Dr Goutam Bhattacharyya shares a hilarious tale of confusion and chaos featuring a hilariously clueless husband and his sharp-tongued spouse.
If you ask my wife, she will assure you with no hesitation that I possess the observational skills of a mildly concussed frog. I personally feel this is a gross exaggeration; ‘frogs’, after all, notice quite a lot, but she maintains her opinion with the determination of a tax collector.
But I digress.
What I really wish to relate is a curious incident. Well, there were actually two incidents, connected by a pair of newlyweds, a plate of chicken pakoras, and the astonishing evolution of the pet names in modern married life in the metropolis.
It began three winters ago at a wedding where my wife and I were present more out of social compulsion than gastronomic zeal. The menu, let me assure you, was not the sort that makes one break into a spontaneous waltz out of sheer delight. Still, weddings serve an important purpose: they remind you to prepare your stomach for incoming attacks of biryani, pulao, paneer tikka, and mutton by warming it up with preliminary skirmishes in the pakora sector.