid specie :-D ) We just knew when to remain silent and that avoids most arguments. But, we don’t. We just accept the differences.

To know the differences, you have to fight. I agree. But the basic question is why do we fight? Because our need/ expectation is not met. Fair enough.

What can be done?

Don’t take things personally. Be an objective thinker.
Try concentrating on the issue. Many a times, we give importance to the words used in a sentence than the meaning of the sentence.
If you feel that you are getting emotional. Remain silent. Take a time-out. Because, when you are emotional, you may end up saying things which you did not mean. ( quoting from experience)
Try to walk a mile in his shoes, through his thoughts. If you have something to say, consider him as another human like you; who might also have his perspective to convey.

# BH # HE SAYS - SHE SAYS

Friday, July 22, 2011

Pregnant Silence

Sahana Rao Friday, July 22, 2011 79 Comments

Memories of first pregnancy.

10th June 2009: 6.30 PM Wednesday,

I had missed my periods. I felt, we had come to a new juncture of life. But, I had not informed BH about my missed period. I thought, let me confirm and give a big surprise.

I bought a pregnancy test kit. I read on the “Instructions manual” that the best time to take a pregnancy test is early morning. I just could not wait till the next day.

11th June 2009: 2.44 AM Thursday

Eyes wide open. I was too excited to sleep. My heart was hammering.

5.04AM

I could not wait anymore. I ran into the bathroom and took the test.

Bit by bit the second line started to show. (For people who do not understand what I mean, you can go here and come back). ‘Oh My GOD! Oh My GOD! I can’t believe this! I am so (to the power of infinity) happy! I want to shout out to the world’ thoughts were screaming with joy inside me. But, I wanted to give him a surprise. I ran up to the laptop, checked the due date.’ I just couldn’t believe!’ I was due on BH’s birthday! It was icing on the cake. I just had to hold my horses till the time was right.

7.45 AM.

We were getting ready for the office. I was keyed up. I wanted to tell him THE news. He would be so happy. I was plaiting my hair. He was searching something in the cupboard. And I started,

Me: What gift do you want for your next birthday?

BH: Urrrggh! You know the answer. You ask and get disappointed every time.

Me: L You don’t want anything? But, what will I do with the gift then? It is there already.

BH: It is there? Where?

Me: Anyway, you are not interested. Why do you want to know? (Ahaa.. Now its my time)

BH: OK, If you have bought it for me. You will give. I know that you cannot hold your excitement for long. It will anyway come my way.
(Tapping on my head teasingly )

Me: You have taken me for granted Mr. Poet.
(He smiled was about to go out of the room)

Me: (Hurriedly, I did not want him to leave) Now, what if I say your gift is in..

(I stopped )

BH: is in? Cut the chase dear. We are getting late.

Me: (I was expecting a romantic conversation.) in my tummy.
I finished the sentence without an expression on my face. I took the bag and walked towards the room door.
He stood where he was. I could see happiness glowing in his eyes. He held my hand.

BH: What? We should have left home a little earlier then. I don’t want to take you through that bumpy shortcut anymore. You will be late to office today. We are taking the longer and smoother road.

I was dazzled. I was not at all expecting this reaction. I wanted to shake him out of his sleepy calmness.

But, I knew, there was care, love in what he said. We walked out of the room. He put his arms across my shoulders as I descended the staircase. He said. “We will meet a gynecologist this weekend. Okay?”

I nodded.

'Love him to bits!' smiled my heart.

# BH # Bunni

Thursday, July 14, 2011

The story details

Sahana Rao Thursday, July 14, 2011 58 Comments

After marriage, I understood, Men are from Mars ~~(not bars)~~ Women are from Venus ~~(not fungus)~~.

We are from two different worlds. So, even our thinking has to be worlds apart sometimes. And also, there are differences in how we feel, how we express, how we do things, et cetera, et cetera..

Observing these differences, let me quote an incident from our life.

My BH picks me up every day from my office, and this part, I have chipped off from every ~~working~~ day conversations.

If it is BH who opens the conversation, then it will be

BH: How was work today?

Me: Normal. But, I wonder why people up the ladder cannot plan well. I will have a lot of work on some days and I won’t have much on other days. Productivity of a person will come down if such a scenario continues for long. Doesn’t it?
By the way, I had got a call from a person called ‘X’ from ‘Y’ company at 3.30 PM today; he said he has some good policies which ensure high returns at the end of 3 years. I told him we had enough. (Did you notice that I changed the topic without waiting for his reply.. :P ). I had called Mrs. ABC; I told you that she was not keeping well. It seems now she is recovering. (I had not finished)

BH: Oh God! I thought the answer to was just good or bad. Why do you want to exert yourself so much? You are wasting so much of energy! (Rolling over his eyes)

Me: I just thought, I should be sharing things with you. :( I did not know that they weren’t important to you. :( :(

BH: Aggrhhh!! (Scratching his head)

Observation: Men like to keep things short and to the point. They just take what is applicable and chuck the rest and they get going. (Probably they have memory problems or probably they use that memory to remember test match scores/records :-D)

If it is yours truly who starts a conversation..

Me: How was work today?

BH: Not good not bad.

Me: Why? What happened?

BH: (Alarmed by the next series of possible questions that would bombard) Nothing, It was normal.

Me: Why did you tell that it was not good then?

BH: (closing his eyes, gathering patience) had many calls to attend. Busy day.

Me: So, what is the happening thing at office?

BH: Nothing.

Me: Tell me something, all your answers are short; you don’t want to share anything with me.

BH: There is nothing worth sharing.

Me: Then you are filtering out things from me. Why do you want to do that?

BH: Shall we talk about something else for heaven’s sake?

Me: :( :(

Observation: Women want to know teeny-weeny things particulars about everything. All possible angles of the topic, other peoples’ reactions/opinion over the topic, any thing that is related to all topics; ensuring that they are down to the last detail. (They have ample storage capacity in their memory and everywhere else. That is why they carry babies for the ‘man’kind! :-D)

Anyway, We celebrate the differences between us. We differ yet we prefer each-other. Life would have been so boring if we were from same worlds. Now it is spiced-up!! (HOTTTTTTT!!!)

PS: I know, BH's small brain should have A BIGGGG of space for patience. Ain't it? :P

Let me know your opinion...

# BH # HE SAYS - SHE SAYS

Ahamkaara

Monday, March 5, 2012

D-Cold war

Thursday, November 3, 2011

See-Yeff-Yell

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

War of words

Friday, September 16, 2011

The "Pro"crastinator

Friday, August 19, 2011

Ooops.. ! Arguments

Friday, July 22, 2011

Pregnant Silence

Thursday, July 14, 2011

The story details

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