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we each sulk in separate rooms in the 1BHK house we live in… which is kinda hard…not the living… but the sulking… but we manage… i get the living room… she gets the bedroom and the out-room to sulk in… the bathroom and the kitchen are the no-man’s-lands… there’s an automatic truce applied when either one enters that… reason for sulking???
it varies… the oldest is probably the veg-non veg issue…
my argument, “If it doesn’t kill you, it cannot be wrong…”
her argument, “not everything you can do is right… what if everybody went around killing everybody else…??” she always takes things to extremes… one of those ideologists… but i kinda like the idea… haven’t you gone into one of those “just killing someone” moods… she looks at me like i’m going to do just that right after i put on that weight i’ve been trying to…. for the past lifetime…
most recent one…. the kannada film industry… i try to explain away the fanaticism of fans who go on arson sprees every time their ‘hero’ dies a most banal, natural death…. i don’t really dare express my views so publicly where every moron can access it… i am not too afraid of justifying my views to her… however mad she gets… but it’s hard to argue with fools… they drag you down to their level and beat you by sheer experience….(okay, i didn’t say it first… and i don’t know who did…so, there…!!) so if you get into an argument with me, and i give up just so easily, you know why…
and many an argument has gone by… i can’t remember any that got resolved amicably… usually, i call it quits… she’s got more stamina at her end than i can ever manage… even with all the swimming classes i manage… so i usually do the ‘time-out’ symbol, pronounce, “Let’s agree to disagree” and slink back… she gives me a disgusted look which says a particularly foul fowl’s name and walks away…
until the next argument unfolds…
we each sulk in separate rooms in the 1BHK house we live in… which is kinda hard…not the living… but the sulking… but we manage… i get the living room… she gets the bedroom and the out-room to sulk in… the bathroom and the kitchen are the no-man’s-lands… there’s an automatic truce applied when either one enters that… reason for sulking???
it varies… the oldest is probably the veg-non veg issue…
my argument, “If it doesn’t kill you, it cannot be wrong…”
her argument, “not everything you can do is right… what if everybody went around killing everybody else…??” she always takes things to extremes… one of those ideologists… but i kinda like the idea… haven’t you gone into one of those “just killing someone” moods… she looks at me like i’m going to do just that right after i put on that weight i’ve been trying to…. for the past lifetime…
most recent one…. the kannada film industry… i try to explain away the fanaticism of fans who go on arson sprees every time their ‘hero’ dies a most banal, natural death…. i don’t really dare express my views so publicly where every moron can access it… i am not too afraid of justifying my views to her… however mad she gets… but it’s hard to argue with fools… they drag you down to their level and beat you by sheer experience….(okay, i didn’t say it first… and i don’t know who did…so, there…!!) so if you get into an argument with me, and i give up just so easily, you know why…
and many an argument has gone by… i can’t remember any that got resolved amicably… usually, i call it quits… she’s got more stamina at her end than i can ever manage… even with all the swimming classes i manage… so i usually do the ‘time-out’ symbol, pronounce, “Let’s agree to disagree” and slink back… she gives me a disgusted look which says a particularly foul fowl’s name and walks away…
until the next argument unfolds…
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