Idiot's Insight 5

Darling tere liye....

Mrs. I was feeling that feeling which every married woman experiences when another woman is attempting to become more than familiar with her husband. Was it jealousy, anger at her husband and the other woman or just a sense of betrayal. She couldn't make up her mind.

On the other hand Mr.I was excited that a pretty woman in her late twenties,  was flirting and chatting with him at the party last night and was feeling that feeling that a married man feels when something like that happens. ...Was it "dude, I rock" or was it "dude, I rock !"

They silently sat facing the TV screen, both watching Aamir Khan urging voters to go and definitely exercise their choice  by choosing between a  party without leadership or a one man party. The silence was heavy with the air of expectation that the other  would broach the subject of what Mrs.I thought was "that bitch" and what Mr. I thought was "that bomb". Both referred to the same woman. 

Mrs. I broke the silence, "So...?"

Mr. I knew what the "so" meant. "Yes darling", he pretended as if everything was normal, when it was anything but that.

"Why can't you control yourself?"  said Mrs. I, getting straight to the point.

"What do you mean? What did I do honey?", replied Mr. I innocently, trying to defend the indefensible against a wife, who had already adjudged her husband  guilty.

"Don't act smart, ok? Because you know you're not.  When that bitch was cozying upto you,  you were enjoying it, na?", countered Mrs. I.

"Why are you calling that innocent thing names.  She was just chatting.  Why are you so upset, love?"  submitted Mr. I, meekly.

"Achhaa... She is innocent. ... how do you know? Did she show you her character certificate?" queried Mrs. I taking the argument on a tangential orbit, that always foxed Mr. I even after 33 years of marriage.

Mr. I decided to assume an aggressive posture to fight his way out of trouble. He said, "You know you're unbearably possessive at times. How I wish you could be more like Jashodaben and give me some space like she has given our PM-in- waiting, Mr. Modi"

Mrs. I swiftly retorted, "How I wish you were more like Mr. Modi,", hurting Mr. I's ego.

“What do you mean more like Mr. Modi? “ asked Mr. I suddenly feeling insecure about his position as Modi had managed to polarise his 33 year strong marriage.

Mrs. I calmly responded with an all knowing smile of a wife who knows she’s won, “What I mean honey is, like he is a one man party, why can’t you be a one-woman man?”