Making love or making excuses?

Bill Cosby, George Carlin, Richard Pryor, Peter Russell – whats common among them all? For the not-so-trained-an-eye, it would seem as if the common thing between them is lack of sex in their lives.

Do you know why only stand up comedians don’t get enough sex? Let me let you in on a little secret. Nobody gets enough of it…but it is only the stand up comedian who complains about it in front of a crowd.

One doesn’t need to be an acclaimed stand up comedian for your sex life to be screwed up….it is enough if you are an aspiring stand up comedian as well.

LadybugsI remember, we would have go at it at every available opportunity. Just so you are aware, once we celebrated Rekha making round rotis (for my non-Indian readers, that’s bread) with a half hour session on the cemented floor. I also remember the time when we had successfully carried a table fan bought from Saravana store, T-Nagar, Chennai – on my bike….me riding and Rekha sitting behind me and holding the table fan. Though tired to the bone, we celebrated the moment we were home by switching on the table fan and enjoying in its fresh breeze.

Back then it was spontaneous. And back then, it was more.

Now-a-days, things have changed. Only yesterday, I was with Rekha as she was making the morning tea and said: “When we got married you didn’t know cooking ….remember, how I taught you?”

“Where are you going with this?”

“Nowhere….just wanted you to NOT forget your teacher,” I insisted.

“Just in case you don’t know….tonight is the night….want to spoil it?”

I backed off. Got into my shell. I hadn’t known that tonight was going to be the night. Now that I knew….I couldn’t risk anything. When Rekha says such a thing, it is as if the court has given a date, and one has to keep it….else it gets pushed back by another week.

“No no….I don’t want to spoil it.” I took my cup of tea and went and sat down where I had least chances of running into Rekha – near the books.

After two hours, I slowly walked towards Rekha and asked: “Is the breakfast ready?”

“It will be ready soon.”

“OK.” Is all I could say before going and sitting next to my books. An hour later – at 10 am – I got my breakfast.

If Rekha hadn’t told me at 7 am that tonight was the night I was going to get lucky, I would have known anyway – around 12 noon.

My wife doesn’t know that I have read the signs and can now predict with 99% accuracy if I am going to get lucky or not. The remaining 1% is when we end up watching a Richard Gere or George Clooney movie after lunch or dinner and suddenly Rekha starts hating me.

This is how the events of the day pan out on such days.

12 noon: Rekha asks me, “You aren’t shaving today is it? You know…you should shave on weekends so that you can avoid the Monday rush.”

12.15 pm: Rekha tries hard to get our daughter Rhea to finish her lunch by 12.30 pm and sleep off by 1 pm max.

12.30 pm-2.00 pm: Rhea doesn’t understand our emergency and continues to play around in the bed. Initially, it looks cute but with time she starts appearing like a monster who doesn’t want you to get close to your wife. Sometimes it even appears as if she is doing it on purpose. Around 1.30 pm the patience wears off and both Rekha and I start scolding her to sleep. By 2 pm, both of us have forgotten about making love and are more concerned that Rhea sleeps off early so that we can have our lunch.

2.20 pm: We are just winding up our lunch, while watching TV and Rekha says: “You want to postpone it?” I chuckle…as if we were talking of Commonwealth Games, which needed to be postponed because the stadiums weren’t ready. But most of the times I agree with a “In the night then?”

3.00 pm: We are both lying in bed tired and full of food….a wee bit glad that it isn’t over yet. At least, there is something to look forward to, in the evening.

3.30 pm: Rekha has slept and I am thinking….why couldn’t it be possible twice? Why not now and then again in the evening? Since when did that stop happening….don’t even remember it now.

4.30 pm: The alarm goes off and the whole family is out of the siesta. The first thing that comes out of my mouth as I get up and look at Rekha: “In the night then, huh?” She agrees. But I can already see she is repenting it….she would have preferred finishing it off in the afternoon so that it doesn’t hang over her head as the Damocles Sword.

5.30 pm: I approach my wife, “Pratap just called….said he wanted to catch up over a beer. You have any plans?” Rekha shoots down the plan saying she doesn’t like the smell of beer and I will have to choose between Pratap and her. I call up Pratap to say that wife had already planned a shopping trip and I won’t be able to join the beer session.

6.30 pm: Rekha approaches me and asks, “You haven’t shaved yet?” I tell her that I was going to in the next ten minutes at which she quips: “In that case, you might also want to take a bath.”

6.45 pm: I shave and reach out to Rekha to let her know. She responds with: “You still understand that we might not do it at all today, right? What if Rhea sleeps late tonight?” I respond with, “Yes I know….I just shaved now to avoid the Monday morning rush.”

7 pm: Rekha decides that it is time to wash the bedsheets and pillow covers in our bedroom. She changes them with a fresh set even as Rhea and I watch her indulge in the activity.

7.30 pm: Rhea’s dinner time starts early today. Usually it is 8 pm…but today its 7.30….to provision for that extra 30 minutes that need to be squeezed in into the daily schedule.

8.00 pm: Rhea is still eating…

8.30 pm: Rhea has reached her dessert….

9.00 pm: Rhea’s 15 minutes of post dinner Tom & Jerry session has just begun…

9.30 pm: Rhea’s 15 minutes of post dinner Tom & Jerry session has got extended by another 15 minutes for the third time.

9.45 pm: Rekha and I are losing our patience. And Rhea isn’t sleeping. It looks like a close finish – will we be able to make it? The huge question hangs in balance.

10.00 pm: TV has been switched off and Rhea has agreed to hold her mother’s hands and sleep.

10.10 pm: Because she wasn’t closing her eyes, Rhea got scolded by her mother. Now she isn’t friends with mother….but friends with her father…so now she is trying to sleep holding her father’s hands.

10.20 pm: Slight nasal snoring indicates a child with common cold has finally hit the bed and has started sleeping. Both Rekha and I watch ‘The Big Bang Theory’ for 15 minutes just to be sure Rhea has slept well.

10.45 pm: Rekha opens up first, “Do we really want it today?”

I nod my head.

“After dinner or before?” She asks.

“Hmm…difficult question…its almost 11 and I am hungry as hell.” I say.

“I know. Me too.” For once my wife and I agree on something.

“But will anything change after dinner? We might be done with dinner only by 11.30 pm….you shouldn’t say its really late and all that .”

Rekha said: “Frankly, even now I am not 100% decided….so lets have dinner and hope for the best.”

Thirty minutes later, we left Rhea sleeping in our main bedroom and left for the second bedroom. As I closed the curtains in the room, I saw my neighbor standing in his balcony stare in my direction, grin and give me a thumbs up sign. If I were him, I would also have done the same – why else would somebody pull close the curtains at 11 in the night.

As I walked to the bed, my mobile phone buzzed….it was a Facebook notification….my neighbor from the balcony had updated his Facebook status and tagged me as well. His update read: “Predicted right for the 37th time. He gets lucky tonight!”

P.S: But we seem to be one of the lucky couples. I know one that send an Outlook Calendar invite to each other, when they need to make love.

10 Responses

  1. fasiha

    Ah! finally! you could say! put that scene in with a boy of 10, who calls himself “Pre-Teen” and wants to know if Dad hurts me in his sleep! even asks Dad to be brave like him and sleep alone! Sigh! Silent love has a new meaning now!:-(

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