Mirror, mirror on the wall

Tomorrow, I will be driving my car to office for the 15th time. Quite a landmark. Rekha and I celebrated the anniversary today with mint flavored ice-cream at Move ‘n Pick. I had a spoonful while Rekha managed to get two spoonfuls out of the cups left by those using the table before we walked in.

The first two days of me taking the car to office saw me knocking down one pillar, two dust-bins and one Project Manager. The company`s Administrative dept has deducted Rs 4500/- as the cost towards reconstruction of the pillar, the Corporate Communication department has taken away Rs 100 as cost towards the knocked around dust-bins (don`t ask me why they are interested in the dust-bins). The HR is yet to get in touch with me regarding the Project Manager I had hit.

During the last 15 days that I have been taking the car…I have been taking the same road. Daily, at one point, a girl waves at the car and gets in. She has been doing it for the last 10 days …and I wouldn`t really be telling you this if she were a good girl. She seems anything but a good coz she tried to flirt with me a few days back. Like the good boy that I am I have spurned her advances.

Even today, I tried to avoid her but as soon as my car reached the usual place, she flagged the car down and got in. Sometimes, I wonder who is in control – I or the pretty girl trying to flag the car down.

I decided to share this news with my wife Rekha. I knew she would never believe that a girl was after me. If I had told her before marriage, she would have probably believed but not now. I decided to tell Rekha in the morning. That`s the best time to bring forth sensitive topics because she has a bus to catch at 8.20 a.m. – little time to argue, censure and scold.

Flash Forward (Morning)

I was standing in front of our six feet mirror (though one foot is never used because both of us are 5 feet 4 inch) and sewing my shirt button which had come off. Now-a-days wives don`t stitch their husband`s shirt buttons…though the Hindi movies continue to mislead the bachelors.

I could see Rekha in the mirror. This was the right time to bring forth the topic. But was she close enough for me to tell her that a girl who was getting into my car daily was trying to seduce me? Would she understand? Was she close enough to believe me?

That`s when I saw a God sent message. On my mirror was written: “Objects in the mirror are closer than you think they are.” At that moment I knew I could bare my heart to her. She would understand. To know how our conversation progressed, you will have to visit Ouchmytoe sometime later.

As of now my only worry is – did the guy who sold me the six feet mirror steal this huge truck‘s rear view mirror?

By Jamshed V Rajan

Jammy, as Jamshed V Rajan is affectionately called, is a wannabe stand up comedian. He has a funny take on most things but documents only some of them. If you are interested in chatting up with him, do drop him an email at jv.rajan@gmail.com or message him at +919650080255.

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