Life after marriage

Life after marriage has wicked ways of getting itself noticed. You'd read about it in places but you won't notice it until you're in it... like the billboard for a Russian Play at the Eastbound Circle line platform at the Liverpool Street Station... I really never noticed it until I actually started to learn Russian...

And now I am one of the privileged majority that surrenders itself for the cause of humanity... privileged cos I have the power of knowledge... and how I use this knowledge is by warning those who haven’t as yet done the deal. But I know I fight a fallen battle...

Life after marriage is like gulping a spoonful of English Mustard... there’d be lots of those who’d warn you against it... including myself.... but that will only bolster your courage to try what it really is...

Believe me it blows your nostrils and it enters your system with such gusto that you won’t have time to turn back time. It will blind you, make you the extreme opposite of immobile, the bitter repudiate of insouciance, the culpable antithesis of ecstatic, the antonym of every antonym... and the first antonym you will most relate to after marrying... or eating a spoonful of English Mustard... will be that of “LOVE”

Life after marriage is the process of being shaken out of inertia... it’s almost like the quick fix change of an age old authoritarian regime to a democracy... look what happened to India when the British left us suddenly... there was chaos, a civil war, lots of deaths and a divided nation... do you remember the rampant looting in Iraq when the Saddam Regime was toppled... Oh! How would you remember... neither were you present there... nor are you an International Relations student like me... who’d care for such news... Anyway! The point is... Life after marriage kicks you out of subliminal reveries of singlehood and makes you an amaranthine temporal asinine... an everlasting materialistic dim-wit is what I meant to say in simple English...

It changes everything you ever believed in... Especially this one... almost all of us grew up under aegis of good parenthood that taught us to share everything. So we started off by looking for someone we could share our love with... in the life after marriage... you want to suck back all that love out of that same person... so you feel like the death eaters of Harry Potter...

Conversations change from:

A: Baby I love...

B: But baby I love you more...

To

A: Baby I still love you...

B: But I’m not so sure...

Strangely, rhyming... but that’s how life after marriage is... it takes you go round in riddles... and you pay a heavy price for this ride...

But don’t believe me... cos it’s really not all so bad... and after all I don’t want to be the one to be blamed for your screwed up barren-land of a life...

I just had an argument with my sweetheart over who will wash the utensils and he finally succumbed to my pressure... now that I have nothing better to do with myself as I sit pointlessly in front of this godforsaken laptop... with whom I spend more time than with my husband... I just feel like writing rubbish and that’s what I just did...