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Faux pas amour

on July 31, 2014

I evidently don’t know French but consider this to be a desperate attempt to get readers to glance at the post. Didn’t know that I’d have to work hard to churn out even free stuff! So much for personal wallowing; My muse for this post happen to be the creatures that got me to inhabit this planet and simultaneously become unwitting subjects of my experiments and observations. F and B as I would refer to them are delightful people to come across—separately. When together, I have seen topics ranging from colour of tea, tilt of a frame on a wall, an occasional fart and few strands of dog hair to name a few, a trigger enough to leave both parties sulking for days. I am however happy to say that such incidents have helped me and my brother in developing excellent diplomatic tactics, in addition to making a mental note of things not to do in a relationship. But then, I wonder, what if it is precisely this level of mutually exclusive views about the world that helps them get through the day. Apart from creating two beings self-diagnosed with bipolar disorder thanks to constant input of conflicting perspectives, the collateral damage has been negligible. Rather one would call a partnership of 26 years and running quite successful. What if, as Rita Rudner puts it, marriage is about finding that one person you would like to annoy for the rest of your life? B’s attempts to demonstrate his love haven’t always yielded the best results though his intentions have been beyond reproach. However, even as a 5 year old, I remember the incredulous look on F’s face when B announced that he had just spent a small fortune for her birthday. No friends, B was never as clichéd as sparkly diamonds or dresses that women normally like. His birthday gift turned out to be fees he had paid to get F enrolled in a 2-year rigorous computer course. F might have even come to appreciate his sentiments if not for the fact that me and my brother looked like malnourished refugee kids in need of constant care and attention. His ‘gift’ was a practical prison sentence for hard labour. F survived the ordeal but made it clear that no more surprise gifts were to come her way. B, however is more optimistic than he looks. So, on one of company sponsored foreign trips that had him in London for a few days, he came back with a beautiful package for F. Lo and behold! It was exactly what she couldn’t have expected in her wildest dreams– A 3-D puzzle made of tiny wooden parts that would turn into an owl if solved properly. Obviously, I and B ended up piecing the owl together. Another time, the anniversary was celebrated at a very posh dining place, much to F’s pleasant surprise but B ensured everyone invited shared their meal with everyone else after doing some quick math on the exorbitant prices. A Buddhist saying declares that, “it is the heart that is important.” Yes, but that is only after common-sense is taken care of. B’s latest attempts of making amends included buying a very expensive tiny bottle of Starbucks coffee, lamenting about how costly it was and then handing it over to F, saying that he bought it for her (because in 26 years he has noticed that she likes coffee). One has to empathise with the poor soul for perseverance, it being another matter that F has expressed her dislike on numerous occasions for expensive cold coffees adulterated with irritating elite fetish like vanilla, cinnamon among others. So, after a painful gulp by F, the rest was duly finished by B who at the rare instance, agreed with F’s judgement about the coffee. Yes, I tend to look at the brighter side of things when it isn’t raining. One mustn’t think F’s amorous advances have been less entertaining. Only, they have come about as tit-for-tat strategy and hence not quite so natural. Of late, our adoption of Button, a rescued dog that took fancy to biting B’s fingers off whenever she’s grumpy put F in a more genial mood as a result of which the home looks well, more homely. I suppose B has come to think of himself as martyr to the larger good of domestic harmony and thus plays a good sport. Who would after all, want to deny themselves such action-packed, emotionally charged moments in the otherwise mundane course of life? And so, the duel cum duet remains as interesting as it can be.

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4 responses to “Faux pas amour

  1. Satyaki says:

    Haha. True about the diplomacy though. Although I prefer to call it maturity of vocabulary. 😛

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