Mental games khailna shuru kar dy ubi say.
Let me give you an example of how it is ......... say you go to metro store for groceries, the whole experience is boring, you will be yawning the moment you enter it, anyways, you enter, the other half holds a list of the items, spends half an hour looking at crockery and garments, no shopping just picking and checking it, khair ALLAH ALLAH kar kay she starts .... but randomly ....... like you visit the same shelf rack three times for three different things.... well no point arguing that arrange the God damn list so time could be saved .... no. anyways, you are done wasting two hours in the store .... now finally you head towards the check out point with a cart trolley full of stuff, at this point obviously you expect it has finally ended, and start unloading all those unpacked items on the conveyor belt so it can go through that bar code scanners for pricing ...... and you need another pair of hands to collect it at the other end ........ you turned around ........... and yes she is nowhere, well the first time you will worry that someone has kidnapped your beautiful other half, dude don't worry no one is crazy enough, all of them there are going thru same torture as you and they know there is nothing special with you ........ well she reappears after 10 minutes with another item(s) held in her hands ........ just imagine, if it was your best buddy you would have kicked his rear right there, but that best buddy has already been blacklisted and must be busy somewhere going thru the same ordeal .... anyhow you can live with paying again and opening your wallet again ....... but you cannot live with a feeling that .... other half hasn't even considered this to be something unusual .... it's like its her divine right to disappear and come back leaving you wondering ...... where the fck is she and when will she come back.
enough? .....No.......
okay imagine this you daily get a list handed out to you, bring this this and this, well you being obedient time conscious husband (because she is really counting each and every second back home, God forbid be a little late and there rings your cellphone) purchase all the items, reach home thinking now I get to see the TV ..... and there "Oho app wo to lay he nai" ...... "WTF is wo, and why it wasn't included in the list" ......
enough? ...... no......
Well imagine this then, you are about to head back to home and call the Mrs "lana kya kya hy text kar do" ... "Kuch nai lana ghar a jy" ... "Ok" ......... and the moment you enter the home ..... "Papu ka school bag kharab ho gya hy wo theak kara dain, Rani ka joota lana tha, guddu ki school bottle school may he bhool aya hy, ap say itnay dino say keh rai hooo ....." blah blah blah ......... "Aur ap nay mujay to kabi joray lay kay he nai diay" ....... BC poora saal gul ahmed walay tumhary ghar deliveria kartay rahay ...... par joora ap nay nai lay k dia.
Aur yahah tumharay yeah bachay iss fiker may hain k zanani kissi aur k sath na bhag jy.
