Both my family & my in-laws are from small towns. Reason enough for them & their actions to be funny. Here I exaggerate their ignorance and bliss and come up with funny incidents for city-dwellers like you to laugh at!
For the last seven days, I have been away from Rekha. That’s 168 hours of not touching her short, curly hair. Or 112 hours of not being scolded by her. You are probably wondering why there are two different numbers. That’s because she doesn’t scold me in her sleep, so I had to deduct eight … Read more
Last week, I went to Decathlon to buy a pair of socks. But before I proceed, let me tell you how to find out whether you are lower middle class or middle class. If you buy one pair of socks, you are lower middle class…middle-class people always buy socks in packs of three or five. … Read more
One of my readers recently accused me. She said, I had dumped all childcare on Rekha, made her take multiple career breaks, ruined her mental and physical health, and now I had come to give gyaan. Naturally, I replied with the only truth available to me. “How I wish I had that much control over … Read more
It is nice to know that strangers on the internet are worried about my wife’s mental health, while my wife is worried about my travel start-up, my cholesterol, my driving, my eating habits, whether I locked the door, and why I am breathing like that. And yes, she did go once. To understand why she … Read more
With age, Rekha’s anxiety has only become sharper. Earlier, she would worry about normal things – whether the gas knob was off, whether the main door was locked, whether the kids had eaten, whether I had eaten, whether I had eaten too much, whether I had eaten something I should not have eaten. Now, she … Read more
This is part 2 of how my wife fooled me into going on a trip by running her hand over my chest. It’s best enjoyed if you have read part 1 – visit my profile. Last Saturday, I went to Mahabalipuram with my wife, her four girlfriends, and their husbands. I know what you’re thinking. … Read more
Last week, my wife rolled towards me in bed and reached for my hand. After 20+ years of marriage, I knew this was a dangerous move. As a weapon, her hand ranks just below Schwarzenegger’s AMT Hardballer in Terminator, and well above whatever Sylvester Stallone was waving around in Rambo. I closed my eyes and … Read more
You already know that my wife comes with an “attitude” that the best of men can’t live with. I have no problem with it – if anything, that’s what “attracts” me to her. But sometimes she can be too much to handle. The other day, she said, “Rajan, you need to start going for runs … Read more