Sunday, December 20, 2015

Where is my purse?

Men...They can never be perfect or independent even with the most easy things on earth! They need their moms or sisters to help them find out where their bike keys are, misplaced wallets...once married they rely on their wife to help them find their car keys, purse, etc., But after the few months of marriage the lose this luxury of someone (the other half) finding stuff for them. Definitely this blog is not about how and why the man loses the support of wife helping him search his stuff. Man who does has always been dependent on women for the search operation suddenly feels crippled without the help. Many times during the course of the search, he loses his temper, his mood swings to he bad end and what not. But he cannot afford to show it out. After all he is the one lost it in the first place!
I'm one among the millions of men who find themselves crippled. But then today i sat to write down to mark in history that the paralysis does not long forever. It is curable! When mom stops, sister help; When sisters are gone, wife is here; and when wife says no...there is our cute little daughter who steps in. Today I was getting ready to go out and i was scrambling around searching for my wallet. I was venting out that frustration but in a cool way..."Papa, where did you keep my purse? Did you see it?" And there she was leading me to the bedroom , opened the draw and retrieved the wallet and proudly said " Acha (daddy) Purse" and then for next few seconds she did self appreciation of helping daddy find his purse by saying" Acha Purse" n times. End of the scene, there was this LADY who found stuff for me.

Hence Proved!
Men always need Women to find their stuff.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Thank God

He was tall, dark, shabby, may be around 45 yrs or more. He carried a small plastic bag with couple of empty beverage cans. He has been hunting for empty cans in every trash bin in that street. He needs to collect at least 25 of them to get a dollar upon recycle! Its a chilly night and he has just got 2 cans in his bag so far. He is searching frantically in this bin and gets to see a plastic McD coke glass with its lid on and the straw. He is not happy as the recycle machines do not take these glasses! He is about to throw the glass when he realizes that the glass is half full. Someone threw it half empty sometime back. This brings sigh of relief on his face. Cold drink for dinner and no more can search tonight! He leaves down his can bag and runs to a corner with his dinner.

Thank God says the other HE who is sitting and watching all this from his car. The car is warm. He is comfortably dressed, smells clean, dreaming about past n future...waiting at the traffic light for a green signal.