Random Ramblings of a Reluctant Blogger

IF you happen to be offended by sexist remarks or politically correct statements read no further.
Its those angst which we lesser mortals, otherwise called husbands suffer come every March 8. Yes the International women’s day.
Try telling a affected husband that all the day seeks to do is given women their rightful place. Next to forgetting your wife’s birthday, forgetting the women’s day ranks high in the order of things never to be done .
It was last year the same day when I woke up to a peaceful morning. no nagging about getting up late, not keeping the tea cup back in its place and all that. If you have been a husband long enough you know how misleading such signs are.The storm had started to build up.
Much like team strategy, the match had begun well before I had even gotten up. My wife’s sister had called gleefully to announce that her husband had presented her a diamond ring for the women’s day. Knowing him well, I can be certain he would not have had any say in the scheme of things.
Anyway the match started when my wife announced, “have your breakfast soon, we have to leave around 11. a.m.” The first ball of the over and a swinging delivery at that. ‘Hmmmm,” I said, Well left. But I knew sooner or later I will have to play at it. Out, if I did not, out, if I did.
“What for,” I mildly plonked the bat to pat down another swinging yorker. By now more slips were in place, and a forward short leg added too. Expecting a short one, I took fresh guard again. “Today’s is women’s day, and you are buying me something,”
My wife doesn’t believe in mincing words.By now I decided to take the Sehwag way out and uppercut the short delivery. “Oh come on you know very well all this women’s day stuff is but a marketing gimmick, introduced to prop up sales,” I retorted.
I hadn’t seen the third man in place. “Oh yes, marketing gimmick, so why did you then go for your upgraded android phone, because except for speaking and sharing your dirty jokes, you don’t do much. For which the old one was good enough.,” Well caught, but then if only we husbands weren’t so one-dimensional we could have played out a series of bouncers.
Out came a perfect googly. Wives irrespective of weather they are fast bowlers or spinners perfectly deliver their well-disguised googly all the time.”My dad was right, I should not have let my heart rule my head when I fell for your charms,” my wife was  in a zone. “Look at my sister she was clever enough to let dad decide who the right man was for her,” she added.
I was already thinking of a way out. A forward defensive Dravid push. “Look If the day is about empowering, buying something doesn’t empower you any more. Buying Doesn’t even need a any particular branded day like women’s day, why should give in to this kind  mambo jumbo,” I said, little realising I had exposed all my stumps.
“O.k.Fine. just think of it as any other day, and get ready soon. We will also eat out,”she said. Clean bowled. No third umpire or review system available here. OUT is OUT.
The scars of the last women’s year is yet to be healed and the next one is already on.