Thursday, 1 July 2021

Stress of When My Wife was Brought Home Drunk

 

Stress of When My Wife was Brought Home Drunk

           

My advice to you is get married: if you find a good wife you'll be happy; if not, you'll become a philosopher. Socrates

 

When I reached home at about 07.30 PM a few days back, our Maid informed me, as usual that (my wife) Mem - Sahib had already left for her kitty party and that she was picked up from our home by her neighbourhood friend a member of kitty party who was sought after Bar Tenderer both professional as well as it  was her hobby, she could make a teetotaler to drink beer, wine and whiskey as much as she likes that was her charm and magic sitting on the other side of the bar, stock full with dancing glasses and pouring golden brown nectar in an intoxicating style. I became apprehensive that return of Mem Sahib would be late night and would be different.

 

I enjoyed my dinner with moongdal (yellow dal the golden magic delicacy in northern states of India) and crystalized butter (Desi Ghee) lachha pranathas,  mango pickle, vinegar onion salad and of course sweet lassi –smoothened curd with ice, sugar, Red Rooh Afza  and milk - a tonic for giving one good deep sleep. I had my heart fill of all the nutritious and tasty things and then went to my bed room, listened to yesteryears golden songs of Binaca Geetmala with the commentary from Ameen Sayani Sahib, I do not know, when I fell asleep.

 

At about 02.30 A.M., when I was fast asleep our maid knocked door of my bed room hard, I could get up only after five-seven minutes, when I opened the door she was standing highly confused and afraid, uttering something loudly like a mad person, I could not make out what it was as I will still sleepy. Slowly I picked up the courage to console her and then she said that the main door bell was ringing for the last ten – twelve minutes. I rushed towards the main door and peeped through door eye and saw three men and three ladies in two rows, of course first row ladies so gentle and second row men looking like scoundrels, ladies  with scattered hairs  were holding my wife tight from all the three sides, standing near the main door of our home. All were make-up spoiled, highly wrinkled clothes, neckties and pants loose, shirts all button open, shoes polished spoiled, seeing all this was irritating making me angry from toe to top. A thought that came to my mind again and again was I should not open the door, let them be kept standing for some time more. But it appeared they had lot of patient or fear that all of them were standing still like statues, or too determined as if they would g o only after a job is done, looking at each other with searching eyes: I was trying to make out where our neighbor mam was but she was nowhere seen.  Our maid was urging me again and again to open the door but I was trying to make out what was happening. Ultimately she prevailed, because her boss appeared in trouble.

 

I opened the door slowly without any noise but too cautious; two ladies who were holding my wife tight pushed her towards me and the third one supported her from behind as if she was reluctant to enter home, in the process all the four slipped and were flat on the ground, it was a very pathetic and terrible scene, four ladies laying flat on the floor, three jokers who had accompanied them were not ready to help standing mute spectators, perhaps my presence spoiled the show of kindness. Ultimately, I had to give my wife a helping hand. I tried my best to lift her like in the Bollywood movies but my all the attempts failed, as she was about 70 Kilogram, anyway I slowly pushed her in home and before I could see backward all the six gentleman and gentle ladies had disappeared as the ghost in horror movies. I could not even thank them for bringing my wife home at dead of the night and in that wonderful funny but horrifying way as if a culprit caught by saints.

 

Once my wife was inside, our Maid helped me lot. My wife was slippery all over I do not know what it was: a cake, curry, coke, sweets left over, milk, curd, wine, beer, whiskey or something else: but whatever it was, smell was too stinky and foul, both myself and the maid were facing the brunt of the party she had indulged in. Somehow she was brought inside our bed room and pushed to lay on the bed. As soon as she was on the bed, the Maid left immediately and shut the door, she was intelligent enough and sincere too.

 

When we were alone, I tried to ask her what had happened but she was very silent and appeared so sober and pretended as if she wanted to sleep. As the smell from her was frightening, I asked her to change but she bluntly refused as if that foul smell was very dear to her, but I could not withstanding that non-sense. I urged her again and again to change but she was bold enough to refuse every time. Ultimately, I left her alone in the bed and lay down on the sofa, sometimes asleep and other moment awake hoping that she would need medical attention and if need be I should to near her like a good husband, after all she is my wedded wife.

