The fun things in life even out after marriage. Perhaps it is the commitment. Some call it baggage.
Last evening…Rekha and I visited a gynecologist. It was quite an experience.
She has been asking me to take her to a gynecologist for a month. I was postponing the meeting…perhaps because I couldn`t find a male gynecologist in the whole of Chennai. I wouldn`t have really minded a lady gynecologist…but one of my married friends scared me by saying they also take semen samples.
A visit to the gynecologist is one of those things where the lady takes the lead. I felt I was walking right into a marriage. Didn`t Rekha take the lead at all marriages too? Clad in her pattu saree with jasmine flowers adorning her dyed hair, jewelry decorating her long but old neck. As in marriage, here also I walked behind Rekha.
The receptionist was a lady and I can swear she gave me a smirk. Rekha says it was my imagination. Though my wife had fixed the appointment at 8 pm, we had to wait till 8.30 pm before we saw the gynecologist.
The waiting period was most fun. The room was filled with wanting to be pregnant women and pregnant women. Everybody was asking the other questions like – “So, how many months?”, “When is it due?”, “Is the child healthy?”.
Thanks to my eagerness to mingle with the ladies (to impress Rekha, of course)…I almost landed in trouble. I ended up asking a 7-month pregnant lady: “So who is the father?”. I suggest, if you are a small man like me…never ask such questions. It could land you in trouble especially if the lady`s husband is like a testosterone-driven hulk I encountered last night.
Some of the ladies had a baby on their bosom and another in their stomach (not medically, of course). Wonder why the hurry…I have heard of film-makers hurrying their releases…but even parents? Talking of movies…can we do a ‘releasing at the theatre near you` on the babies too? Releasing at an operating theatre near you….
The men were a busy lot too….exchanging cards, for they knew they would be encountering each other for the next nine months or so. A few men were heard whispering about a sob-and-let-it-out club called ‘The Expectant Fathers Group` near the Central Railway station.
Even as we entered, the gynecologist gave me a look. I knew she wanted to say: “Is this guy your husband? No wonder…you had to meet to me!” Rekha says the gynecologist gave no such look and it was all my imagination.
The gynecologist spoke to us for five minutes and said that both of us were stressed out. I couldn`t ask the gynecologist but ask you: You marry off two totally different people and ask them to make compromises and then ask them not to be stressed out? Not fair.
As for why we went to the gynecologist… I just wanted to check if I needed to change my glasses.