Weekends are generally my turn to surprise my wife and daughter. Today, this is what I made. Khaman Dhokla. Here’s a picture of what was expected and what the outcome was. It spoiled my years of reputation as a cook in my house. This is the worst disaster ever in the kitchen for me.
I was trying to multitask, entertain the kid and make lunch as well. And I lost track of time, till I saw smoke coming out of the microwave. The wife burst out in anger, which quickly turned into laughter, when my 2-year-old daughter asked, “Papa, Ye Dhokla Tha?”
This wasn’t the second batch of Dhokla. My wife made the first ones, and my daughter knew what a Dhokla looked and tasted like. It was yummy. Unfortunately, I didn’t click a picture of it.
The day I choose to do things in a planned way, everything works against me, and throws my well planned schedule out of course. This has happened to me time and again, and still I keep trying. I sometimes wonder if planning has actually worked for anyone at all, or its just me.
I wanted to wake up early. Finally woke up at 8 am.
I wanted to do some exercise today. It was too hot outside.
I wanted to reach office early today. Couldn’t leave early because a meeting was scheduled right before I was supposed to leave home.
Strange as it may seem, I am much less worried or tensed when my days are unplanned. No expectations, to targets to run for, and a happy and calm day. But then, being a husband and a dad, I am supposed to at least act as if I have planned everything perfectly. And it better be a good plan.
Good plan is the one which has unlimited number of backup plans in case any one of those fail.
When my wife asks, “Have you made your plans?” I answer, “Of course. Don’t you know me? I don’t keep anything for the last minute.”
And think to myself, I just told the biggest baddest lie of today and look at my wife. She smiles and probably is thinking the same. 😀
It’s been only a year that I am married. Today is our first marriage anniversary. And I wished my wife with this.
365 days, and it doesn’t yet feel like a year. Time really flew. And the next 60 years would fly away just as fast .
No jokes today here, but I am not sure why was I laughing so much in your cover photograph. I guess, I knew that day, these smiles would be more pronounced for the days and years to come. I wish to smile and laugh all day long till my cheeks hurt, with you. So, let’s start a next year with all smiles and joy. Again, A very Happy Anniversary to you.“
Surprisingly, she laughed out loud, and really hard, and for a long time. Frankly, I thought I just ruined our anniversary with that image. But I guess, the message accompanying that saved me.
The outcome? Well, no one did the cooking. We didn’t starve though. We ate loads of stuff, some readymade, and some ordered from outside. We had decided that we would cook all our meals, but, that plan didn’t work out somehow.
And since it was “International Men’s Day“, she didn’t let me cook either. I am not complaining. It was a day when we just sat together, talked, watched TV, attended phone calls and gathering blessings and wishes. Just a simple day, without any worries. Now that she has gone to bed, I can find some time to write about today and the year that has gone by.
Happy Anniversary!!! This is just one year of togetherness. Thanks for everything, and I am sure you would want to thank me a lot more.
Note to others: She has already thanked me verbally for being a pretty good husband.
Its almost midnight. Have a mild cold, can’t sleep because there’s no waking up early tomorrow. TGIF.
I hate it when I get cold. It doesn’t let me sleep easily. So, I am trying to induce sleep into me by writing something stupid. We all know we are very sleepy when we do some boring task. Like watching TV. I wonder how people get glued to their TV sets for prolonged number of hours. One example would be my wife.
I hate people when they don’t question, I blindly do or believe things as they are told. But I hate it more when someone asks me a stupid question. Well, not the kind of a stupid stupid question, but like one that the stupidest stupid in this whole universe would never ask.
I look at the person for a full half-minute, and ask myself, “Does he really have such a brain?”. And then smile. And then say, “Should I really answer that?”
That’s of course rude. But I really can’t help it however hard I try. I have tried many times, to stop me from staring, smiling and changing my answers. But its like a reflex action that my body has acquired forever now.
I don’t consider myself lazy, but I have my days when I just want to do nothing. And when something comes up that has to be attended urgently, or it’s forced upon me, you should see my mood, and my tantrums.
I almost cry, but being a man, that’s not an option, I bleed from within. My blood temperature rises, and I have palpitations. But then, depending on the impending task, I either drag myself up from the sofa or just ignore the calls of the moment.
Why can’t I have my rest day? Without any interferences!!! Why? Why? Why?
When I am just about to crack a difficult problem, the disturbances come rolling in. Just when I am trying to concentrate, a big bang goes off somewhere. Just when I enter into deep sleep, some unknown number wants to contact me. (Now I have set up Quite Hours on my phone though, Thanks Cyanogen). Just when I want to watch my favourite show on the TV, the electricity department takes a break. And it goes on and on.
Why am I complaining? Am I the only one that goes through all this? Obviously not. But, then, some days, you really get pissed. Not that I am really that right now.
Anyway, there’s still hope for me I think. The next Sunday is only 7 days away from now. And tomorrow is a holiday for me (Yay!!!! My wife is working tomorrow 😀 :D). I hope I have the next Sunday just as I would like it; My Laziest Day.