 

I do not know when her sleep was broken: at about 08.30 A.M. next morning when I woke up, she was in the kitchen well dressed with full make-up perhaps with a view to look more attractive and pretty than ever before, requesting me to forget the previous night drama of seven artists in street of our main door. I do not know whether she was clever or wise enough to put a curtain on the events.

 

She prepared the most delicious breakfast of my liking and served it like never before in a most romantic fashion. I was feeling like Ranjha of Punjabi love tales but still trying to understand what had happened the previous night in the so called kitty party. She was tight lipped but pretended as if the day was most romantic and great.  

 

Good thing about the whole incident was that our children one boy and other doll were in their teens and in the hostel school; so could not see the drama enacted by their mother a night before. But my parents did ask, “What was happening at night, was there something wrong.” I simply replied that Mam was not feeling well, but neighbours were aware as one of them also turned up at that time.

 

Simple to say, but very difficult to face such a situation. The three men and four ladies at night outside your house makes you shiver, everybody other apprehensive that too deep night. Why men were there at ladies Kitty party not husbands but friends anybody can understand and conclude whatever one likes. Was it not an adult entertainment party, some may conclude? When neighbours are aware how our family particularly we the couple would be viewed. Why she was smelling foul and sticky. Foul smell, many would conclude, full of whiskey and wine but why sticky there can any assumption nobody can catch anybody by mouth. However, it was perhaps booze party:

 

"That's the problem with drinking, I thought, as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen."

                                                                 ~ Charles Bukowski

 

Now I think one would be able to appreciate the position, feelings and stress of husband of such a lady in our social environment. What to do? There are two alternative, first is forget and forgive and thereby enjoy the happiness of what I have and the second is find out the true facts and then proceed as one wishes. However, as per conservative standards to which I belong and believe, it is good case for divorce to seek and then search and make her also to search for another life partner; but who knows that would be better or worse than this and if the second option prevails that it is worse, it would be tension and depression for life and also a difficult proposition for the children to accept and repentance for life. So I chose the first option of forget and forgive, giving more weightage to forget then to forgive. I thought it was a bad dream.

 

If one views such a situation with reference to marriage, it makes an interesting study. Marriages the world over are either arranged or love solidified. In arranged marriages at any age, one can definitely study the bio-data given, see the face, meet the parents, have meetings three four times, make enquiries from friends and neighbours, make ensure the horoscope compatibility and whatever other things he can do. Similarly in love marriages face of the girl has the maximum impression on the man: manners and patience to listen on the part of the boy for the girl; other things get shadowed by these two factors. In India, despite love, people try to show them as arranged marriage because it has social approval more as compared to love marriage.

 

However a marriage is sustained in addition to love and biological requirements, by cooperation, adjustment, temperament, respect, capacity to listen, appropriate communication skills, culture and heritage of the partners family, zeal to sacrifice, tolerate elders – a necessary evil at least in Indian conditions etc. These are so complex matters that there exists no barometer to judge their height or depth. Hence the marriage success remains more or less a gamble or luck that is why people in India say marriages are made in heaven and solemnized on the earth.

 

“Who we marry is one of the most important decisions in life. One that will influence the level of happiness, growth, and success, like no other choice.”

                                                        – Nathan Workman

 

There is no greater happiness for a man than approaching a door at the end of a day knowing someone on the other side of that door is waiting for the sound of his footsteps.

                                                                         Ronald Reagan

 

I requested my wife in her weak moments that whenever she wanted to enjoy such a party we can arrange at our home and that would give her a good enjoyment and the family would also enjoy. Result is such my dream never came true and thereafter she never went to kitty party, all kitties were promptly paid off full and final. 

 

Reconciliation The Greatest Act of Love

 

A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.”

– Mignon McLaughlin

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