Anger Management
Yesterday I was this close to domestic and marital violence. I shudder when I think of it. I hope no one needs to go through that.
It was like this.
We were out on our walk, my husband and I, and he was talking knowledgeably about the state of the world, global finance, the Reserve Bank of India, and the like. And I was thinking about some of the serials made by Hum TV. So when he stated that everything is orchestrated by the authorities, I told him that no authority would allow the kind of liberal mindset that the serials show. So he advanced reasons to disprove me.
I was not about to give up. I told him that every script of every episode was written by a woman. He proclaimed that it was because they were ‘allowed’ to. I said that they were all women-centric and he made a rude noise which I can’t and won’t duplicate here. Then he said that that was the picture they have been asked to paint. I related, briefly, some of the plots of some of my favourite episodes. He smiled tolerantly at me and in a pitying way and declared that that was all a show.
I looked down, thoughtfully, at my heavy umbrella. So much, so much, I wanted to do something crazily violent with that, you know. My fingers had turned into claws. I was steaming mad. I could even feel my ears going red with rage.
But then I thought of my kids and my two-year-old granddaughter and decided that this was not the example I wanted to set for that adorable little munchkin.
Boy, did I escape marital violence by the skin of my teeth! Imagine the next day’s headlines! “Wife biffs husband on morning walk!”
Instant notoriety!
Keep your umbrellas at home.
